Zephyren Sangris's Questionnaire

Zephyren lives in Vancouver, the chameleon city that crams so many identities together that it is anything but itself. By that he means he'd sometimes step out the door and wonder if this was really Canada. Is that good or bad? He shrugs whenever he's asked about it because he's pretty much content if he's left alone while he's out and about.

His apartment is quite bare-bones; it's on the smaller side, in a slightly less crowded place called Burnaby, but no one really calls it that because most people coming from other places would only recognize the name 'Vancouver'. Zephyren hasn't put any effort into decorating due to the lingering notion that he'll soon be flittering from place to place again. Hey, it's bigger than what he had in Hong Kong, so at least he gets to stretch his wings whenever he wants (he's rarely at home) (he doesn't have wings, he's just grown attached to the metaphor).

Why Vancouver? He doesn't really know either. You'd have to ask his friend, though chances are she doesn't remember.

Sugar mommies.

He's kidding. He doesn't know what's gotten into him; he's not the kind of person that jokes around too often, and when he does, jokes often fall flat on the floor like that time he tripped on an imaginary step up on his university campus. 

Zephyren does the odd job here and there. He's not popular enough for everyone to request his help but somehow he's proven himself talented enough to play the piano in a restaurant or fix broken sinks. He had to get by on his own back in HK (such is the life of a child in a workaholic society) and if course that meant clogging up the pipes every now and then. Fearing he'd get evicted, he would search up every possible way he could repair what he's broken and try to get it fixed before his parents came home. In the end his efforts could never fix what really was broken, but at least his skills mean he's saved a lot of money since he doesn't need to hire people to do stuff for him. 

It doesn't mean he's got enough to live comfortably though. Between tuition, food, and rent, he doesn't have much left. Not that he needs anything else right now.

The lonely child burns his village down just to feel its warmth.

To "burn the old world away" is just a statement Zephyren heard long ago, and it has lived rent-free in his head since then. He doesn't quite remember the origins anymore, only the infernal anger felt behind the intention. He doesn't think the other person was ever serious about doing it, seeing as the only thing burning right now was the nearby forest on a hot summer's day. It's always like that; people threaten devastating acts that would never come to fruition, and in the end all that's left is a cold spite festering in silence. 

All this hesitance on everyone else's part has developed a deep hatred against the world. He couldn't depend on his parents, nor could he depend on anyone around him because they'd just end up chickening out in the face of the smallest dangers. Inaction was what led Zephyren to flee, not any actual efforts to hurt him - in fact no one has successfully harmed Zephyren because he knows to step away before the iron is hot enough to leave a blister. Of course it's exhausting to move from one place to the next so rapidly, and he's lost enough sleep to spend his days and nights in constant irritation, but until now he's been chained down by the misconception that he has no power to change anything. It doesn't stop him from trying. Maybe all he's really lacking is the belief in himself. Contradictions, contradictions, contradictions.

Zephyren is tired of waiting for bad things to happen, so he'll take it into his own hands - he always does. He's the only one who goes through with his promises. He's the only one he can count on when it really matters. He'll prove it just to convince himself that his mother was wrong about him being "powerless". 

In truth he doesn't know what he really wants to do. Deep down he knows he can't change anyone or the lies they tell. He knows there's no point in attempting to. He knows that his anger for the universe has burned out long ago, and his present self is just the charred shadow of the past that he so ardently clings on to. He knows his antipathy against people alone solves nothing. He ought to figure it out before he sets a building on fire again, but perhaps he finds familiarity in the ashes.

Going to Japan.

At around the age of 17, Zephyren had snuck onto a ship heading to Japan. He converted his savings from red pockets, allowance, and part time jobs to yen and lived off of that for a while. Fortunately he was able to navigate and communicate through Kanji, besides having had an education in English back in HK. This wasn't anything noteworthy to him, having lived like this for a while now. 

The experience he remembers the most is when he fell into a lake (he swears he simply tripped and fell), and a girl, Caliose, saved him. Her first words to him were: 生きろと命じる. He couldn't understand, so in English, she simply said, "Live". For Caliose's sake, he takes this request (command?) very seriously, even now.

