"A shooting star soaring across the sky just now
If I could find it, what would I wish for?"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Mori
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ORIENTATION: Soft-hearted asexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2753
AGE: 20 as of Early Summer 2773
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherling
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'10", Athletic
PLAY-BY: Lloyd Irving (Tales of Symphonia, Soul Calibur promo art used)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Mori is a young man who looks like he tries. His hair is always messy (but he tries), his clothes are as neatly kept as he can, and it isn't unusual to find soot on him or mud on his boots. He prefers to dress in red, mindful of his look when trying to make friends. He often forgets to take off the pair of smith's gloves that his father gave him before he left, not always realizing that normal people don't wear such things all the time. He tries his best to look good, but it doesn't always work out. He has rough, old scars on his left shoulder, from when he was young.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Mori is a kind young man at heart. He is friendly, if a little awkward at times, but he does try his best.
He knows the world isn't always a good place, but he does what he can to actually make it so. He doesn't really know if being a rider is right for him, but he knows the chance to try is really important to him and his father. He loves what little family he has, and writes home as often as he can. As his father was a renown smith in their cothold, Mori spent a lot of time learning, and though he has not formally apprenticed himself, he has a somewhat functional knowledge of smithing, intending to use that as his backup if he cannot or does not impress.
Mori does have a tendency to jump first and think second. Quick to act, quick to judge (often to his detriment), but not quick to forgive, he has an impulsive streak that has gotten him in trouble more than once. He does not always judge the entire situation before rushing in, which has caused fights before, and will again.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Moria (mother, deceased), Aeslr of Brown Aeslsk (father, smith)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: A small cothold near High Reaches Hold
HISTORY:
TW: death in the family
Mori was the pride and joy of his parents. A happy, bright eyed boy with endless curiosity but no sense to go with it, he spent many days following around his mother, and tugging the tail of the family's extraordinarily tolerant wher. Moria, his mother, would often tease Aeslsk that he was really Mori's babysitter, to which the wher would grunt and huff and pretend he was nothing of the sort.
It was when he was 6 that Mori learned the real fears and nightmares of the world.
He had been playing in the field, and wandered close to the river that passed near the cothold. Being young, and not aware of the dangers, he slipped on the bank and fell in.
Moria was close, not hesitating to jump into the river to save him. Not the strongest swimmer, Moria was able to get to him, as he was scraped upon the jagged stone. She was able to strand him on a shallow stone, trying to hold on until Aeslsk could wade out to them. She pushed her son onto the brown wher's back, telling him to hold on to the collar. By the time Aeslsk got back to shore, she was swept away by the rapids.
Mori's scars remained, and he fell into himself with blame and grief.
Aeslr tried his best to take care of him, to do everything he could. It was many months, even years of progress for him to break through. It was smithing, keeping Mori close to him every day, that brought the boy back out of his shell. The death was not his fault that the wind shifted, and Moria surely did not disparage him for it. Aeslr told him, every day, how much she loved the boy, and how proud she would be of him.
As his teenage years came, Mori grew more and more into his own. He helped his father with various projects, learning alongside him, growing into a confident young man.
At seventeen, Fi'cre of Blue Nesiteth had come on Search, and Mori had intended to just stay in. Aeslr had instead urged him to go out, and the rather grumpy blue had plans. Who was he to refuse?
Aeslr packed his son a bag of essentials, and a pair of his own smithing gloves, and saw him off. Mori had a new life ahead of him.
