![]() Name: Zeek Age: 19, born 492 AV Sex: Male Race: Inarta Weight: 190lbs Height: 5'8" Languages Fluent - Nari Basic - Common Physical Description :
Zeek, being a full blooded Inarta is typical of his race. He peaks out at 5'8" the average size for males of his race. His hair, not quite fiery red as most his peers, still has enough red for him not to be teased as if he had throwback traits. His blood is pure, though he has never met his mother or father.
Zeek has a moderate build for his size. His toned muscles hide how strong he truly is, hidden strengths meant for blacksmithing. His power has surprised more than a few o his peers, who seem to always under estimate his size. His icy blues eyes are probably his most attractive feature. They have managed to qualm the raging fires of many woman he has upset over the years. And he likes to use them to his advantage, it is not uncommon for him to be caught staring almost rudely at a female who has intrigued him. Character Concept :
Inarta are a natural hot headed race, and Zeek is even more so than average. He has the typical, anything you can do I can do better attitude. And he flaunts it openly, challenging himself and others constantly. H beleives the only way to make the best of yourself is to push yourself to extremes. And he does it daily, if possible.
Though he is hot headed and cocky. Zeek i also fiercely loyal to any he considers friends. And would knowingly throw his life away if he believed it would save another he cared for. Probably still if he knew it was a hopeless cause. Zeek would not live with himself if he did not try everything in his power to help. Zeek is a hunter by instinct, he loves the thrill and danger. Once he sets his eyes upon something he desires, he is relentless in his efforts to get it. His goals are viewed the same way, and he aspires to be the best most driven Eagle Rider ever born in Winder Reach. Character History :
Zeek was birthed from a Drek mother. He has never met his birth mom, nor does he know if she is still breathing. She was part of his past, if he ever found out who she was he would try and help her. But as society worked, it was near impossible to ever know who his mother rally was. Other then the lowest of the low, a woman taken advantage of by any above her.
His father is also a mystery. No one would lay claim to the son of a Drek. He was an unwanted bastard child, and was lucky enough to find a home with some common folk. They took him in as their own son. Raised and loved him while they could. Zeek never asked about his real parents, he loved his replacements as if they were his own. At the age of eight, a was typical in Wind Reach. He was taken from his parents. Zeek was placed with the othe kids his age. Where their teachings intensified. He watched as many of his friends and associates were quickly plucked from he group and placed in the Drek caste. Zeek was never worried he would be plucked from the group next, he knew he was destined for greatness. Zeek propelled forward once he took up the hammer and begin blacksmthing. He had a natural talent for it he was told, and he believed it. While working on a piece of blazing hot metal, Zeek had a tendency to zone out. Once he came back to reality, there was always a piece of finished material in front of him. And he had vague recollections of how he managed it. It was no surprise on his fifteenth birthday when he was chosen to be an apprentice for blacksmithing. Now Zeek spent his days slaving in the hot working areas, forging tools and weapons for everyone to use. His dreams for becoming a great Endal have not faded though. And every opportunity he gets, he spends his time watching the Endal and Wind Eagles. Daydreaming of the when he is chosen by a fletching to take flight and soar through the skies. |