Neither of them had a real place to call home, let alone a family to go back to. Bonding over this, they soon became close friends. Caliose would always have this faraway look in her eyes, while Zephyren only dwelled on whether he'd have food to get through the next day. They didn't live near each other; Caliose lived in the slums while Zephyren was farther out in the countryside, living in an abandoned shed. Sometimes he'd visit and teach her basic mathematics, while she taught him certain survival skills. It was a simple life; he swore he could stay like this forever and he'd be content. Also, he was sure that she had another friend, but she rarely talked about them besides showing him a beautiful illustration she made of that person. 

He had an inkling this was more than just a friend, and he thought about that for a long time too. He still does; he wonders where they are now.

Caliose had been wanting to get out of Japan for a long time. Zephyren thought this place was an idyllic fantasy world, with the vast greenery that he never would've seen back in Hong Kong. Thus, he didn't necessarily want to leave, but he had made up his mind that he'd follow her to the ends of the world. He didn't know if her "friend" was coming (he was even mildly pleased when he found out they weren't), but either way Caliose was set on leaving. (Something was off the day they left for Canada, but he tries not to dwell on it.) In a way, he understood her sentiment. He wouldn't have wanted to stay in a place associated with so many bad memories, and by the time they made it to Canada, they would be able to pave a new path for themselves. 

Nevermind the route Zephyren had to take to become a Canadian citizen; he doesn't talk about it anymore. What's important is that he's in university with a future ahead of him, and Caliose is taking remedial courses for everything she's missed so far. Without her, he probably wouldn't be alive right now.

Caliose Sangris:

Zephyren's friend, who rescued him a few years ago. She has a strong fixation on flowers and nature in general, so she's often seen drawing different plants if she isn't studying or working. Upon coming to Canada they wanted to start anew, so they came up with names for each other. Zephyren's name was derived from Zephyr and Saffron.

• Zephyr, meaning "west wind", is straightforward; they came to Canada from the west (Caliose never understood why Asia was considered an Eastern continent), and Zephyren uses a lot of bird-related metaphors.
• Saffron, or the Crocus flower that it's harvested from, symbolizes joy and rebirth. It's Caliose's way of telling Zephyren he needs more happiness in his life, not knowing she is his joy.
• He does like the vague reference to a phoenix, seeing as his Chinese given name was 鳳鸞, literally meaning "phoenix" and "mythical bird". Nevermind the literary meaning of these two words put together. His parents were definitely cooking something. If only they stopped before they overcooked it.

The last name was a little more confusing; Zephyren didn't want anything associated with his blood relatives, so Caliose brought up the name of one of her favourite people: Kurisu. Zephyren has no idea where that came from; perhaps Caliose's "friend"? She was talking about gates and... steins? Is that the short form for Frankenstein? It couldn't be from pop culture; Caliose never had access to books and television, and Zephyren doesn't know much about Japanese culture besides spending most of his childhood watching Doraemon. Either way, combining the anglicized version of Kurisu with Sanguine (Zephyren really likes the colour red) gave them Sangris.

He's not sure if Caliose has ever clocked the implications behind sharing the same last name, but then again, he's sure plenty of non-blood-related people around here also have his old surname. This is just for convenience's sake, he tells himself.

(Author's Note: I have no idea how Chinese and Japanese works, apparently someone on Quora had this name though)

Koriol Celestheryne:

Some guy Zephyren met in university, but at this point all he knows is that Koriol is often a little too close to Caliose, as he hangs around the two of them all the time. There have been rumours that Koriol was a playboy, "the ultimate heartbreaker", and it really doesn't help Zephyren quell any worries that hang over his head. He tries to tell himself that Caliose has the right to choose, and she might not even return Koriol's feelings knowing she likes someone far away, but he's still mildly concerned that Koriol might try something like a love potion. Is that rational? It's probably rational. People do voodoo shit all the time. Zephyren just tries to ignore him. This rich pretty-boy can't just force everything to go his way, and Zephyren will make sure of that, for the sake of whomever Caliose loves. 

