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Description

Name: Bran
Gender: Male
Height: 4' 11" / 151 cm
Race: Earth Oriad

Class: Scout
City: Cantor
Habitat: The roots of a single large tree that grew in a wheat field
Badges:

Personality:

Faithful, Caring | Dependent, Sentimental | Gullible, Unrestrained
Even standing next to a child, Bran possess a formidable pose that assured that he is steadfast and trustworthy, a reliable figure or otherwise a diligent errant boy. As Bran is just adjusting to his body like many other Oriads, his sturdy quality prevents him from properly convey his emotions— the truth that beneath the perpetual stern expression, Bran in fact, has a gentle heart. The lack of memories gave desire to cultivate as many experiences as possible, however most of the time it led him to hold everything to a sentimental degree, going as far as to relating them to his personal experiences.

Where he is inclined to react, he is also the least mentally equipped to handle nuances and changes. Subtlety is yet to be a concept that exists in his book and the young man is bound to honesty and duty. Bran accepts everything face value, as they were presented to him. Swamped with pressure in the face of dilemma Bran would gravitate towards the next radical option for his peace of mind: he would invest all of his strength and ability to pursue it, regardless of thought and consequences.

History:

His earliest recollection was being in a sea of gold.
Vast, as far as the eyes can see, and a sight to behold in the daylight. In the wheat field stood a lone tree of what would expect from a picturesque farm, and from the divergene of its giant roots, a crusty earth Oriad blinked himself awake.
He would watch the golden field sway, listen to the rush of leaves above him and feel the warm breeze on his face lull him back to sleep. For a while, the cycle repeats- for every time he wakes, he took notice of the gradual change in the sky’s colours, how there was a brief period where the sun shone brilliantly through the golden fields and made it glitter, and how quickly the darkness swallowed everything in sight.
His heart was destroyed. He panicked.
For the first time ever, the young Oriad was fully awake. The rush of energy coursing through his body was energizing and unpleasant all at the same time. Where did the golden fields go? Did the sun took the golden fields with it? He wanted to reach out to the remaining sunlight, and it only occurred to him the crusty limbs that he had not only been detached, it was far heftier than it looks. What was a comforting spot for him became a liability, the possible prospect of being rooted to it forever tensing him further.
His desire to remove himself was one of desperation.
The Earth Oriad screamed as he ripped himself from the tree roots, plunging to the dirt. He hugged himself where he was hurt, but there was no time for relief. He frantically climbed to stand on his knees to get his bearings, but most importantly he wanted to track down the last of the sunlight.
It was gone.
The weight on his body was getting worse by the second. It was the horrible feeling and the growing darkness beating down on him makes it worse- but he refused to be dragged down by that nonsense. His persistence eventually rewarded him as he saw a stream of flickering light around the edges of the field. It had the same color as the field. That was a distance he hasn’t considered before, but if he could move himself to there.. Maybe he will be rewarded.

For better or worse, he dragged himself through the wheat field to reach the distant stream of gold in the horizon, anxious of what he will find.

Memories: (Locked)

Additional info:
- His name is taken from the cereal produced by the field!
- His mane hair is made of the same wheat plant

Relationships:

Keys
Leave this world at once
Neutral
Agreeable
Friends
Trusts implicitly
Houston we have a problem

The farmers who took him and currently acts as his caretaker They're more concerned with his fascination towards all things yellow and flickering lights, thus they took it to themselves to house Bran to prevent him from catching on fire (and in turn, spread to their fields)

Jasper Cotterill
Claretta Derosiars
Luthais Wistari
Heaven

RP Logs: TBA

Description

Name: Bran
Gender: Male
Height: 4' 11" / 151 cm
Race: Earth Oriad

Class: Scout
City: Cantor
Habitat: The roots of a single large tree that grew in a wheat field
Badges:

Personality:

Faithful, Caring | Dependent, Sentimental | Gullible, Unrestrained
Even standing next to a child, Bran possess a formidable pose that assured that he is steadfast and trustworthy, a reliable figure or otherwise a diligent errant boy. As Bran is just adjusting to his body like many other Oriads, his sturdy quality prevents him from properly convey his emotions— the truth that beneath the perpetual stern expression, Bran in fact, has a gentle heart. The lack of memories gave desire to cultivate as many experiences as possible, however most of the time it led him to hold everything to a sentimental degree, going as far as to relating them to his personal experiences.

Where he is inclined to react, he is also the least mentally equipped to handle nuances and changes. Subtlety is yet to be a concept that exists in his book and the young man is bound to honesty and duty. Bran accepts everything face value, as they were presented to him. Swamped with pressure in the face of dilemma Bran would gravitate towards the next radical option for his peace of mind: he would invest all of his strength and ability to pursue it, regardless of thought and consequences.

History:

His earliest recollection was being in a sea of gold.
Vast, as far as the eyes can see, and a sight to behold in the daylight. In the wheat field stood a lone tree of what would expect from a picturesque farm, and from the divergene of its giant roots, a crusty earth Oriad blinked himself awake.
He would watch the golden field sway, listen to the rush of leaves above him and feel the warm breeze on his face lull him back to sleep. For a while, the cycle repeats- for every time he wakes, he took notice of the gradual change in the sky’s colours, how there was a brief period where the sun shone brilliantly through the golden fields and made it glitter, and how quickly the darkness swallowed everything in sight.
His heart was destroyed. He panicked.
For the first time ever, the young Oriad was fully awake. The rush of energy coursing through his body was energizing and unpleasant all at the same time. Where did the golden fields go? Did the sun took the golden fields with it? He wanted to reach out to the remaining sunlight, and it only occurred to him the crusty limbs that he had not only been detached, it was far heftier than it looks. What was a comforting spot for him became a liability, the possible prospect of being rooted to it forever tensing him further.
His desire to remove himself was one of desperation.
The Earth Oriad screamed as he ripped himself from the tree roots, plunging to the dirt. He hugged himself where he was hurt, but there was no time for relief. He frantically climbed to stand on his knees to get his bearings, but most importantly he wanted to track down the last of the sunlight.
It was gone.
The weight on his body was getting worse by the second. It was the horrible feeling and the growing darkness beating down on him makes it worse- but he refused to be dragged down by that nonsense. His persistence eventually rewarded him as he saw a stream of flickering light around the edges of the field. It had the same color as the field. That was a distance he hasn’t considered before, but if he could move himself to there.. Maybe he will be rewarded.

For better or worse, he dragged himself through the wheat field to reach the distant stream of gold in the horizon, anxious of what he will find.

Memories: (Locked)

Additional info:
- His name is taken from the cereal produced by the field!
- His mane hair is made of the same wheat plant

Relationships:

Keys
Leave this world at once
Neutral
Agreeable
Friends
Trusts implicitly
Houston we have a problem

The farmers who took him and currently acts as his caretaker They're more concerned with his fascination towards all things yellow and flickering lights, thus they took it to themselves to house Bran to prevent him from catching on fire (and in turn, spread to their fields)

Jasper Cotterill
Claretta Derosiars
Luthais Wistari
Heaven

RP Logs: TBA