Faulkner was just a toddler when his family was forced to flee from Star City. He has no memories of the time, personally, but by the way that his family acts, he knows it was bad, and his psyche has done an overly imaginative job of remastering the event, enough to give him a healthy dose of fear for any creature with chitin. He hates spiders, yes, but mostly he has night terrors of the xenodragons that he knows live over the mountains and not all that far away from Nidus Descendi attacking, and due to his somewhat naturally timid nature, it's made him into a jumpy teen.

Faulkner never knew his father, who was killed in said disaster, so he's leaned heavily on his elder brothers for support. His mother is macho enough for an entire army (and so are some of his brothers, come to think of it) which has left Faulkner naturally drifting into a more tender niche. When he's not performing the community chores required of any Nidus kid, he trends towards reading and drawing for his own entertainment. He has an ear for music, but is too shy to perform it, instead leaning more towards poetry. And, yes, it's as insipid as any teen's attempts, but it's an artistic outlet that has allowed Faulkner to dwell on difficult personal subjects and discover more about his internal landscape. He keeps a little locked journal on his person at all times, one he would be loathe to share with anyone.

Amongst his cohort, Faulkner actually tends to be looked up to; he looks older than his age given his peach-fuzz mustache and the scars on one cheek, his soulful blue eyes, his gentle demeanor. He has trouble staying out of relationships with his friends, and is struggling with the hormonal mess of labels and meaning when it comes to who he is and who he wants to be.

Chances are good that by the time he grows up, he'll find himself... but as the baby of a large family and a survivor of a disaster, living in a Nidus with the threat of war on the horizon, he could land in any number of directions.