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Name: Takali Softstep
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Hair Color/Style: His hair is a muddy brown with a vague auburny glint (in just the right light, of course!) and raggedly cut, tending to stay very short and close to his neck and head. It is rather unruly and often times sticks straight up in the back especially, as though he is perpetually surprised.
Eye Color: A sort of coppery chestnut color
Skin Tone/Pattern: He's the brown-black of deep forest soil all over, making his eyes stand out quite strikingly. He has a dust of reddish freckles across the bridge of his nose.
Other Physical Details: A shallow pale scar meanders along the inside length of his left calf, and the bridge of his nose is bent, indicating a break. With large awkward hands and a height that surpasses that of most male Serra, he's something of a sight to behold. He hasn't an ounce of filling to him, the scrawny thing.
Occupation (if any): Apprentice healer for the kyrider caverns (? or hopeful apprentice healer, if apprentice doesn't sit right)
Skills: He's passable at identifying various types of plants, and has a rudimentary knowledge of medicinal uses for some of the basic ones. He can gather plant matter like nobody's business, and rolls a mean bandage as well. His supreme skills include the use of pestles, cleaning medical implements, bandaging light wounds, and sweeping!
Personality: The child of two Kyriders, Takali grew up in the caverns and has developed a bit of a know-it-all attitude regarding kyriders, kyrka, and other things. Though he's a nice enough fellow, he can be a bit condescending when one is first getting to know him. Any subject he has even a passing brush with is one he will not hesitate to educate anyone on. However, he usually calms down once the initial rush to impress someone has gone by. The sort to be destructive when bored, he loves a good prank, and also just picking things apart for the simple reason of picking them apart.
Also very competitive, he enjoys being the best at everything he tries his hand at. He loves praise, being singled out, and being recognized by those in a position of power. Ambitious, Takali wants to leave his mark on the world in some way, and be beloved by all as is his right. He has a huge soft spot for tenkis, and a penchant for being late to just about everything, as he enjoys sleeping in.
Brief History (optional):
The child of two kyriders, Takali grew up with big dreams of following in his parents footsteps and becoming a mighty and important kyrider. Raised primarily by his father and whoever could catch him to give him a scolding, he idolized his mother. She was one of the kyriders sent out on long-range missions to seek things out and set them right. She was a warrior, and he wanted nothing more than to snag a kyrka of his own and fly out on a mission at her side. She was also, unfortunately, rather aloof and distant, seemingly exasperated by the fact that she had produced a son. It didn't matter to Takali, he'd hunger for the brief stints of time that she was prowling the caverns. He'd hover nearby, wrapped in a warm glow of hero-worship as he bragged to anyone within earshot that yes, Joello Softstep was his blood.
He'd watch as she took to her kyrka, a fierce slate-colored male named Qatosh, and disappear for weeks on end. His father was a different sort altogether. A flying instructor named Rogor, his father's life was fairly tame compared with that of the woman he'd crossed paths with long enough to produce a son. Rogor's happiness lay in teaching, for he adored children and was quite a gifted teacher. His kyrka, a soft cream and golden female named Mui, was as opposite his former mate's as day was from dark, and despite the embarrassment Rogor caused Takali on a regular basis, the boy loved Mui and would spend hours preening the kyrka's neck feathers.
When Takali was ten, his mother, along with a group of kyriders, left on a mission to supply aid (and potential muscle) to villagers engaging in tentative negotiations with frostmauls. No one from the group sent out returned. This devastated Takali, who lapsed into a period of mourning. To compound this sadness, Rogor and Mui were called away to duty themselves, as the ranks of kyriders were thinning considerably. Left to his own devices, Takali got up to all sorts of mischief, constantly trying to prove himself better than the other youngsters his age. On one memorable occasion, he smarted off to a very large older boy and got himself punched for his trouble. When trying to steal a tenki egg from a vigilant mother, his leg was quite handily sliced open by the angry creature. And so he capered through his youth, swaggering about and making mischief and annoyance wherever he happened to light his fancy.
After an unsuccessful prank on the healers of the kyrider caverns, his penance was to sort and assist with delivering medicines and ointments for an undetermined length of time. Surprisingly, he found he enjoyed the work of patching up serra and learning about how kyrka anatomy worked, when he wasn't sweeping floors or pulling leaves off of plants, of course. In his head, he had brewed up a fantasy of spending time learning as a healer, and then becoming a fierce warrior like his mother once the magnificent kyrka he had bonded was old enough to take to the skies. Currently grounded, the whispers of a new batch of kyrka thrill him to no end.
Pets:
Rii is Takali's tenki, and she's a little....different. About 16 inches tall, she is an amethyst sort of purple all over her body, with a white underbelly that blushes up along the sides. Her hide is strikingly splashed with zigs and zags of a bright emerald green, turned to specklings of green on her head. Rii's got a tail that has a few kinks in it, and she's not above chasing the bulb at the end if she catches it out of the corner of her eye. Takali acquired her when he came upon a nest of freshly hatched tenkis all setting upon one unfortunate little clutchmate.
With not a whit of attention span for anything, and a propensity for forgetting not only where she is or what she's doing, Rii can be a bit of a handful, but Takali loves her dearly. So named because it is her favorite sound to make, at the top of her lungs, Rii thoroughly enjoys sleeping on people's faces and the taste of grass.";
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Hair Color/Style: His hair is a muddy brown with a vague auburny glint (in just the right light, of course!) and raggedly cut, tending to stay very short and close to his neck and head. It is rather unruly and often times sticks straight up in the back especially, as though he is perpetually surprised.
