Zhully enjoys spending time with people. They’re the type of person who’d enjoy the company of pretty much anyone, if given that chance. However due to for one, growing up in a very social family where all the reaching out and befriending was done for them, and two, not having actually talked to anyone outside of work for 300 or so years, they’ve forgotten not only how to interact with people but also that they enjoy being social.

Zhully's thoughts rarely show in their expression and they speak as little as they can get away with. Rather than that, they show their feelings through their actions, often through gift-giving. They love getting their friends souvenirs from their travels or feeding them tasty food, in general sharing things which they themselves enjoyed. Their strange taste however means their gifts sometimes scare off the people Zhully was trying to befriend.

Despite how they act Zhully is a bright, cheerful, and unrealistically optimistic person. Not much can get them down, and they’ve partially forgotten what negative feelings feel like. Truely they’re often lonely but don’t realize it so instead of making friends they try to drown it out with learning.

Zhully became an archivist for entirely selfish reasons. Out of all of their large and bostrious family Zhully was the only one amidst many siblings and cousins who had yet to set off and make themselves useful somewhere. And Zhully liked to read and learn and would enjoy seeing the world for sure. Most of all, they would have a chance to see their favourite brother who had gone off to fight in one of the many wars fought by their island's people. Of course they'd stay neutral, no interfering but Zhully's brother could take care of himself, he didn't need his younger siblings to save him.

Or that was what Zhully though, so when they came across their brother's lifeless body they didn't know how to react. They found solace in other family members but soon enough they started dying too. Some from the endless wars, some from sickness, some simply from old age as after all Zhully had chosen to become immortal. And they had chosen to give away their freedom to interfere even on the behaf of those they cared about most.

And that was that. When Zhully's century of observing ended and the rest of their tresured family was long gone they closed themselves off. Why care for others when you will inherently lose them? When you can do nothing to protect them in their moments of greatest need?

No, better to focus on work, on books, on the physical landscape which may change but won't leave you.