MYO-0488: Zephyra

✧･ﾟ: ✧ Zephyra ✧:･ﾟ✧

“The wind only howls when it has something to protect.”

❁ Name:

Zephyra

❁ Pronouns:

He / Him

❁ hEIGHT:

6'1

❁ Orientation:

Straight

❁ Layer of Residency:

Layer 6
A region of whispering winds and glowing flora, where danger lurks beneath the beauty—and Zephyra keeps watch from the shadows.

❁ Personality:

Stoic, sharp, and fiercely principled, Zephyra is the type who speaks little but sees everything. He carries the air of someone who’s been through more than he lets on—scarred but not broken. A master of close combat and tactical precision, he moves with the grace of a ghost and the force of a wildfire. Despite his intensity, he’s not cold; he simply saves his warmth for those who truly earn it. Beneath the flame and steel lies a quietly protective heart… especially when it comes to one glowing healer he can’t stop thinking about.

❁ Relationships:

• Keeps most others at a distance, but is respected—even feared—for his combat skill.

• Has a slight, unspoken crush on Lumiora, often finding reasons to “check in” on her territory.

• Known to train alone deep in the misted glades, though sometimes he leaves signs for others to find him.

• Rumors say he once single-handedly repelled a corrupted beast from Layer 6’s borders without a single scar.

❁ Elemental Traits & Details:

• Fire Element Body Traits:

  • Glowing yellow soles of the feet, waist markings, face/whisker flame trails, and wings' core.

  • Flames flicker when he's agitated or preparing for a fight.

• Jewelry Accents:

  • The yellow rings on his tail fins and horns are worn like symbolic armor, passed down from his ancestors.

• Freckles:

  • Tiny, star-shaped freckles scatter across his face, thighs, shoulders, and tails—some glowing faintly like embers in the dark.

• Glowing Accents:

  • Waist stripes, wings, and whiskers all emit a dim but pulsing glow at night, especially during combat or deep emotion.

❁ 🌙 Story Snippet:

He didn’t fight for glory. He fought because someone had to. And when the fire in his limbs surged to life beneath the moon, he let it burn just long enough to end the threat. By sunrise, the beast was ash and memory. No one saw him do it—but the scorch marks etched into the forest floor spoke louder than words ever could. He should’ve gone straight home. But the path pulled him toward the grove instead—toward the soft glow tucked between bloomlit trees.

She was there. Standing in the grass. Radiant, unbothered. Healing the earth like he’d never scorched it at all.

She looked up and smiled—warm, effortless, like it meant nothing.

He looked away.
But later, when the heat beneath his skin refused to fade… he knew it meant everything.

❁ Other Details:

• Wings are fully functional and powerful—he glides silently but can strike hard mid-air.

• Only fights when needed—but when he does, it's fast, brutal, and precise.

• Prefers quiet patrols at night and has a habit of watching the stars alone.

• Smells faintly of smoke and pine. Always looks tired, but never slows down.

❁ Art Permissions:

Okay for gift/prompt art?
Absolutely! 🔥