Zaelith Starsurge

Face-up artist(s):

Myself

Date of acquisition:

February 2016 for the head, the body arrived a year or so after that.

Provenance:

Directly from Dollshe and Resinsoul.

Reason for choice:

I originally purchased two Saints at the same time from Dollshe because I love the sculpt that much! Ultimately, I just kept this one. The body was a happy accident. I ordered a bigger girl body from Resinsoul in a custom resin color for another doll, and they sent me this boy body instead. They let me keep it and sent me the girl body too. I wound up blushing the head a bit darker to match, and I'm quite happy with him now.

Best Points:

I love his stupid grumpy face. It's perfect for his character!

Worst Points:

He can't stand very well. I have another bigger boy body that can stand, so I think it's just a stringing issue. I need to take him apart and put him back together one of these days to see if that fixes it.

Eyes:

Unatown small iris eyes on Taobao

Wig:

Taobao

Favourite colours:

Tans/dark blues

Fashion style(s):

He has a desert dweller look. I've made most of what he wears.

Key fashion accessory:

Glasses

Character age:

Late 20's/early 30's

Character gender:

Male

Offsite roleplay:

This doll's character is available for offsite roleplay.

“Any news on your research?”

Aeramin Firewind glanced up as Zaelith Starsurge slid into the seat across from him at one of the tables near the back of the library. He refrained from rolling his eyes. As the seer of the past, Zaelith probably already knew the answer.

“Hello, Zaelith,” Aeramin answered, trying not to frown at his ex-roommate and ex-lover, instead looking back down to his book. “There’s nothing new, no. I’m still waiting to hear back from my mother about my grandfather’s books.”

Aeramin was sure the council would assign him an adahi, if he could manage to show them that he had the ability to remake his grandfather’s fire staff. He looked back up as the other elf leaned across the table to look at the book that Aeramin had open in front of him, his light blond wisps of hair falling in front of his glasses as he did.

Zaelith quickly brushed the stray hairs out of the way and said, “Well, beginning magic theory books aren’t going to help any.”

Aeramin did roll his eyes this time. Zaelith should have known better, especially considering their history. Zaelith, for all practical reasons, was considered blind. Sure, he could see a little better with glasses, but Aeramin knew there was no way he could read what was on the pages of his book unless he was no more than five inches away. However, if he had used his ability, even just to see a few seconds into the past, then he could see everything clearly. Aeramin decided not to make a big deal out of it this time. After all, it wasn’t as if they were together now.

“It’s for Madame Tenderdove’s class. I’ve been her new teaching assistant for the past week.” Aeramin realized as he said it that Zaelith probably already knew that part too, which meant he had gone back to playing games. Again, it wasn’t as if they were still together.

“Oh, maybe you can earn enough to hire an adahi for a short trip then?”

“That’s the plan.” He’d been waiting far too long for a reply from his mother. Perhaps she was saving up to visit him and bring more of his grandfather’s books.

“You’re not giving up on being assigned a permanent adahi, are you?”

Aeramin shook his head. “No, I’m just getting frustrated with waiting.”

IMG_5256 by Debbie, on Flickr

Zaelith by Debbie, on Flickr

IMG_5261 by Debbie, on Flickr