Zeaith

WIP. Might make a separate bio for book need to update self on FR lore.

Zeaith can't remember his earlier years after birth. He can't remember if his clan abandoned him for his oddness or if he left because he found them odd. He hated not knowing something but would always challenge what he learned. His hunger of knowledge makes it smooth for him to navigate social niceties and picks up info others are not aware of.
He doesn't care much about not remembering his earlier years. He sees it in this way: if it was important he'd remembered.


Prof Z has traveled across the world seeking to learn about it all while distancing himself from other species, including other dragons. He thought dragons were pretty straight forward, most used their strength to make a point or their intellect. He didn't consider himself a genius or a warrior but knew his strengths were well-rounded enough to survive. He's gotten into his fair share of fights and arguments, would often defend himself when it was needed, but never backed down unless he knew he was truly outmatched.
He still hated fighting regardless and tried his best to avoid them. He hated scavenging around for healing supplies and would refuse other dragons looking to help or waiting to heal, it was a pain and more of a time waster.

Over the years, he realized humanity were conflicting creatures, time after time of giving them doubt for their wicked ways, the few good hearted were often cast out or killed to make a lesson of them.
He contributed his disdain based off the treatment a kind man refused to share Zeaith, and his clan presence, to the world. This one conversation changed the trajectory of how Zeaith would see, and treat the rest of humanity.
Zeaith never found the man again and eventually thought the worst.


He didn't understand them and didn't want to, not after that incident. He told himself he would make sure to study humans as a precaution so no harm would fall onto himself or his clan. Humans did not need to exist but he would do no such thing in removing any of them. Not only would it require a large amount of power and time, he wasn't fond of being a leader to others.
After knowing how Tundra's are treated, he just knew his war would end faster than it'd begin.
Besides, he wasn't fond of genocide or be considered a mass murderer.




Most of his clan now are dragons that either did not fit with it's previous clans, left, or breed carelessly through Zeaith's, 'dumbness' as he likes to call it, in his younger days. He liked his small clan and truly hope if any leave they always know they will have a home.

He does know Wirria very well and she's often way more vicious and impulsive than him. He'd often share meals with her despite her refusing for whatever reasons.

He often wonder where she went to... or what she even ate........