Zahava ::Champion of an Unknown Cause::

[Lyrikitty]

Gaze upon the stake
Flames will soon start to embrace
Condemned, out to the faith
She's about to fall from grace

Weyr: Black Sands Weyr

Name: Zahava

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Candidate

Age: 14

In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
The die is cast, future and past
Coming to her at last

Appearence: While Zahava is a remarkably beautiful girl overall, perhaps the most astonishing feature are her eyes. A striking color which is hard to look away from, a blue-gray so light and intense that when she turns her gaze on a person it can feel as though she sees everything about them. Intelligence and determination sparkle in those pale orbs, challenging anyone to try and step on her to get what they want. Above her eyes arch graceful brows, often seen displaying much of her emotion visibly. Anger is the most notable expression, though for them to raise in surprise or interest is not uncommon. Rarely do they fall to portray sadness or concern. Her eyes betray about her the wild and unstoppable force she is, even under torture or repression they will not genuinely dim or go out. It is in her intense gaze that it is easiest to see her for what she is.

Her hair is a deep chcolate, unblemished by hours in the sun. The volumous tresses fall to her lower back, shining with health and playing over her features when a wind kicks up. Her hair will be an object of much dissent once she Impresses, for she had no intention of cutting it short as most female riders do. The most likely scenario will end up with the lass braiding the lengths and taming them in that manner.

A small nose and full lips, with high cheekbones and a near-perfectly shaped face make her visage one hard to forget. Her age keeps her from being the stunning creature she is meant to be, but as she matures her athletic figure will reveal a respective bust and a figure natural curved just right. Her skin is a healthy bronze from time spent on the beach of the Weyr and prior turns in her former home. Her height when she's done growing will reach 5'5", nicely average and nothing special. Long, fit legs will only grow longer, her body destined to be attractively toned.

In clothing she often frequents light colors which make her eyes more intense. Tops with only thin strips of cloth to secure them to her shoulder are common, the hem of such garmets generally reaching her navel, are a favorite. She rarely wears anything tight on top, disliking the restriction of it, and this gives a soft, feminine look to her, though the fitted leggings she wears balance it out, often her bottoms having straps or pockets and appearing somewhat boyish. Much the same story with her choice of shoe, rough boots are most common, though she does possess soft, feminine boots and dancing shoes as well.

She moves with grace, as fluid as the ocean and as beautiful as a sunrise. She holds herself proudly, no timid creature is she, everything about her posture screams control and power.

Behold, the freedom cries
By the dying of the light
Too late to justify
For vindication upon this night

Personality: For all her beauty, all her grace and all her glory, Zahava is not one of the most loved people of the Weyr. Her mind is wickedly sharp, keener than a mastersmith's knife. Unlike many with the same cold intelligence she possesses, Zahava is not power hungry, nor does she crave authority. If anything this youth struggles to break free from all forms of authority exerted on her. Even at her young age, those who know her are concerned. She can pass by now with her temper and her rebellion, but how long until D'myn or another decides it is enough?

Comparable to a wilf feline, free to the very core and uncontrollable, dangerous when cornered and more spirit than is good for her, Zahava has already shown herself to have great potential, but in doing so is putting herself at great risk. She abhors unwarranted violence, watching the actions of D'myn and finding herself growing to hate the man who is Weyrleader.

She is passionate in all she does, her heart being put into even the most mundane of tasks it seems, and a silent resolves grows in her wild heart to one day see D'myn cast off his throne and a new leader assigned to the Weyr, a new beast perched at the Weyr's head and bringing a more peaceful rule to the Weyr. Her cleverness has not helped her so far. If anything it gets her into trouble. Small ploys to cause disruption in the Weyr and distract from outside targets only bring punishment looming over her head like a geat axe, waiting to fall.Yet she fears this not. If anything, the punishments delivered to the girl make her stronger, bolder, more determined to fight. Already there is much debate as to what she will Impress. Expectations are for her to find a Wildfire bonded to her, but one unlike the Weyr has seen. Others expect a Gold, or an Illusion. Wagers are placed each time she stands on the Sands for a Hatching, and when she is passed over every time, the weyrfolk are both confused and relieved. The thought of Zahava bonded with a dragon both hopeful and frightening.

Attempts to control her have been made and all ended poorly. The free-spirited lass who is normally non-violent will lash out with surprising ability and if need be physically fight to regain control of herself. Wildfires have worked to get their claws in her only to find their efforts thwarted and in vain, for she falls not into their trickery, but fights it with every molocule of her being. She is a fighter and a champion, but of what no one is sure. Not even she is fully certain of what she strives for, only that she wants to see change and to get that change she'll do what it takes.

Face to face, eye to eye
The savious fought to save her pride
Far beyond the starlit skies
The encounter went on

History: Zahava was born as a dancer's daughter, both mother and father having lifelong careeers in the hall. Their beauty and talent making them among the top in skill and contract. It was expected when Zahava was born that she would follow in their footsteps. As she grew older and her appearance began to develope, all hopes were dashed to bits and new ones formed. Her beauty surpassed her parents, and expectations were raised. She started training early, but it didn't last. At seven she was Searched by a Wildfire, the dragon hesitating to take the girl as if unsure the outcome. Zahava would Impress, but something in the Wildfire's gut said it might not be a good thing.

She was taken to Black Sands anyways, the Weyr in need of candidates badly. Her life in the Weyr started her hate of many things, and burned into her a rebellious spirit which resolved into an unbreakable will.

By the time she was ten, Zahava was already plotting. Of course it was the unrefined plotting of a child who hasn't met failure before, and when she attempted her first act of anarchy, she was met with a swift end to it. It taught her something, and from there on each defeat only taught her what not to do, her next attempt improved and better, until finally she was greeted with success. It was a sweet victory, if only a small one.

When Black Sands and it's Amber king turne don the other Weyrs, sterilizing outside Queens, something in Zahava snapped. The attacks did not cease because a Hold was destroyed, but because a child struck her own Weyr a low blow. Food supplies were drastically shortened, order was ruined, and weyrling were sent into inexplicable chaos. The time it took to repair all of this kept D'myn and his brutish dragon too busy to worry about the outside world, and when it was discovered who had caused it all, Zahava was taken to the Meeting Hall, where she had her first experience at the claws of a Misery. For the first time in her life Zahava was helpless, and it didn't sit well with her. She took her punishment, crying out at the agnony but never begging for forgiveness as D'myn had wanted.

When it was over, it was assumed her spirit broken and her mind tamed. It was not magined that they had only worsened her desire to remove them from the Weyr and force a change. Since them Zahava has kept subtle her disruptions, waiting for an opportune moment to unleash hell on the Amber and his rider, and for the moment when she can act and upset the balance enough to incite change.

Father: Zebaen; Dancer
Mother: Havalut; Dancer
Siblings: None that she knows of

Pets: None

Gaze upon the stake
As the flames start to embrace
A life, an act of faith
Long-lost gone without a trace

Color Preference & Why: This is the candidate for the first Vahran Queen
What Colors/Color don't you want and why:


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[Desert]

i find myself liking her quite a bit. it's nice to see more characters for Black Sands resist D'myn. since she's a queen candidate i consider this bio needing the approval of more than one person, so as long as Onyx likes it i'd say she's ready to go.

[Onyxaeon]

-Shivers- Delightful as always. ^^ I can't wait to see this spitfire in action. Approved.