Wyl "Flamemoon" Cheevy, Shar Sei'cair [Young]

Before you stands a teenager of aproximately fifteen summers. His shaggy black hair is mainly combed back, but his stragily bangs fall over his forehead and into his eyes, that seem like they are a golden yellow color, if looked at carefully. Some smudges of dirt are upon his cheeks and his clothes. He is dressed in doeskin breeches, buckskin boots, and a soft grey cotton shirt, with a leather vest, usually hanging open. Around his left wrist is a band made of braided leather. At his waist is a boarhide sheath containing a dagger with a carved horn handle on the left side of a leather belt with quite a few pouches. Also attached to his belt, is a silver flask, engraved with with designs of panthers. On his back, is a small traveling pack, and also an Aiel Stabbing Spear.

*Evening twilight at a forest clearing, a cool breeze blows past a young wolf resting on the ground. Firelight flickers across his face and is reflected in his eyes as he peers through a crackling campfire towards the newly-risen full moon and sings out his greetings. * *Flamemoon*