Name:
Alerin Vere (ah-lay-ren vear)

Position:
Healer Trainee

Age:
16

Physical Description:
Height: 6'1
Hair: Collarbone-length, white-blonde, usually worn in some sort of tail or wispy braid.
Eyes: A very clear, bright green with a thick fringe of lashes.
General Appearance: Alerin is a beautiful young man, the sort who almost looks as though he should have been a girl, and who was sometimes mistaken for one as a small child. A year ago, he wasn't particularly tall, but a sudden summer growth spurt left him a head above most. What saved him from being lanky are years of hard work, and leanly muscled, he fills out his height rather nicely. His features are well-defined, especially his sharp cheeks, and the female (and sometimes male) attention this gets him is most troubling to the youth.

Personality/Attitude:
Alerin doesn't have a violent bone in his body, and has an absurd love for all creatures, even the ugly and dangerous ones. The muscle he's acquired from work and weapons practice is deceiving, because he probably couldn't hit anyone outside of "play"/practice fighting unless his or someone else's life depended on it. He's also the sort that blushes easily and takes dirty jokes and flirtation badly. He like girls—and sometimes boys—well enough, but he isn't comfortable with that, and it couldn't be clearer that he's a virgin if he wore a special pin that pronounced it. He does, however, take a firm voice and hand with patients who insist on doing the opposite of what they should, and his bedside manner is excellent. He has to have a bit of iron in him somewhere—after all, one doesn't get his arm inside of a cow or a horse during a breech birth by asking nicely.  

Brief History:
Alerin was born on a farm about fifteen miles outside of Rosewood, near the Rethwellan boarder and the Pelagirs Forest. Consequently, sometimes strange creatures would wander into their farmlands, and stories of monsters fired his imagination as a child. Alerin simply went about his business, happy to play healer to all of their livestock and any wild animal that needed help. The latter was not always wise, but bites and scratches couldn't dissuade him. His parents thought he was daft, and wanted him to do something more normal with his time than nurse motherless baby hummingbirds and splint the legs of broken deer.

He always knew he had empathy, and in part, that was why he's never been comfortable around a lot of people. Animals have simpler emotions that never confuse him or make him feel sick, and when a traveling Healer came around and noticed his Gifts a year ago, he was sorry to leave them. He wanted to be an animal healer and farm, but he feels that it's his duty to use whatever Gifts he has to benefit Valdemar. It isn't that he's particularly patriotic, but he thinks he should help people if he can.

Goals:
To be a Healer, if he must.

Gifts:
Strong Healing, Empathy in abundance (to his chagrin).

Companion/Bondbird:
none

Your name:
Alicia

Your Email/YahooID:
pyskwynn@gmail.com/pyskwynn

Author's Comments:
I'm so mean to Alerin.