Post by Zion on Dec 21, 2005 0:13:20 GMT -5
Full name: Zion N’ieal
D.O.B: May 24th
Age: 52
Home planet: Minor Dead Planet
Species: Minor planet ‘Humanoid’ with traces of Dragonis and Zercan blood.
Family background:
Coming from a planet that was far from standard and so torn by war by their own kin, Zion was one of twenty five children sent out to another planet – coordinates randomized – to live there, away from the unstable planet. After being picked up and formally adopted into their culture – for it was a multiracial planet, rare, though not unknown. Usually centered on a planet where magic was thick.
In later years, when his father Saban took a mate from another planet, he gained indirect Dragonis and Zercan blood through a second adoption, though due to the fact that he had already grown into his blood, little happened.
In spite of the fact that the planet that he had grown up on was lacking in technological power, Zion found his way into space five years previous after the death of one of his dearest friends and once upon a time lover. The fact that he was in space at all proved, to him at least, just how much his second father had poured into him during their thirteen-year time together. Mechanics came easy to him, though that could not be said for his brother.
Never the less, a year was spent planet hopping, taking what the major and minor planets had to offer. It was during a trip back from a Reyls tribe that he picked Arzhel up on an offer while the other was cursing his engine. In the years since he’d stayed aboard, sometimes taking relations up with people, but most of the time not.
Appearance:
While he is tall, Zion’s position shifts so frequently that it is hard to determine what his natural height is, for what he portrays to the world makes it seem as though it truly does not matter.
Straight, silky yet shaggily cut hair brushes the neck and jaw line, a plethora of the color blond. The colors range from the strawberry blond to the dark honey color to the brightest of silver colors in the strands.
A lean structure, thin lips, and firm nose make up his face, though a scar mars it, going across the nose deeply. Yet it only adds to the seemingly look of perfection. Dark wine colored eyes are framed by expressive thin brows, adding to the aura that he exudes.
The eyes themselves betray him, for they are calculating, knowledgeable, and expressive on command. They show the confidence that he holds within himself, the demanding personality he had a tight reign on. While his eyes show off a person in control, his body looks like it had not aged a day since he hit his prime.
Personality: Commanding, he demands much in his mere glance. Yet he is a solitary person, it is very rare for people to get along with him unless they are just as stubborn about it, or he decides that he likes you. As a mechanic, he can often be seen tinkering with his machines, something that obviously relaxes him. Stand offish at first, snappish if pushed, and down right evil when the circumstances prove the need to be, he is an inspiration of awe to those that want to recognize it as such.
Other Points of Interest:
He’s never found a mate, nor does he truly intend to. Zion is quite fine with the occasional lover, and, when asked, would say that he’s not waiting for a mate so much as someone he can keep in bed for all eternity.
He is in the firm belief that the more advanced planets developed too fast, and that the ones with true character are actually the minor ones such as Earth and ones such as the planet he was raised on. However, he also knows that with the integrating of cultures when the other planets get to the same level, it won't kick the past planets out, rather strengthen them.
Mate: None.
D.O.B: May 24th
Age: 52
Home planet: Minor Dead Planet
Species: Minor planet ‘Humanoid’ with traces of Dragonis and Zercan blood.
Family background:
Coming from a planet that was far from standard and so torn by war by their own kin, Zion was one of twenty five children sent out to another planet – coordinates randomized – to live there, away from the unstable planet. After being picked up and formally adopted into their culture – for it was a multiracial planet, rare, though not unknown. Usually centered on a planet where magic was thick.
In later years, when his father Saban took a mate from another planet, he gained indirect Dragonis and Zercan blood through a second adoption, though due to the fact that he had already grown into his blood, little happened.
In spite of the fact that the planet that he had grown up on was lacking in technological power, Zion found his way into space five years previous after the death of one of his dearest friends and once upon a time lover. The fact that he was in space at all proved, to him at least, just how much his second father had poured into him during their thirteen-year time together. Mechanics came easy to him, though that could not be said for his brother.
Never the less, a year was spent planet hopping, taking what the major and minor planets had to offer. It was during a trip back from a Reyls tribe that he picked Arzhel up on an offer while the other was cursing his engine. In the years since he’d stayed aboard, sometimes taking relations up with people, but most of the time not.
Appearance:
While he is tall, Zion’s position shifts so frequently that it is hard to determine what his natural height is, for what he portrays to the world makes it seem as though it truly does not matter.
Straight, silky yet shaggily cut hair brushes the neck and jaw line, a plethora of the color blond. The colors range from the strawberry blond to the dark honey color to the brightest of silver colors in the strands.
A lean structure, thin lips, and firm nose make up his face, though a scar mars it, going across the nose deeply. Yet it only adds to the seemingly look of perfection. Dark wine colored eyes are framed by expressive thin brows, adding to the aura that he exudes.
The eyes themselves betray him, for they are calculating, knowledgeable, and expressive on command. They show the confidence that he holds within himself, the demanding personality he had a tight reign on. While his eyes show off a person in control, his body looks like it had not aged a day since he hit his prime.
Personality: Commanding, he demands much in his mere glance. Yet he is a solitary person, it is very rare for people to get along with him unless they are just as stubborn about it, or he decides that he likes you. As a mechanic, he can often be seen tinkering with his machines, something that obviously relaxes him. Stand offish at first, snappish if pushed, and down right evil when the circumstances prove the need to be, he is an inspiration of awe to those that want to recognize it as such.
Other Points of Interest:
He’s never found a mate, nor does he truly intend to. Zion is quite fine with the occasional lover, and, when asked, would say that he’s not waiting for a mate so much as someone he can keep in bed for all eternity.
He is in the firm belief that the more advanced planets developed too fast, and that the ones with true character are actually the minor ones such as Earth and ones such as the planet he was raised on. However, he also knows that with the integrating of cultures when the other planets get to the same level, it won't kick the past planets out, rather strengthen them.
Mate: None.