Hezalea Solitreault (Hezalea Huang):

She first introduced herself with the surname "Huang", which was unsurprising because that's one of the most common surnames in China. Until she wrote it out, that is. She doesn't have a Chinese name, nor can she speak or write it, but she can write the word 皇, which is a very rare surname from the three emperors of ancient China. Even stranger is the fact that that's Zephyren's old surname. He sometimes interacts with her through pure curiosity, because it feels like she's putting up this name for show, almost as a challenge of some sort. While he doesn't know the full reason behind it, she does usually go by Solitreault instead, which was her mother's maiden name.

Since when did Zephyren have such a strong fixation on names? It's more like he's frustrated that he hasn't been able to escape his past. It just keeps popping up in the most innocuous places, namely SFU. He came to university to learn, not to collect more emotional baggage. He does feel a twinge of familiarity whenever he sees Hezalea though. Maybe it's her eyes. They remind him of his mom's husband. With the way Hezalea glares at people, Zephyren recognizes the same sharp preciseness that drilled into his soul when the man found out Zephyren wasn't really his son.

Zephyren had friends. They would play ball together after school, and he could still find school photos of all of them nowadays. It doesn't really hurt to look, it's all in the past and it's there to remind him that he could have friends if he tried. He could still trust people again, if he wasn't so wary of them moving on. If he saw a point in maintaining relationships. If he still believed that just because people had friends, didn't mean they were trying to conform.

He actually had a pretty normal childhood - as normal as one could get in Hong Kong, at least. He's pretty sure some of his uncles were involved in gang activity while another (on the same side of the family) worked for law enforcement, but he thinks it's typical of such a large family to have a wider variety of people. Sometimes he'd come home from school and smell the stench of tobacco in the living room, and sometimes he'd come home and no one would be there at all. He was fine with both as a change of scenery in the rapids of day-to-day life. It came to a point where he'd be the one fixing things around the house while everyone else was out... "working". Even back then he had doubts on what they were actually doing, but he knew better than to question the elders. Just stay complacent and get good grades, that was his role as the oldest (and only) son in the family. 

At least, that's what he was told.

He had a male cousin slightly older than him, just that no one batted an eye at that guy's presence or absence. 

He also heard rumours of a daughter that his father had out of wedlock. Shortly after that, he and Zephyren's mother had gotten married because she was pregnant. All of it was very confusing, and he doubts he's even blood-related to his theoretical sister, so he doesn't think much of it nowadays. What are the chances of seeing her and recognizing their relations, anyway?

Speaking of which, the tightly knit circles meant word traveled fast among mutuals, especially within the extended family. People loved to gossip. Zephyren didn't stand a chance when people found out he was an illegitimate child. And who was he, if not his father's son? He didn't even deserve his father's name. He didn't want it anyway. At least people only found out by the time he was nearly done with highschool. All he had to do was study for the DSE's, rumours and broken friendships be damned. He's sure (he tells himself) that some of his friends probably didn't want things to end this way, but if all they're going to do is look at him with pity, he'd rather walk away from them all. 

In the end he got a score high enough to go to HKU, but he found that he was suffocating here. 

And it wasn't because of air quality.

Caliose was his first love, and at some point he wanted it to be his last. But the world is cruel this way, because the longer he holds on, the more obstacles are thrown his way. He knew early on that Caliose would never like him back - she clearly had the hots for someone she's known for much longer, though he's never seen them. That was fine - Zephyren wouldn't ever force anyone to feel any way about him, but it does sting every now and then to know that he never stood a chance. He's pretty sure at some point Caliose knew about his feelings - she'd look at him almost apologetically and he hated it. At some point she stopped, as if she's forgotten. Sometimes she'd get too close too quickly and he'll jump back and he'll be left wondering if it meant anything at all. Then he'll berate himself for holding himself to such high standards. If Caliose was the one brushing against his hand, why should he feel the obligation to move away? And why did she look... hurt?

Besides that, there are plenty of sources behind Zephyren's emotional turmoil:

• Ever since the day they set off to Canada, Caliose has been acting... different.

Like a whole other person. Like a blank canvas, even, from the way she'd lack any emotional expression until he pointed it out. Then she got better at being herself again, as though Zephyren was the one teaching her. Did he mention that she claimed to have amnesia too? She did. She completely forgot many of the things they did together, and that hurt. Sometimes he wonders if he only still likes her because she's Caliose and she saved him and they've known each other for such a long time and it's the status quo and what idiot would try to change that? 

