Name:
Rahvin

Position:
Herald-trainee, Chosen of Mierin.

Age:
16.

Physical Description:
Medium height, shoulder-length dead-straight black hair (he usually wears it tied back in a ponytail except for about a third of it in the front which refuses to be pulled back). Very light blue eyes, very lean.

Personality/Attitude:
Somewhat of a cynic. He has an extremely quick temper. An extremely quick temper. He is rather withdrawn…actually…that's rather an understatement. He's agoraphobic. He starts getting extremely nervous around groups of more than four or five people. Things used to start flying around of their own accord when he's around more than about 12 people. He's got it under better control now, but he still doesn't much like people. He's always been rather confused as to why he was Chosen, since, as he puts it, he's rather an "unlikely candidate."

Brief History:
Rahvin's dad left him and his mom when he was about three. His mom was a seamstress. His dad (before he left) was kind of abusive towards his mom, as were most of his dad's friends. It was worst when they all showed up as a group, which probably is why Rahvin doesn't like crowds. His Gifts woke up when he was about twelve, when he and his mom moved to a bigger village. He was kind of freaked out by all the people, and things would start flying around if he was around groups as small as ten or twelve people.

Goals:
Ummmm…not sure, really. Be a good person? Be a good Herald? Things like that.

Gifts:
Fetching, and Mindspeech. Not very much Mindspeech. Only about enough to talk with Mierin.

Companion/Bondbird:
Mierin.

Your name:
Eleanor

Your Email/YahooID:
EleanorGB@aol.com