Z'raith Tia
"There's more to being a warrior than killing. A true warrior - the best warrior - isn't cruel or mean. He doesn't claw an enemy who can't fight back. Where's the honor in that? Also, never forget. The true warrior understands and seizes that moment by giving an effort so intense and so intuitive that it could only be called one from the heart."
 Standing at 5 fulms, 3 Ilms and weighing approximately 140 ponzes. Z'raith has small/lean build and a youthful appearance. Jet black hair with highlighted ends, falls down the back of his neck while also framing his face at either side. Dark, sun blessed skin adorns his entire body. Hinting to his seeker heritage and of many years labour under the light of the sun mother. He also has keen blue eyes, nothing unusual about them, only the normal seeker slit pupils. Has an obvious scar upon his face, starting from his right brow and cutting vertically down over his eye and finishing upon his loer cheek. From the looks of it, the scar appears a few years old. Seems to wear clothing that is fashioned from the hides of animals or whatever else might be found in the wilds. The majority of which also aids with speed an mobility, while also keeping him cool in more heated climates - which he appears more than used to. When wearing armour, the only truely protective thing he howns is a metallic breastplate. It has a worn Garlean symbol upon it and the metal itself seems old and worn. Leading a keen mind to the assumption it was probably scavanged from some mechanical wreck.
Aspects That Stand Out:
Generally caring and compassionate, with a mix of playfulness and mischief at times. Making him seem innocent and perhaps youthful. Z'raith can also be quick to anger, being a Warrior for his Tribe, the need to fight and protect comes naturally to him. This can make him rash at times. Acting first without thought. Only after cooling down will he regret his actions. While being proud to be of his Tribe and will, in true Tribal fashion lay down his life for it, Raith is far from egocentric. He might know he is a capable warrior, yet he is also aware that there are many challenges out there which could easily master him. Raith has a very strong senses, adapted to surviving out in the wilds. Able to use his nose to pick up various scents allowing him to track at times. This also leads to something of a small quirk for him. Sometimes sniffing in the direction of someone he is talking with, as though remembering their scent. On top of this, Raith has a good sense of hearing too, able to distinguish distant sounds. If in an area he knows well, he might even be able to accurately guess what creature made such sounds. When it comes to sight, during the day or in well illuminated areas, he can see long distances. Sadly his vision is severely hindered during the night.
((Raith is -not- a pleasure slave. He an enforcer, an instrument into his Masters political gain and underworld strengths. A weapon to be used when commanded.'))
A slave not born into slavery. Z'raith once knew freedom, in fact for the majority of his life. Only in recent years, during a calamity within his Tribe, was he captured and enslaved. Due to to his primal and almost bestial nature, he was acutioned off to a mage whom had need of such a creature. A year spent breaking the Miqo'te down, put in hellish conditions and given the same treatment as something of no value. Fed only enough to keep his physical strength up for future use. Suffering a dark cell, no gift of sunlight to seek help from the sun mother. Z'raith almost broke. The memory of his Tribes loss constantly weighing upon his mind. yet it was also a drive and motivation to not give up. Knowing he would have to get out at some point to face that dark point within his Tribes history. T try bring peace and stability back once more. After his year of torment, Z'raith was conditioned to take orders, but all of which were unheeded and met with feirce resistance when such commands went against his nature. Never wanting to hurt anyone or fight without reason - yet here he was, being commanded to do just that. He quickly learnt that his new master had selfish designs and would stop at nothing to achieve them. Z'raith nothing more than a living weapon to be ordered around on his masters board game. During this time, Raith tried countless times to try and flee. Escape into the wilds knowing he could hide and be free, yet every opening of freedom given was nothing but a feint of his master. To see if he would adhere to commands or keep resisting. A last ditch effort was to replace the standard slave collar. Swapping from an iron ring to something more comfortable looking. A leather bound choker, almost the same colour as his own skin. Yet underneath his master had put runes of command into it. These magical inscriptions absorb aether from its surroundings and keeps the charge. Should Z'raith try go against command, these runes kick in, forcing him to do as bidden. Without thought, remorse or mercy. Eyes take on a vacant look, as if all control has gone from his body. Yet within, he can see all that he is forced to do, screaming and fighting to stop. All to no avail. If his will should manage to try regain control, the runes within his collar only grow stronger and inflict physical torment upon him until he is once more subdued to the mindless slave he is expected to be. Due to the generally protective nature of Raith, wanting to make sure those he cares about remain safe, his master put a ban on him from interfering with other slaves. He can not help them, no matter how much he would want to. Tormented by the idea of slavery, hating and living it. Sometimes seeing such a thing happen around him. Yet unable to do anything about it. This leads to him only being allowed to work with other slaves only when commanded. In rare cases this could lead to blooming friendships terminating almost instantly, while not wishing it himself, the collar forces him to obay the command given to him. Having to distance himself from them, which is a slight blessing in disguise - as it reduces his own mental anguish over their own slavery and allows him to focus upon his own. The master making it so that Raith can not disrupt the slave trade in any way, even going so far as to uphold its secrecy. Z'raiths collar is unable to be removed, being much stronger than it looks. Created with all kinds of magics to keep it intact. Also, as expected, tampering with the collar will also activate the painful runes. The pain of which is much more than the poor Miqo'te can endure, despite his high constitution. The collars removal will kill him, which has thus made him protective of it to an extent. He values his life, knowing someday he will get free. Able to get revenge upon his master for all the torment and memories of the things of which he was forced to do. Moreover, so that he can return to his Tribe. For now, Z'raith is a slave. Only of body and not mind. Even then, it is only the one who created his collar that has dominance. Anyone else who would seek mastery would be met with brutal resistance. Those with an affinity for magics would have little problem detecting it from his otherwise standard looking collar. It also might attract Voidsent to focus upon him too, as they would find it an easier source of absorbing aether from the surrounding area. It does have its positives however. Z'raith has no affinity for magic and a low aether pool,but because of his aether absorbing collar, any voidsent trying to drain him would feed from the collar first. Getting quite a fill before sinking through to drain his own.
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 Sirah Narani ♡ ●♥ღ
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 Zara Mahhara ♡ ●♥ღ
E.R.A Z'ara was taken from her Tribe at a young age. Z'raith learning that she too is of the Z Tribe, has become her mentor in leading her back to learning her Tribal roots. Along the way the two have developed a strong bond, both emotionally and spiritually. Being of the same Tribe Raith is more open with Z'ara than anyone else he knows.
 Octavia Ethesa●
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 W'lefay Sheqa●
♥ Phoenix Feathers W'lefay is the closest person Raith has to being in touch with his Tribal ways so far from home. She is much like he is in a few ways, prefering outdoors and tribal life to the city. While finding customs of Civilization a little confusing at times. Lefay is also a priestess to the Sun-Mother too.
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