
⟐ Name: Zederick Qadir
⟐ Nickname(s): Zed, Z, Gleaner, Smokes
⟐ Age: Early 30s
⟐ Height: About 6 fulm and 6 ilms
⟐ Occupation: Gleaner
⟐ Languages: Eorzean, Dalmascan, Far Eastern, Garlean, Goblin, Hannish, Hingan

Green never quite suited him, and now it's worn proudly. Uniform? Newfound appreciation? Or just part of the flock that roosts nearby.
He's been here, there, and quite literally (almost) everywhere. Maybe you've seen the familiar face before. He'd insist otherwise.
His gaze never rests. The color of your boots; the way you move; each and every scar visible to the world. He's seen it. He remembers them. He remembers you.
If you knew him, you knew who the man was. But now there's a faint 'newness' to him. A man freshly sharpened. Maybe the green, maybe an assignment. Maybe something else.
He doesn't look Bozjan, but he handles the weapon like he was born with it.

He carries enough gear to survive a sennight in the wild. Most of the time, it's tools. Sometimes it's something strange.

A worn ring that he fidgets with. The etchings are never fully visible.
Rarely seen without one burning between his lips. Never without the packed marked "Glad You Are Here."
A small, battered leatherbound journal. Filled with half sketches and half words. Full of thoughts and never far from reach.

The Sproutling and the Beastkin. Neither invited but both tolerated. Be nice to them—even if he says otherwise.




Hello! Thanks for taking the time to read about one particularly grumpy gleaner. I'm on Eastern Standard Time (unless it's EDT now?—timezones are funky, man).⟐ Paragraph writing preferred, but I don't mind mirroring!⟐ Due to the nature of Zederick, the possibility of darker themes should be expected upon frequent interactions. Light-hearted adventures are also good in my book.⟐ Don't be a jerk, don't be weird, and don't be gross. Simple as!⟐ If you're interested in setting something up in the future, send me a message!
Zederick Qadir@Balmung
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