Veritas, Taron

[Taron Veritas]

b e h i n d . t h e . m a s k
Name: Sierra
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Comments: I like Rock music, video games, swimming, martial arts, art, music, and writing.

o n . y o u r . f e e t
Name: Taron Veritas
Birthday: September 21
Gender: Male

Eyes: Cobalt fused with navy, speckled with silver
Hair: Dark Silvery Blue
Description: Locks of dark silvery blue are spiked and appear to be wind-blown, dangling a few bangs to help shade the golden eyes below. He stands at 5'7", still able to grow more in the years to come. Taron's lean build adorns a rather thin body due to his lack of food when he lived in the forest.

Likes: Birds, Knowledge, Stargazing, Walks in the dark, and History
Dislikes: Idiots, Cheaters, Not knowing something, Gossip, and People that throw themselves on others
Demeanor: Taron is like the wind, bendable to pretty much any personality that comes his way, so he can get along with just about anyone and figure out how to deal with them. This makes him a decent leader when one is needed, but he has his flaws. When it comes to women he is in a relationship, he gets foolishly jealous and temporarily blind. Other than this though, he has a silver tongue with a charm that many cannot deny. It helped him out when he lived in the wild.

s o . i s . f a t e
Shell: Jet black is the egg, hinted with navy blue and silver tribal markings.
Finding: It was midnight when the strange sensation passed over the man. He awoke, sitting in a tree and peering out at his surroundings. What was that in his dream, just then? Taron felt a yearning to get to his feet and follow what seemed to be an invisible line tugging at him. The brook nearby trickled, sending sounds vibrating through his head as his adrenaline was spiked while he searched.

When he saw nothing, he turned around to head back to his tree, until there it was- a large, beautiful egg at the base of his tree. Taron cocked his head, slowly approached it, and picked it up carefully. No one was around, it would seem, so how did it get there? He slept on the ground next to it that night, shielding it like a father bird would its nest.

n e v e r . b e . a l o n e
Name: Falchion
Breed: Phoenix
Demeanor: Not old enough to know as of yet |Will be Modified once this is known|
Description: It was a tiny thing, no larger than a cantaloupe, and was the shade of darkest ebony with large, silver eyes. Its wings were highlighted by feathers that were a deep cobalt, and around its face were brilliant silver markings.

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