Koy Introduction Posts

Below the station, on the world of Trixir- a while outside a small pixie city- a single individual enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. A decently sized clearing in the woods made for the perfect spot to relax and get away from the constant commotion of the city, an opportunity that Tziron would not turn down. The young man was leaning against a tree facing towards the open clearing with this world’s sun shining behind him, still relatively low in the sky. The occasional autumnal wind threatened to blow his hair in his face, forcing him to cease in his writing and re-ponytail it. This sort of thing had a tendency to happen when one keeps their hair long as he chose to do. His bright white hair was usually bound by a thin rubber band decorated with a few ornamental beads. It was unlikely that anyone would notice such a small detail about his appearance though.

His eyes were colored a light golden, and in just the right light, could appear to be shimmery. This effect was lessened by the silver-framed glasses he wore. Not only was he farsighted, but Tziron was also color blind, often confusing black for many shades of red, dark brown with dark green, dark orange, and dark red, mid-greens with some oranges, and some blues with some reds, purples, and dark pinks. This never really bothered him too much, and in fact, had created the very circumstances in which he met a now close friend of his. The glasses were quite simple, as with the rest of his attire- omit a few select things. The materials used for his clothing were generally soft, and quite comfortable, though because of the weather he was not wearing his jacket but instead a patterned long sleeved shirt. It was simple, and did its job well, unlike usual pixie attire, which was a bit too thin, colorful, and free-flowing for his taste.

He had taken off his boots and leather gloves and placed them nearby, next to a satchel containing various effects; mostly books and journals, though it also held a rather expensive looking touchscreen tablet- given to him as a gift by a friend- and his dagger, held in a patterned sheath. Patterns were often used in onixar designs, and frankly, their stuff tended to always be mostly simple in main design and overly complex in details. This dagger was no exception, as in essence, it was simply a knife within a sheath, but varying patterns and textures made it appear just that more overly complex, and just that more falsely ornate.

On the other side of him was the journal he had been writing in, his place marked by a preserved flower, laminated to an elegantly designed piece of parchment. The back contained a simple and rather touching message from a family member, written in carefully inked pseudo-calligraphy. Laid atop the closed journal was a wooden pencil with simple engravings and grooves so that it could better be held.

Next to the journal on the soft grass was his breakfast, laid out on a simple white plastic plate with a silver and purple pattern around the edge. For this first meal of the day he had purchased a pastry- now half eaten- and some hot tea. The pastry had a flaky, beige colored exterior, and was just barely sweet with a slightly minty filling. His tea was some sort of obscure and quite bitter blend with only a little bit of added milk. 

He leaned back against the tree behind him, petting the grass to his left for a moment before picking up his tea and taking a careful sip. As evident by his choice of purchase, he wasn’t really a fan of overly sweet or spicy flavors. They just come off as a bit overbearing. He carefully placed the cup back on it’s plate and retrieved his book, removing the pressed flower place marker and setting it with the rest of his effects. The page he was open to was a simple recollection of recent events and was appropriately dated, even including a small excerpt about the weather. These entries weren’t regular, but they were very consistent in the way they were written and dated. This entire journal’s purpose was to hold these personal logs, and was well kept, just like the others. If one didn’t know any better, they would just think he hoarded these things. He had a journal for every sort of writing; One was for practice, just to jot down words or phrases repetitively to remember them or to remind himself of grammar rules. He was, after all, a linguist and often worked as a translator. It was his greatest skill, in all honesty. An exceptional memory, plenty of free time, and dedication, has allowed for near mastery over the more common languages. Like all skills, however, there was still much to learn, and Tziron knew this well. Some, namely an overly optimistic friend of his, considered him a prodigy of sorts; just naturally gifted. It was a nice compliment, but one Tziron generally just shrugged off. Surely anyone could achieve what he has if they just tried. Along with his abilities as a translator, Tziron had also picked up some information on engineering. It didn’t seem like much to him, but to most, it would be enough to make him a useful person to keep around onboard a ship.

His whole reason for being out here was to find a group to travel with. He certainly didn’t have to though; he could have just stayed at home, done various tasks from there, but it was simply... boring. Expected, and not the best and complete usage of his skills. Besides, his fascination with other cultures and languages drove him to to go out forge experiences for himself. Actually speaking to someone was far different than just translating what was on a page. Perhaps he would meet interesting people, and learn some new things. All in all it was a good set up. His things, though not many, were being stored within the city for a small fee. The information on where they're stores and the gradual overtime cost of the storage facility were jotted down in the margin of this day's journal entry. So far it covered his arrival here, and his first experience with the city, which included trying some interesting pixan food. It may have been inexpensive, but man did he pay for how long that less than satisfactory taste lingered. He also met a few people, though briefly. Despite his skills with language he was a bit lacking with social skills. he could come off as a bit awkward, overly apologetic, and occasionally just too formal and worried of screwing up. It usually only severely affected conversations with strangers, or people of importance. Maybe when he gets accepted onto someone’s ship he’ll be forced to improve his social skills.