[Candidate/Journeyman Weaver] Faral

[Shrimp]

Name
Faral
Age
Nineteen Turns [19]
Gender
Male
Rank
Journeyman Weaver | Candidate
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Appearance

Faral
Hair: Auburn/brown.
Eyes: Light brown.
Height: Five feet & eleven inches.

Standing at 5'11" and weight fluctuating around 145-155 pounds he is truly a well formed male. Not overly large in stature, but no shrimp among his peers either, it is safe to say this male isn't so easily lost from sight. Apart from that, his reddish brown hair manages to catch the attention of almost all people among the place. Fitting amber eyes are on his lightly tanned face, matching perfectly with his auburn strands. With face factions that are delicate seeming, though not overly girly, one thing is clear: this boy tends to charm many women's hearts.

He's often found in simple and comfortable clothes, though the male knows how to dress to impress when needed. With an affinity for weaving, much like his father, he was thought since young -- and often makes his own clothing. Not overly picky when it comes to coloring he can be found with almost any hue found in the rainbow -- though pink is extremely rare. A wher-hide string with a metal plate attached is always around his neck -- containing a dragon figure made by his great-great-great Blacksmith grandfather -- who long since passed on.

He does show a liking for red shades and grayed hues.

Personality

Calm, cool and collected.

It is rare for anyone to make his temper snap. A boy known around the Weaving Craft for his curiosity and will to learn, as well for his skilled fingers, he was a favorite among the hall since small. His looks always got him pampers and praises from the woman there, while he was often found with his father -- learning his craft. With weaving he learned to be delicate, patient and also developed an eye for details. Quite creative, he'll often combine a few things into his attires that not many others would originally think about -- like wherry feathers to the collar of his wher-hide jacket.

A protective and responsible lad, he always keeps a watchful eye on his youngest sibling -- while also being sure to keep his little Mirage content and at the best of her health. The grass flitter can often be found with him, and he makes good use of the random wild objects she might bring him. Whenever mentally blocked, he can cound on his little darling to spark some inspiration into his mind. Still, though his patience fuse is long, this lad has his times when he snaps -- and when he does hell breaks loose. Though he would never hit a member of the opposite sex, he has no qualms of punching the face of another male -- especially if they are being unnatural jerks. His ability to get into fights when young earned him a handful and more of scoldings, though over the years the male has learned to control his fiery temper.

History

Born in the Weaving Craft Hall to a Master Weaver and his wife, he has always been spoiled with the best of clothing and other items formed in the halls. However, even with this pleasure, his father was sure not to over-indulge his first born son, and as soon as the boy showed interest in threads and clothing he started teaching him his crafts. When young he often got into fights with some of the children from other weavers -- even more when his sister was born -- and countless of times did Faeriol lost his temper with the boy. Still, he soon outgrew this stage of life, and weaving brought the boy a source of patience training nothing else could have ever offered him.

Other than that, most of his life was pretty normal. On the fifteen turn of his existence his father presented him with a small oval item, the boy thinking it to be a well polished rock. He had placed it away, close to a warm candle on his desk, and woke in the middle of the night to chirps and creels coming from his shirt. Mirage had hatched and immediately flown to him, demanding to be fed as she impressed the half-awake lad. Ever since she has been his most faithful companion and his treasured love, besides his sister of course. Two turns after he was searched, but failed to impress. Still, he decided to remain in the Weyr, continuing to fail each hatching and making garnets for the residents -- for a price. Now another clutch waits for hatching day, and he hopes for another chance of impression. Along with this, he has found out his sister was searched, much to his delight, and is glad to have some kin around the Weyr.

Pets
Green Mirage - Four turns
Color Code: 008000

Description: A nice and dark grassy green with lighter hue undertones, Mirage is a really pretty sight to hold -- or so her Keeper believes. Her wing membranes are a very pale shade of green, almost translucent. Excruciatingly small, even though she is full grown, Mirage is small in all standards -- even for a Green -- and considered a runt. Very sleek and agile, she is made for speed and tight turns, though her endurance is almost none existing.

Personality: A little darling she is, lovable and caring to anything and all. Friendly and vocal, it is rare for her to be silent and still. Often she is with her Keeper, though when not perched in his shoulders or around his neck, Mirage is out in beaches or mountains, collecting interesting items to bring back. Often she brings feathers, shells or pieces of fur stuck to branches -- and excellent source of her Keeper's creativity.

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Preference
Brown -- Blue -- Bronze
Faral is good at controlling his emotions and is caring, much like Browns, and maybe Blues. Also, some Bronzes hold that daredevil attitude and that spark of curiosity Faral also possesses, thus I think they wold be a good match for him. But, anything will be alright. Impress and surprise me. He's open for anything, really. :3

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