"Where do you run?
Are you real?
Are you real?
Can I trust who you say that you are?
And who I am now
(And who am I now?)"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire both
NAME: C'loud
GENDER: Cis male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Aro/Ace
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2743
AGE: 27 as of Late Spring 2770
LOCATION: Semaca
OCCUPATION: Greenrider
WING: Minuet Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'9", lean
PLAY-BY: Cloud Strife (Advent Children)
FULL APPEARANCE:
A pretty boy in denial. C'loud has a gorgeous face and blue eyes that border on improbable. His hair is always a short, bedhead mess that he never seems to be able to do anything with no matter how he tries. His left arm is scarred by threadfall, and he usually keeps it covered out of some misguided sense of embarrassment. He prefers dark clothing, usually some knitted sweaters and long pants. It is not unusual to find him wearing gloves, something he just does out of habit.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
On a good day, C'loud is doing his best. He can smile and actually be a person. Happy, even. And sometimes he can actually brag, posture like someone he used to know. He can do that. And sometimes he is an arrogant prick, not always knowing when to just tell people to shut up and leave him alone. Sometimes. It is much easier to pretend that he is anything except who he is.
Who he is is a lost, depressed young man who isn't really sure who or what he is supposed to be. Moenbryth helps, she always does, but C'loud feels like an eternal outsider. Even to his own life. He feels like he is constantly searching for an identity, and he cycles through nightmares and stability. He doesn't know what to do with himself, or who he is, and maybe he'll figure it out one day.
HISTORY
FAMILY: N/A
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY:
Born to a stable brownrider in an unstable time, Cealoud was quickly shunted to the creche without much care. He was an awkward child, always trying to just determine when to smile and when to not. He was never terribly good at reading people, and often followed the examples of others until he found his place in the world, which he never really did.
Following a black-haired boy through most of his childhood in the Reaches, aware that he had to shoot as high as he could to get anywhere, Cealoud became a candidate as soon as he could. Though he never truly wanted for status, he knew that the way to just be someone good (as his friend, or his idol, truly believed), was to get a dragon, and he had his heart set on the biggest, shiniest bronze he could find.
At 17, however, that changed when a big, bossy green bounded across the sands to him.
And... he couldn't be upset. He couldn't even think to be upset. Moenbryth was everything, and for the first time he felt like he was actually anchored in the world. That he knew who he was, and had some sort of purpose.
Unfortunately, he was still at High Reaches, and the world was not kind to greenriders. C'loud put in a transfer request to Telgar as soon as he could, fleeing the moment they could graduate. It was strange, to go from one world to the next, and it did little to really quell the feeling of being lost that he seemed to always carry with him. Maybe he truly was someone without an identity, though Moenbryth always insisted he was wrong.
When Semaca was established, and the flooding had them call for aid, C'loud put in for another transfer. Maybe the north was just not a place for him, and some part of him wanted to wander, to see the world, and to find somewhere that he could just figure out himself.
