Without mistakes, how would we know what to work on?
Description: Golden blond hair falls in a loose, wavy bob to frame the friendly face of this soft-featured young man, only the occasional freckle marking the fair cream of his skin. His amber eyes are warm and welcoming under the curled wisp of his bangs, and the subtle pink of his lips often rests in a carefree smile. With a delicate build shaped by only a scarce trace of muscle, his slight figure moves with an easy grace, confidence natural in his stride.
(A healthy tan adds depth to the color of his skin, sparse freckles showing themselves a few shades darker from the sun. He carries the scent of ocean salts.)
Personality: Aeretheo greets the world with gentle optimism and an innocent curiosity, easing his way through life with a welcoming smile at his lips. With an inquisitive, mildly oblivious nature, he is fond of thoughtful company and deeper conversation, on a continuous journey for inspiration. With unhurried confidence, his humble, soft spoken nature finds its strength in his convictions. He is the first to step forward to the right a perceived wrong, doing so with dignity rather than venom.
Background: Aeretheo has always been a dreamer. Curious, in his own quiet way, of every-thing and every-one. Born to a master of the restorational arts, his first breaths were in the founding days of Lorawin, such tragedies as the Mortal Strife, the Eradication Wars, and the Third Migration seemingly long behind him. With all three of his elder siblings lost in the exodus before his death, his parents fully devoted themselves to his growth. He found himself apprenticed to his father from a young age, and though he showed some struggle to compare to his father's mastery of life energies, his sharp mind proved up to the task of making ends meet where his magical prowess could not. Over the course of his learning he came to have a sincere love for mercy and life, his adoration carrying into his hobbies as he sketched out detailed imagery of restored patients, plant life, and the everyday bustle of Lorawin Harbor.
He was only just nearing adulthood when the crisis of the Blood God's Fury made itself known. Even so, he was a staunch supporter of the bold High Priest Tykalos, unabashed in voicing his agreement with those who wished to see Baridon cast from his throne. Though it came as a defeat when the Kinships band together to see the god appeased, he accepted the bonds of mortality with grace, turning his eyes to the promise that they may see their strife lifted once again.
Now of age to make more substantial contributions to his House, his attention has turned toward developing his skills as an artist, though he rarely seems to find the time to do so as his responsibilities as a healer take priority.