Dark bronze highlights the disarray of hair upon his scalp, muted by muddy hues. Perhaps it's the style, but bedraggled locks portray the 'I just
rolled out of bed' look, hardly ever kept tame with a simple combing. Beneath evenly arched brows rest a pair of cobalt eyes, enhanced by the
dark lashes cursed with length. It's always the boys. Angular planes shape his facial features whereas thin lips almost always curve into something
of an expression. Growth spurts have finally contributed something called height to his smaller frame, leaving him roughly the size of your average
teenaged /female/. Grar. It's better than nothing, anyway.
Garb is nothing special. Given the climate he's accustomed to, a sleeveless tunic is all that is donned upon his torso, whereas trousers, light and
durable, are belted beneath it, trailing down his legs to a pair of sandals donned upon his feet. Around his forehead is a folded 'kerchief, shaped
into a sweatband and tied together at the back of his head. Laeri wears Laeri's Listening Tube around his neck.
Oh look, it's a white knot. That can only mean one thing, right?
He is a teenager of about 18.
Name: Laeri
Title: Healer Junior Apprentice (IW Candidate)
IC Age: 18 Turns, 9 months, and 3 days
Gender: Male
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/ht_laeri/
So here's Laer. There is no I, according to him 'cause it's disowned or something. Who knows why. But anyway, he's originally from Boll, but
ventured up to Ista a couple turns back and joined the Healers. Brothers and sisters are plentiful -- two being quite known to the Weyr. Ask,
and he may tell.
Other than that, he's often one to just keep to himself in unfamiliar surroundings, and may be the type to claim he prefers doing things alone,
if only to spare the task of socialization. Really, he's just shy but defensive when approached. Something like that.