• Koriol just won't leave them alone.

Zephyren is completely fine with having his own life separate from Caliose's. He specifically requested not to live with her. He wasn't interested in barging into her friend circles. They've got vastly different schedules. But when even that little bit of time they do spend together is interrupted by some blonde dude who's been rumoured to lead girls on left and right? Zephyren sees the appeal. And that's why he would feel icky just seeing Koriol hang out with any girl around here. Maybe it's a cultural difference. ...Actually, no, he's seen people like this back in HK.

• Hezalea is a strange can of worms.

Zephyren distinctly remembers something strange about her first introduction. Only after the contract did he remember that she didn't call herself "Huang", she used "Wong", which further narrows down the list of people named 皇. This is predominantly a Mandarin name, so why would she use the Cantonese pronounciation? She didn't even know these were different dialects, but she was insistent on her usage.
Maybe he's just being paranoid but everything is pointing to her being his stepsister. Besides that, he knows why he recognizes her. Her resemblance to his father is still unconfirmed, but he could never mistake the face that Caliose always used to draw. It was the most beautiful out of everything she's created, and Zephyren wishes he could make something out of his feelings too. It saddens him that she had stopped drawing the person she loved when they came to Canada (part of him suspects she's forgotten that too) and he thinks that, if these two could meet each other again, their feelings might just spark up once more. Does he want that? Well, if it makes Caliose happy...

• A big reason why Caliose keeps him around is to fuel her intense hero complex.

It's not that he lacks a reason to be friends with her too - even if they could never be together he was content just being in her presence - but it also grinds his gears whenever he finds out she's done something stupid thinking she could be everyone's protagonist. He realizes that in these Contracts, she'd be the first to die. Zephyren doesn't have any way to warn her not to sign it (if anything the mere mention would entice her), so all he can do is hope.

Of course he knows this has become a very strong obsession. Of course he knows it's destroying himself from the inside out. But what is a phoenix, if not an entity that will burn itself to ashes?

Depending on someone.

Well, there's nothing inherently wrong with that. It's more so that he's been disappointed so many times that he doesn't want to repeat the cycle anymore. It's not just his parents; school projects with other people have almost always been painful because he'd be too antsy to leave anything to the last minute. 

In other words he's tired of the coldness that surrounds him each time he realizes he's become too dependent on someone who'd leave in a heartbeat. He hardly remembers the warmth from when they were present, but the frostbite remains in his decaying heart forever. Maybe that's why he constantly plays with fire; he can't control its destruction but it's guaranteed to bring him warmth, it's guaranteed to make him feel something, and he'll stave off the winter just a while longer. 

Maybe if he stopped caring, he won't feel anything anymore. But if he stopped caring, what if he won't feel anything anymore? He'd like to say that he didn't care about anything or anyone, and he'd love to say he couldn't feel at all. The stone-hard truth remains in the ashes: Zephyren wants to feel things. It's just too dangerous because he'll grow attached and it'll be ripped away from him time and time again. 

He'd do everything himself if he could.

If only he could.

Zephyren doesn't have a prized possession.

He left it all when he stepped out of his childhood home for the last time. Even his name. (What makes him, him, then? He doesn't know yet. He's not trying to find out yet.) The few belongings he has nowadays are all from his time post-HK, and he's ready to leave it behind the moment he has to. This has been his lifestyle and for all he knows, it's not changing anytime soon. He knows that even if he's able to keep something, it's just as easy for someone to take it away. 

If he had to choose the one thing he'd hesitate the most in giving up, it'd be the amber necklace Caliose gave him a few days before they left for Canada. It reminds him of peaceful times, a brief respite from the storm that rendered them adrift just a few days later. 

They didn't fall into the sea. He's just gotten swept up in whatever trouble Caliose had gotten into. It's not prevalent nowadays but it's certainly there as much as he'd like to ignore it. Besides, it's getting more difficult to pretend everything is just the same, the more Caliose's facade chips off. Back then she was reckless, but she strove for a genuine cause. Now? She's just as righteous, if not more, but she looks lost whenever that side of her comes out, like she's lost her direction.

Has she ever even had a direction?