Birthing Date: 10.20.2743
‘You looking at me? Why?’ Zira is quite in the middle of the spectrum concerning her body. A few curves here and there are sure nice. In addition, a decent bit of muscle has developed as well and has proved useful in her exploits. Neither of these elements is exactly obvious, which is fine by her. On the other hand, mention the word hair, and how nice her long, flowing blond hair is, you may win a smile, maybe, if she’s feeling up to it or she really likes you. Not that she’ll be hanging around long enough for you to strike a conversation. Zira is seemingly always on the go, with a few important exceptions, and as she keeps the dresses reserved for formal occasions, she can move fast. Her love of thrills will mean that there will almost always be some bruise or scrap healing on an arm or leg, or whatever, and if you make fun of that you’d best start running. Don’t look at the injuries too long, lest the sparkle in her green eyes turn into a glare. Of medium height and weight, perhaps 5’3” right now and 110lbs, Zira still has a bit of growing to which is fine by her. Her body is lightly tanned, just enough to keep her from burning out in the sun.
Zira is going to give the CandidateMaster and his staff multiple headaches. They simply won’t be able to place her as she runs from mood to mood as things fit her. Artisticly inclined at times and then all of the sudden off on the next great adventure before suddenly becoming quiet and shy, friends will wonders what triggers the sudden mood shifts and seldom be able to find a cause. Perhaps above all the rest, this is a girl out to live life to the fullest, and she’ll try almost anything once. Stunts, tricks, dares, and thrills are her calling cards, and they’re bound to get her in trouble and in pain sooner or later. However, life cools down for this girl surprisingly easy, and it’s not uncommon to find Zira out in a peaceful setting, pondering a sunset or writing away at her next work in progress, for in amidst the moods lies a creative mind.
Make no doubts, she’s not afraid to express herself, and Zira will speak her mind, be it for the better or for the worse in almost any situation she’s in. Tact is still something she’s learning, and she’s found herself in a brawl with others of her age over a disagreement before. However, this swings both ways, and should a dashing boy or charming girl steal her heart, well, she’s not afraid to explore the hidden valleys of love. Oh, yeah, and she’s got one volatile temper when she gets angry. The nearby area will know immediately when she’s mad, for who knew a girl could yell that loud?
Snapshot: Daring, risk taker, adventurous, emotional, intelligent, and rash.
Born to a pair of journeyman Healers, Zira was nothing out of the ordinary for a Weyrborn child. Raised as much as was possible by her parents when one or the other wasn’t on duty in the Weyr, she was allowed to develop the sense of adventure that would later play a large role in her life. Growing up was pleasant to the young girl, until one day her parents were told rather bluntly that their skills were needed elsewhere for a time. Expecting hard times ahead, Zira’s mother turned to an old friend in the Creche, and asking a large favor asked her family to take in Zira as a foster child until they could return. The care of child arranged, off went Zira’s parents, leaving her alone, with strange people. Her foster family was a pleasant surprise though. She’d never had an older brother before, and Dak was one of the nicest people she’d ever met.
A pleasant Turn passed and she was happy to call Dak one of her very best friends, even if he was a boy. Time past and life continued on its way, with adventures, mischief, and the life lessons one learns. And then Dak had to go and ruin everything. A fun adventure, a little peek at some eggs, and he ratted her out, even after she’d sworn him to secrecy. Faith in a friend destroyed, she cut her ties to him, and only noted him in passing. Sometimes she wondered if her anger had been a bit rash, but always came to the conclusion that he’d ratted, and that was unforgivable. Still… She was fifteen now, and a new candidate waiting for a clutch. Perhaps things could finally change?