Birthing Date: 06.09.2737
Craft: Glasscraft (Journeyman)
Ziran is what many would describe as non-descript. He tends to keep his brown hair short, although as it grows longer, it becomes more and more unkempt, until it reaches what he calls "critical mass," getting it cut again. His slate-blue, near grey eyes are set off by a scar across the bridge of his nose from an unfortunate incident with an uncooperative piece of glasswork. While safety conscious as much possible in his crafting, his hands bely the work he does with burns and a few small scars as well. He stands just under 6 feet tall, although most people would guess slightly shorter.
Ziran is very friendly and outgoing... to those he knows. Although able to strike up a conversation in passing with most anyone, he doesn't easily let people through his guard, so while known as very pleasant, he has a few close friends, and a metric ton of acquaintances. Ziran tends to keep his opinions closer to his chest than many, so as to avoid offense as much as possible. The flipside of this friendliness is seen in his response to betrayal. Although forgiving, when pushed too far, Ziran will remove any involvement he has with those offenders. This can make for some awkward times if he has to deal with the person on a regular basis, so he tries to minimize those situations and endure through the rest. Ziran takes negatives harder than most, and as a result is not very confident in himself and his skills.
Since his youth, Ziran has always seen the dragons flying through the skies, whether preparing for Threadfall or as they arrive as transport or for Gathers. As he grew through the single-digit ages, he snuck around the dragonriders who came to Tillek Hold when he could, listening to their stories about their weyr (mostly of High Reaches, of course) and great maneuvers they'd performed while on drills. But shortly after he turned 10, his parents brought some crushing news; they had been transferred to the Seacraft hall, not down the peninsula, but on the other side of the world; at East Bay Hold. Within a matter of weeks, they had set sail for the Southern Continent and arrived to begin their new life. Ziran imagined that he would probably follow in his parents' footsteps and enter the Seacraft when he became of age to be an apprentice. But while exploring his new world, he came by the main Glasscraft Hall in East Bay, and was transfixed as he watched the journeymen and masters turn sand into clearest glass before his eyes. And although having glass windows made was nice enough, it was the few glass artists in the area that really got his attention. Shortly before his 12th Turn, he told his parents he wanted to join the Glasscraft. Although taken aback, his parents supported him, with the reminder that the sea was always there should he look back. But he never did. He threw himself into his training in the craft hall and becoming a journeyman on time at 20. But while training, he never forgot about the dragons. Although the sneaking ended as he grew older, the wistfulness of his rider watching never waned. The one time he never was near was when riders came by on Search. A few times he was gathering special sands from distant pits; others he would be at sea with his family or visiting a Glasscraft hall on the Northern Continent. But never was he near a Search. And then on the day he turned 23, riders from Eastern Weyr landed at East Bay on search. When the dragons' trumpet came as some of the riders he knew congratulated him on his day, he chalked it up to celebration. But then the riders eyes' glazed over briefly before coming back to him, and then he heard them suggest the most ridiculous thing; that he had been Searched. After processing this information clearly, Ziran put his life in order, and on hold, and flew to Eastern Weyr to begin a long-desired (and perhaps overdue) candidacy.