Family:
          Mother:Unknown (Deceased)
          Father:Unknown (Deceased)
          Brother: None
          Sister: None
          Lifemate: None at this time
          Recognized: Has not done so yet
          Kits: None so far

    Description/Image:
Black hair frames this lean elf's face, kept out of his eyes with a dark green band over his forehead, the hair swept back and caught up in a loose braid, stopping halfway down his back. A youthful kit of 15 turns, Falorn's brown eyes already show the mark of a hunter-to-be, always paying attention to little details. His nose is narrow, fitting with the rest of him, and it leads down to a pair of thin lips, usually sculpted into a kit's smile. His pointed ears rise up to each side of his head, only covered by a few stray strands of hair, and his skin shows off a deep golden tan. He stands about 3'8" in height.
This elf is dressed very appropriately for life in the normally hot, sweltering jungle climate, wearing a simple one-piece outfit. It is a sleeveless bit of clothing, made of a thin but sturdy material dyed the same as his headband, and it loosely covers his front and back, stopping midway down his thighs, ending in a ragged cut. His bare arms and legs show developing strength, and his feet are covered by plain tan ankle-length booties, their main purpose to protect him from stepping on something which might cause him pain. A pair of dark wrappings cover his wrists, stopping halfway up his forearms, and the rest of his skin is tanned to match his face.






    Background:
Falorn is one of the young kits of the Catelf tribe, and an only child. As he's grown, he's always just..been there, more seen and not heard. Of course it's not to say he's shy, because the young one almost always enjoys a good game with his agemates. But, it's been apparent he also likes to just go off and sit by himself, quietly, as if he prefers the silence over the activity of the more crowded areas of the jungles.
Both of his parents were hunters, and when they were around, they had the chance to teach Falorn the ways of the hunt, of which he continues to learn and get better in. He's gained experience with the spear, and has used blowdarts on occasion, but teachings in the use of catclaws have not yet begun. No doubt he'll grow to become as good a hunter as his parents, if all goes well.
Unfortunately, there will be no more teaching coming from his parents, for both have been missing for longer than the normal time either have ever been gone for. The belief is that they met a bad fate and won't be returning, ever. Falorn has a nagging feeling that they're gone for good, but he doesn't want to believe it. After bouncing around the tribe long enough, it may be time for someone else to look after and care for him, to give him direction again. He's 15 turns old.









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