Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual
Craft/Rank: Apprentice Weaver
Physique: About 5'5" in height, fairly slim.
Hair: Scruffy, longish and strawberry blonde.
Eyes: Cornflower blue.
Facial Features: Very large eyes and long lashes. It makes him look very much like a girl.
Complexion: Almost too pale.
Identifying marks/scars: N/A
Personality: Very friendly, over exuberant but gets flustered and confused easily.
Clothing: Has a habit of wearing cut off pants whenever he can, being used to a warm Istan climate. He has never really experienced a cold climate before.
Accessories: Beads and colored thread are braided through longer strands of his hair. Rather a family tradition.
Birthplace: Small weavers Hold on Ista's coast.
Family: Mother/Weaver Jami, Father/Trader Ronil, Older sister/Weaver Romi, Older brother/Trader Joil
History: Tace grew up in a Hold full of women. His father and most of the other men were all traders and only returned for the winter. Tace always looked more like a girl than a boy, and the other boys of the Hold never wanted anything to do with him. He was relegated to playing with the girls and watching the women at work.
Determined not to let that stop him, he took up embroidery with his mother and the other ladies in her `group.' This of course made the other boys and most of the girls, make even a bigger deal of him. Tace had very few friends but the ladies of the Hold loved him. He was never bullied if one of the women could see or hear, and he always got the best of everything the Hold had to offer their children. Once Tace got over the fact that embroidery and most weaving, was a `girls' craft, he learned to truly enjoy it and became
quite good at the simpler things.
On the winter of his 10th turn, Tace's father came home with Joil. Ronil was furious that his son was learning weaving, let alone embroidery, especially since he all ready looked too much like a girl for his taste. He dragged the boy into harsh lessons on exactly how a trader was to behave and act. It so turned out though that Tace couldn't lie to a bunch of wherries and only got flustered and embarrassed when he tried to sell anyone anything. Ronil and Joil left in the spring and Ronil barely said two words to Tace for every other winter he returned.
Tace decided that if he couldn't be a trader, being a weaver was nowhere near as bad as he had previously thought. He joined the classes with the other girls and quickly advanced to the same level of the girls his age. He was given his apprentice knot when he was 12. His mother also started braiding beads and colored thread into his hair like the women in her group did.
~Dragon~
Preferred Color: Unsure
Preferred Name: Depending on the color, Ekaeiarioneth or Laentarth