| Appearance: |
Andoras is a stocky boy with a lot of muscle, often towering over other boys of his age. His voice is still dropping, which he finds truly mortifying. It adds up to a boy who holds himself aloof and a little hunched in, trying to hold onto childhood that his body seems to be betraying. His skin is warm brown, and he has reddish blonde hair that bleaches out in the summer. He tans to an even deeper brown without burning. His eyes are hazel with flashes of labradorite violet. He's got thicker, square facial features to match his husky body.
He wears simple clothing and is shy about anything fashionable or fancy, swearing that he can't pull it off. He has a complicated relationship with that, though, because he's lived shoulder-to-shoulder with kids whose parents evacuated Star City, a technologically advanced space station. While his friends talk about cyborware and a perfectly modifiable body (let alone clothing and accoutrements!) Andoras' father is a salt-of-the-earth farmer from nearby Darkling Dawn, who immigrated to Nidus Descendi to follow family. Andoras has grown up listening to his pop complain about technology being frivolous, and about how true character comes from working the earth. Andoras loves his dad and wants to embody his family's values, but he also really, really loves the novelty and convenience of the technology that the Star City folk brought with them. To compromise, Andoras' wears a gift or two under his clothing; a watch with messaging capabilities for his friends, and a locket that has a little holographic firelizard 'pet' that has preprogramed responses to certain tricks. He keeps these a secret from his family.
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| Personality: |
Andoras is very strong and not very smart, or at least that's what he believes. He likes to think he's down-to-earth, but the truth is that he has terrible self-esteem and often holds himself back. When he's with his friends, he's usually the muscle, either helping reach or fetch or hoist or hold heavy things for others. For a very few, he'll get down on hands and knees as a step-stool if needed; he's kind like that, but he also craves being acknowledged and is willing to fawn for the privilege of receiving it.
In his youth, he's both very easily embarrassed and also vulnerable to anything that's said to him or about him. It makes him stoic and shy, because he's learned that to blow up about something he doesn't like will earn him plenty of punishment. It also means that when he's playing with his friends, he's prone to imagining himself as a hot-headed adventurer in order to get his frustration out. When he is not feeling self-conscious, which is rare, Andoras makes pretty good games. He's learned just enough from his friends about space pirates to daydream about spaceships and the stars. He knows enough about the mechanisms of lower-technology machinery and equipment that his ideas are novel to his space-born peers. Together, they've reinvented the penny-pulp adventures of shared ancient ancestors, taking on aliens and dangers from beyond the stars.
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