Eye Color: A sort of coppery chestnut color
Skin Tone/Pattern: He's the brown-black of deep forest soil all over, making his eyes stand out quite strikingly. He has a dust of reddish freckles across the bridge of his nose.
Other Physical Details: A shallow pale scar meanders along the inside length of his left calf, and the bridge of his nose is bent, indicating a break. With large awkward hands and a height that surpasses that of most male Serra, he's something of a sight to behold. He hasn't an ounce of filling to him, the scrawny thing.
Occupation (if any): Apprentice healer for the kyrider caverns (? or hopeful apprentice healer, if apprentice doesn't sit right)
Skills: He's passable at identifying various types of plants, and has a rudimentary knowledge of medicinal uses for some of the basic ones. He can gather plant matter like nobody's business, and rolls a mean bandage as well. His supreme skills include the use of pestles, cleaning medical implements, bandaging light wounds, and sweeping!
Personality: The child of two Kyriders, Takali grew up in the caverns and has developed a bit of a know-it-all attitude regarding kyriders, kyrka, and other things. Though he's a nice enough fellow, he can be a bit condescending when one is first getting to know him. Any subject he has even a passing brush with is one he will not hesitate to educate anyone on. However, he usually calms down once the initial rush to impress someone has gone by. The sort to be destructive when bored, he loves a good prank, and also just picking things apart for the simple reason of picking them apart.
Also very competitive, he enjoys being the best at everything he tries his hand at. He loves praise, being singled out, and being recognized by those in a position of power. Ambitious, Takali wants to leave his mark on the world in some way, and be beloved by all as is his right. He has a huge soft spot for tenkis, and a penchant for being late to just about everything, as he enjoys sleeping in.
Brief History (optional):
The child of two kyriders, Takali grew up with big dreams of following in his parents footsteps and becoming a mighty and important kyrider. Raised primarily by his father and whoever could catch him to give him a scolding, he idolized his mother. She was one of the kyriders sent out on long-range missions to seek things out and set them right. She was a warrior, and he wanted nothing more than to snag a kyrka of his own and fly out on a mission at her side. She was also, unfortunately, rather aloof and distant, seemingly exasperated by the fact that she had produced a son. It didn't matter to Takali, he'd hunger for the brief stints of time that she was prowling the caverns. He'd hover nearby, wrapped in a warm glow of hero-worship as he bragged to anyone within earshot that yes, Joello Softstep was his blood.
He'd watch as she took to her kyrka, a fierce slate-colored male named Qatosh, and disappear for weeks on end. His father was a different sort altogether. A flying instructor named Rogor, his father's life was fairly tame compared with that of the woman he'd crossed paths with long enough to produce a son. Rogor's happiness lay in teaching, for he adored children and was quite a gifted teacher. His kyrka, a soft cream and golden female named Mui, was as opposite his former mate's as day was from dark, and despite the embarrassment Rogor caused Takali on a regular basis, the boy loved Mui and would spend hours preening the kyrka's neck feathers.
When Takali was ten, his mother, along with a group of kyriders, left on a mission to supply aid (and potential muscle) to villagers engaging in tentative negotiations with frostmauls. No one from the group sent out returned. This devastated Takali, who lapsed into a period of mourning. To compound this sadness, Rogor and Mui were called away to duty themselves, as the ranks of kyriders were thinning considerably. Left to his own devices, Takali got up to all sorts of mischief, constantly trying to prove himself better than the other youngsters his age. On one memorable occasion, he smarted off to a very large older boy and got himself punched for his trouble. When trying to steal a tenki egg from a vigilant mother, his leg was quite handily sliced open by the angry creature. And so he capered through his youth, swaggering about and making mischief and annoyance wherever he happened to light his fancy.
After an unsuccessful prank on the healers of the kyrider caverns, his penance was to sort and assist with delivering medicines and ointments for an undetermined length of time. Surprisingly, he found he enjoyed the work of patching up serra and learning about how kyrka anatomy worked, when he wasn't sweeping floors or pulling leaves off of plants, of course. In his head, he had brewed up a fantasy of spending time learning as a healer, and then becoming a fierce warrior like his mother once the magnificent kyrka he had bonded was old enough to take to the skies. Currently grounded, the whispers of a new batch of kyrka thrill him to no end.
Pets:
Rii is Takali's tenki, and she's a little....different. About 16 inches tall, she is an amethyst sort of purple all over her body, with a white underbelly that blushes up along the sides. Her hide is strikingly splashed with zigs and zags of a bright emerald green, turned to specklings of green on her head. Rii's got a tail that has a few kinks in it, and she's not above chasing the bulb at the end if she catches it out of the corner of her eye. Takali acquired her when he came upon a nest of freshly hatched tenkis all setting upon one unfortunate little clutchmate.
With not a whit of attention span for anything, and a propensity for forgetting not only where she is or what she's doing, Rii can be a bit of a handful, but Takali loves her dearly. So named because it is her favorite sound to make, at the top of her lungs, Rii thoroughly enjoys sleeping on people's faces and the taste of grass.";
Super-duper accepted! Takali would probably also work with Kirrylu on a semi-regular basis, since Kirrylu also does healer-y things, though with a slightly different focus.
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