Description
The boy before you, most likely in constant motion as he normally is, is presumably around nineteen turns of age. He stands at a diminuitive 5' 4". The top of his head, which is most likely the first thing you see looking down at him, is covered in an unruly mop of thick, passion-red hair that he is constantly blowing out of his piercing green eyes that carry the glint of playful curiosity and mischevousness. His face bares several new, thin, long scars down his left cheek. Chaton is thin and lanky, with his height (or lack thereof) more in his legs than his torso. When he walks, he has a pronounced limp, his right leg moving stiffer and slower than his left, and this has slown down his usual fast-paced movements to a more moderate level. His fingernails are jagged and short from being bitten down to the quick constantly, though wether this is from nervousness or just habit is hard to tell. Dark earthy colours make up his wardrobe, mostly browns and mud tones. His trousers and shirt are both slightly too large for him, which makes him look skinnier than he already is, and are made from a thin, worn fabric. He uses a sturdy-looking wooden cane made from fine hardwood, well crafted and smoothed down to a glossy finish, to help him walk. A troupe of fire lizards, one of each colour, spirals up the cane, each holding the end of the previous' tail in his or her mouth, to make a long firelizard-chain up the legnth of the cane. His knots designate him as a Journeyman Healer, with a little tassle that displays the fact that he's posted at Ista Weyr.
History
Chaton was born to a cooking lady named Loretta at Igen Weyr. He grew up mostly in the lower caverns, playing with the other weyrbrats and generally causing meyham. Even though he was much smaller than the other children, he was better than most at getting into mischief. He had a certian way about him. Like he could look at someone and know exactly how to get under their skin, just how far to push them, and when to back off. As he got older, he began to earn his keep by helping out in the weyr infirmary. As he began to show an adeptness at soothing patients as easily as he could provoke his boyhood friends, and an equal adeption at first aid and helping the Healer on Call, Chaton was sent to learn the Healer Craft as an apprentence at the Healer Hall. Once there, he took the general medical courses offered, and learned them. He wasn't an amazing student, a little above average, but nothign to woo over. Though he would never admit it, he was studying something other than his general healing courses. A specific healercraft that intriuged him. Mind Healing. He would sneak litature about it and study, testing his findings out on his friends when he had the opprotunity. Perhaps, some day, he would be able to persue his interest. (This is an old history. He as since become a Journeyman Mind-Healer.)
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Loretta | Mother | Igen Weyr | Cook |
| Ch'en | Brother | Ierne Weyrhold | Rider of Blue Mobeth |
| ryni | Mate | Ista Weyr | Paperwork Organizer |
Firelizards
Blue Mercury
Bronze Copper
