| Appearance: |
Gelte is currently a youth, but puberty has hit early, so though he is roughly twelve, he looks maybe fifteen. As an Aigard, Gelte has wedge-shaped, elf-ish ears, a tall, wiry frame compared to human boys, and long, digitigrade legs. Even among other youths of his kind, Gelte is quite strong. His great temper was put to good use from an early age in a military setting, and so Gelte's discipline has focused all that energy into the forms of fighting his countrymen are adept in: mostly staff-like weapons, though Gelte has also begun to learn the sword-staff iconic to his House. Because of this, he's rarely seen without a walking stick, and rarely without at least a rough-shod military top he inherited from his father.
Gelte has reddish brown hair and startling red eyes, which makes him something of a curiosity; most Aigard don't have such brightly chromatic peepers. He's a straight-laced youth so he doesn't take advantage of them (either by making puppy eyes or by being a child-of-the-corn to creep out his elders!) but he's had many remarks. One day, Gelte would like to wear the full dragon-riding leathers of both his mother, a Blood Court Brown rider, and his father, a Dark Court Bronze rider. He's so accustomed to flight by now that he rarely takes his goggles off his wild mop of a head. |
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| Personality: |
Gelte is the middle of a pack of first generation Vella Crean Court riders living during war time in a realm called Ford Aigan, outside the war-torn city of Kaarden Desius. As far as he is concerned, the world revolves around family, duty, caring for dragons, and running messages between the (mostly) Garandevierken enclave of Court dragons and the others who carry on a fight against an incredibly powerful Balechild who is attempting to eat up his country and spit out its corrupted bones.
Gelte has seen a lot that has made him grow up quicker than he otherwise would have. He doesn't have the same liberty as his parents did for infighing or political maneuvering, though almost all Aigard possess some natural, inborn talent for intrigue and social savvy. Instead, Gelte spent much of his childhood riding with his mother behind front lines to help deliver messages to other camps, or else training with others of his age as a kind of cadet or page-like caste. Because Gelte is the eldest and only child of his family, he most often gets the pleasure (and this is only half-ways sarcastic) of serving for his father, especially since his father is a Bronze rider. Gelte has big shoes to fill.
Still, he has support from everyone living within the Garandevierken enclave, and enough friends not to become so inward focused that he hurts himself. Overall, Gelte has a better grip on life during war time than most of his friends and family. If they all survive, he may carry baggage... but he may also prove to be a reliable leader with a steady head, too. |
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