Zayle Reyis
Out of the pan, into the fire
Gender: Male
Race: Lopar/Hapan
Age: 32
Ht: 6’8” (182cm)
Wt: 240
Orientation: Demi/Bisexual
Sensitivity: Yes
Alignment: Neutral
Personality:
Zey is well adept at keeping things tightly inside. He learned a long time ago only to give of himself, just what was expected and nothing more. While he doesn’t distrust, he doesn’t trust either as his opinions of others are fairly ambivalent.
He has learned the hard lesson of being wary of a friendly face or of something that seems like fantastic luck. In fact he is very used to being punished for a good deed. He can be incredibly stubborn, when there is room for that stubbornness.
When he gets angry enough, he just shuts down and walks away. If he can’t walk away he just retreats inward, letting the voices wash over him and becoming remote. He isn’t given to fits of anger, outwards signs of temper had been used often enough as points of weakness that he learned to shunt elsewhere. He is thoughtful and, if he can afford it, even kind. Left to his own devices he can be fairly introverted. He has a curious mind and likes to read or learn new things. He has a deep love for music and has taught himself a couple instruments, the flute and violin.
He is a very private person and, as a byproduct of being mute, doesn’t have to share if he doesn’t want to. He can speak, finding early in life that he was telepathic, but mainly signs. His flaw is generally seen as an asset as a bodyguard, for people just assume that because he has no voice he cannot speak. However he sees much and isn’t afraid to use that to his advantage, so long as he is careful about it. So for all that he chooses silence, he is cunning.
He is a pragmatic sort, used to doing what he needs to care for himself, but also do his duty. He is used to being in the background, a silent knife or shield. However his private life is empty of any close ties and though he would like it different, ties are dangerous. He had learned that to be as untouchable as possible, one must make deep sacrifices.
Description:
Dark hair, silver eyes and exotic complexion, to look at Zey one can think of him as exquisite Hapan artwork in the flesh, as expected. He has a set of scars down his back, about six inches from where his spine travels from between his shoulders to his neck. It looks like something had tried to rip into his spine. However instead of it being raised scar tissue, all that remains is simply pale smooth fair skin, it looks more like he has vitiligo rather than ugly marred skin. This place is more sensitive to the touch than the rest of his body.
As for choices of clothing, when not wearing a designated uniform he favors loose clothing in jewel tones or deep rich colors.
Background:
Zayle’s mother spent most of her life cloistered away under an over protective and strict traditionalist father. Every waking moment of her days was planned, plotted over, regimented and spent being crafted into what the man saw as expected for one of their bloodline. So when, by chance, she had met a man who she chanced upon after slipping away in a small attempt at rebellion? He was like a spring breeze finally kissing the winter she had been frozen in. He charmed his way into her heart and into her bed, but the dream soon turned into a nightmare. Word got out of their secret and she was shut away and isolated.
When it was discovered she was pregnant? He tore her to bits with words before he saw her locked in her room. For nine months she only had a single servant to wait upon her. No doctors to see her, nothing. For if anyone found out? Only more shame would be brought upon the family. Unfortunately, because of the isolation, she died and left only a flawed disaster of a boy child in her passing. Maybe if the boy’s grandfather had kept his temper, thought things through, he might have seen the value in him. However, he kept the child long enough to see it weaned and to see if there was anything to be done about the fact the boy was mute. Quietly of course.
When it proved no, he cast the child to the trash where it belonged, having a servant see to ‘its’ disposal. That servant however fled, going into hiding to follow the last wishes of who he had seen as his true Master. Her wish, was to raise her only son and to name him Zayle. So Samai had bided his time, making sure the boy wasn’t neglected as best he could till the day he could take the child and flee. He hadn’t been a particularly useful servant to his master’s father and knew his disappearance would likely go unnoticed. The man barely paid any attention to what was property after all, couldn’t even remember his name most times.
When Zey was six, somehow it was found out by his grandfather that what he thought was dead, lived. Worse, thrived. One might think it would be the grandfather who would try to kill his grandson, but no. It was someone from his father’s side that tried to snuff out his young life. After all, her husband had been the one to spend his seed where it didn’t belong. So while he was playing outside in their small shack of a home, something dropped on him from above and savaged him. A strange man did his best to drive the beast off and in the confusion Samai fled with his gravely injured master-son. His only choice was to go to his family and beg to save the boy. Lies had to be told of course, he couldn’t let his young master’s lineage be known.
He and the boy, when he was strong enough were smuggled off and out of the Hapan system. Samai being told to also never darken their door again, for he was cast from his family for his service. For five years he and his ‘father’ did odd jobs and any work they could get. Zayle watched his father scrape every penny he could to see him be educated and learn what he needed to pass in his mother’s culture. He wasn’t terribly strict, but he knew the day would come when his master’s son would need to return home to claim his bloodright. It would also be the day he would be rewarded, even if the boy might also despise him for the lies he had told.
However, what he thought to be his future, never came to pass. Samai was killed by yet another assassin, but the job was to capture the child alive this time. Unfortunately for them, Zay managed to escape. Eventually he returned to the ruin that was his home to mourn the loss of his father. This was when he also came face to face with his true father. Indra was first viewed with suspicion and anger, but managed to convince him to come with him. Knowing no other choice, he was still just a boy, he followed. He went into the home of one of Indra’s friends, that friend not being told who the boy was. The lie told was that he was to be trained as a gift to his wife, a charming little servant who could tell none of her secrets.
Zay hadn’t liked this one bit, but he was too young to do anything and played along. All he knew was that his father had been killed and this strange man had swooped in and told all kinds of lies to get him where he was to stay. For three years he was a dutiful boy, till he was tossed out onto the street like he had the plague. No explanation, nothing, just the clothes on his back and his ‘father’ somewhere else unknowing of what happened. It wasn’t long before he was scooped up by the guard and because he had no identification and no discernible mark to say where he belonged, he was tossed in with other orphans.
Eventually those orphans were sorted and when it was learned he had some education, he was tested. However because he was mute he was cast off and thrown to serve as a guard, provided he passed training. He was given the option to go into the military or private service, if he could find someone willing to invest the income to train him as a bodyguard. By luck, someone in a minor family thought it would be a charming idea to have a mute boy as protection. He spent the next four years in intense training. It was during this time he had his first change and had to cope with turning into a beast on top of punishing training.
He was almost thrown out, but his Masters who were investing in him, liked the idea of someone who could be a beast. This pair of queer old folks saved his life and for the first time he felt a keen drive to succeed to pay them back. At seventeen he completed his training two years early and was taken into their household. For eight years he shadowed them. They weren’t important enough to see him have to work too hard, but he never stopped being vigilant. The only thing he couldn’t protect them from was the specter that stalked all the elderly, death itself. The pair passed quietly in their sleep and his service went to their daughter on his twenty fifth birthday. She hadn’t liked him at all and he soon found himself given to watching over her two offspring. He didn’t mind it at first, till she started to encourage them to mistreat and abuse him. Eventually word got out about something juicy and his contract was bought, along with anything else that could be sold, for their debts came calling.
He bounced around from house to house never really sticking around long. Eventually he landed a stable job after five years, at thirty his reputation was well established and despite the transient work that plagued his early years of service, he had a good reputation. He served this family for two years, till the accident that drove him into the present...
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