He has no particular love for food, viewing it as only sustenance, and as such, he is thin. He is of average size and would easily be ten or twenty pounds heavier if he only enjoyed his meals. Instead, he prefers to spend his hours poring over the pages of hard-wrought books or scripts or studying the ancient art of taming fire. Still, Edric is not malnourished, and his coat is beautifully soft to the touch as it hugs his frame.
His eyes are perhaps his most splendid feature, a verdant green, like emeralds freshly unearthed and then polished. They gleam in any light, no matter how little, reflecting his thoughts and emotions. He is expressive, distaste and fascination written upon his face — it is not difficult to decode what he is thinking at any given moment, nor does Edric make much effort to hide his thoughts, especially his disdain. (If he does not like you, you will know it.)
Not one to speak without need, if Edric finds himself in a conversation he stays silent. Acting as little more than an audience to the ongoing conversation. He is often annoyed easily by those who speak without meaning or intent and will often do whatever he can to avoid this type. If you are trying to get to know him, it would be wise to avoid asking him the usual small talk style of questions. You will most likely be met with silence, or one word answers.
When among people he can stand, and feels comfortable around, he tends to have a rather dry, sarcastic style of sense of humor.
His father, Orex Zyphear, saw great potential in him as a boy. Even if he did not understand the ways of fire, he saw that Edric was calm and collected, strategic and cautious. As such, he began his training as a fire tamer, mentored by the most skilled of their order. Edric consumed his lessons, fascinated by the silent flames, the way they moved, their heat, their ability to reproduce. He was also taught to remember information, his memory enhanced by hundreds of hours of practice, utilizing techniques handed down from generation to generation — in other words, he is a living, breathing archive of information. He knows history and family trees, wisdom and follies, and he only has but to retrieve them from his mind to recite stories and chronicles by memory.
He has a poor relationship with his oldest brother, Talfor. He thinks Talfor is an idiot who uses his brawn far more than his brain, while Talfor believes the opposite of him.
He has a tenuous relationship with Mirah, whom he believes needs to mind her own business. He respects her knowledge and expertise in healing and poisons, but she is also far too vain.
Edric often doesn’t know what to think about Rafiel, who is carefree and rather worry-free — but he is talented, and his natural gifts have gotten him far. In other words, he gets the job done well enough. He thinks Rafiel flirts too much with women.
He gets along just fine with Lilith, the youngest adopted sibling, though he wonders what can possibly make her so kind after such a rough start in life.
Despite his cantankerous tendencies, Edric very much believes in the order of knights and their responsibilities to the world. He would, in fact, jump into a river to rescue a drowning someone, after analyzing the situation, of course, saving his scorn and harsh words until after they are safe and breathing on the shore.
It was a wildfire that drove them from their home, destroying all life in its path. Edric stayed as long as he could, hoping to use his knowledge to put out the flames. It was too much, and he fled to the waters of Rionnach, hoping for a chance at a better tomorrow.