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Identification
Name: Aran Naeva
Pet Names: Called Ari by Nissa and later by Fabala as well.
Birthday: April 24
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Quadling
Religion: Pagan
Social Status: Originally below working class, however, now that he lives with Fabala, he’s part of the Arijiki upper class.

Physical Traits
Hair: His hair is a very dirty blonde and falls into his eyes in spiky bangs. His hair goes slightly past his ears.
Eyes: Deep brown
Complexion: His skin is leathery and tan from his work outside.
Build: Aran’s figure belies his hard life previous to being saved by the Scarecrow. He’s very lithe and although he’s tall, he’s very thin, even though he eats enough for six people at times.
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 135 lbs.
Quirks: Aran has a long scar going from his hairline to his jaw on the left side of his face.
Clothing: Aran likes wearing loose-fitting button-up shirts and tight pants, making him look very much like a poet, or Westley, depending on who you ask. The shirts are usually long; going done to near his knees, because he doesn’t feel very comfortable in public is the clothes the Arjiki’s give him.

Mental Traits
Personality: Aran is a very quiet person by nature. He’s very gittery and he isn’t used to being someone’s equal. The scar on his face is from a blow given to him by a Gale Forcer trying to take him from home to the Glikkus. Because of that scar and what it stands for to him, Aran doesn’t trust many Gillikinese. He’s very loyal to his friends, especially Fabala, and he’s usually a peace-keeper between Fabala and Nissa, usually tagging behind them with a book to read while the girls talk and fight. He has a crush on Fabala, but doesn’t want to tell her, fearing that she sees him as a brother than a possible boyfriend.
Idiosyncrasies: He stutters when he’s uncomfortable, and he usually holds conversations with himself when he’s nervous.
Talents: Aran is very good at listening when people don’t think he is.
Likes: Fabala, watching the sun rise and set, listening to Fabala sing – though that’s a rare occasion, reading, apples
Dislikes: Gillikinese, mushrooms, The Gale Force, emeralds, rubies
Strengths: Aran is very good at taking care of others and has a natural gift of healing. He’s also very good at observing things
Weaknesses: He’s very shy and nervous around people he has never met, especially other Quadlings.
Failures: That he can’t remember his past and that he didn’t fight the Gale Force
Achievements: Helping Fabala to get better after she fell ill seven years ago.
Hobbies: Reading, being with Fabala, playing a game with Fabala where they watch people and guess what’s behind the peoples’ facades.

Outer Identification
Family: Aran cannot remember his Quadling family due to the rather hard hit to the head he received by the Gale Force. He was taken in by the Scarecrow, and lives with Fabala, his foster sister, along with her Mother who he’s only met once.
Hometown: Kiamo Ko
History: Aran was born into, from what he can remember, a small Quadling family in Ovvels. His family didn’t mine rubies because his mother was too sick and he had to take care of her.
His father died when he was ten, and that was the year the Gale Force came looking for Quadlings to mine emeralds and took him away. He fought them as well he could, but they hit him in the head with a bayonet, and he became pretty lucid after that. The Gale Force took a route that would take them through the Vinkus so that they wouldn’t have to stop at the City, and they were stopped by a small boy running out in front of them. From what Aran can remember, the captain of the guards had words with the boy and tried to take the boy with them. Aran heard begging, then two shots fired, and that’s when the Scarecrow came with a group of Yunamata, forcing the Gale Force out of the Vinkus.
They left Aran alone with the body of a young, off-colored boy. Aran couldn’t see the second person that had been there, but saw the trail of blood. A young Yunamata male picked up the little boy’s body, showing it to a drawn Scarecrow. The Scarecrow told them to take the body to Kiamo Ko, and take Aran with them, then he set off, following the blood.
Aran was brought to Kiamo Ko where he was cleaned up and his almost perfectly healed head was examined. He was given his own room and was nearly forgotten about until later that day, when he was taken to the High Tower, where a girl was, surrounded by the Scarecrow, a woman dressed from head to foot in black, and a maid. They asked him if he could look after her, and told him if he did they would allow him to stay in the Vinkus. He obliged and tended to the girl night and day, learning bits and pieces about her from the Scarecrow who would help occasionally. Her name was Fabala and she was the daughter of the Renegade who had succeeded the Vinkus from Oz. Her brother had been the boy the Gale Force had killed. The Scarecrow didn’t talk much about the girl’s parents, but said they were very worried about her.
Four days past, and finally the girl awoke. Aran stayed with her until she was well enough to walk. They quickly established a close bond and friendship. Aran had already been enamored by the girl’s beauty that she herself denied she had, but when they started talking, he fell more in love with her sense of wit and the way she could pick up on what he was feeling instantly. They have been friends ever since.

Inspirations
Character Image Song: Pieces – Doc Powell
Image Quote: “You cannot see what I see because you see what you see. You cannot know what I know because you know what you know. What I see and what I know cannot be added to what you se and what you know because they are not of the same kind. Neither can it replace what you see and what you know, because that would be to replace you yourself.” – Douglas Adams

Writing Sample
He had packed the day before to go to Shiz, so he wasn’t about to get up at the crack of dawn to get ready. He thought he had time to sleep in and that he didn’t need to be dressed for at least another hour.
There was the sound of a body leaning against the door; a body that wanted it’s presence to be known to the Quadling. Then there was the rapping at the door. He buried his head under the pillow to make it go away, but it was accompanied by a voice. “Get up, Aran, before I decide to leave without you.”
“Evil Winkie.” He muttered, throwing the pillow he had previously burrowed under at the door. There wasn’t an answer, so he stretched, getting up. Aran looked around the small room he had in the castle, before picking up a pair of pants and a shirt. He dressed quickly, before starting the great search for his shoes. He found one near the door, while the other was far under his bed. Finally reaching it, he pulled them on. He picked up his bags, along with a small item on his bureau, and walked downstairs.
He saw the Scarecrow with Fabala. She was putting her bag on a carriage and Aran had to smile. The straw man was mysterious, but he was always looking after Fabala and Aran both.
Aran threw his bag, surprised that it landed on top of Fabala’s. She turned to look at him, and he smiled weakly. “Sorry, Fae.” He said, yawning. He noticed the wince, but she turned too fast. He shrugged to himself before climbing into the carriage after her.
“Be careful!” called the Scarecrow.
“We will be!” Fabala promised as she waved out the window of the carriage. Aran watched as she settled down next to him, closing her eyes. He sighed, biting his lip. He stared out the window for most of the journey, occasionally asking the driver where they were.
About five minutes away from Shiz, Fabala stirred. “Where are we?” She asked. He hadn’t expected her to be awake, and jumped at the sound of her voice.
“Oh…we’re in Gillikin.” He watched as the tree-line changed and a foreboding group of buildings came into view. Apparently, they weren’t taking the front entrance. “Shiz is coming into view, actually.” Fabala was quiet, so he thought about what to say. “We’ve been following the Vinkus River until it became the Gillikin River.” He pulled the small necklace he had taken out of his pocket, turning to her, nervous. “Faeba…Fabia…er…this should be easier.” He sighed, before taking a breath, showing her the necklace. She seemed shocked, but he couldn’t look at her face and especially not into her eyes, or else he wouldn’t be able to talk at all. “My...my mother made this. It’s the only thing I can remember – her making this necklace and using the only two emeralds she had. It was when I was five, and she told me to give it to the one person I…well, I can’t remember the exact words…but she told me to give it to someone I love…and, well…after everything you’ve done for me, Fae, you’re the closest thing I can remember to ever having a sister and a friend and this is the only way I can repay you…” She just looked at him, stunned. “Please, take it?” He begged. She touched the intricate flower design on the pointed hat pendant, before picking it up out of his hands. She clasped it around her neck and pulled her hair down, redoing her braid. He rolled his eyes to himself – if everything in the world went wrong, at least that braid would be perfect.
“Thank you, Aran. It means a lot to me.” She said quietly, hugging him. When she pulled away, he couldn’t catch his breath. She had hugged him! And it wasn’t all that friendly either, especially coming from Fabala! She looked out the window, realizing that the carriage had stopped. “Well, here we are.” She said. She almost sounded disappointed to him.
“Yes, here we are.” He repeated, not knowing what else to say. She slid out of the carriage and he did the same. They both grabbed for their bags in unison. She looked at him, and he smiled weakly, before stepping away from her. “Oz bless you, Faeba.” He said quietly.
“We’ll see each other in class, but Oz bless you as well, Aran.” She said, kissing his cheek in a friendly gesture. He touched his cheek as she walked to Crage Hall with determination. He heard a group of boys snickering behind him, and he flushed, trying desperately to imitate Fabala’s glare in the boys’ direction. It failed miserably and with his head low to hide his embarrassment, Aran made his way towards Briscoe Hall.