Jaeros hails from a different branch of the clan than his cousins do, so he completely lacks the kinds of psionic abilities that they have. As for magic, he can do as all daemons can and absorb magical energy from anywhere in his surroundings to put to his own use, but in practice has almost no skill with this innate talent. The only spell he knows well, in fact, is a spell to create a small magical light -- perfect for late-night writing or drawing when he doesn't have a candle readily available.

Somewhere in antiquity the Weaver clan had a mimic species other than "human", but it's tricky to identify what it may have been. Jaeros is a humanoid biped on the slender side of average build, standing five-foot-ten in height upon digitigrade legs. His face is of human proportions with somewhat narrow features, though he has long, mobile, elfin ears, and the underside of his nose has a slightly darker and rougher texture as a feline's would. His eyes are two different colors: blue on his left, brown on his right. The blue is what he was born with, the brown one darkened to such after injury suffered as a child. His hair is a russet brown color, with bangs parted in the front to fall to his jaw line, and bound in back into a braid or ponytail that falls halfway down his back.

Jaeros also has a fine coat of velveteen-like fur all over his body, mistakable for warm-toned bare skin at a glance. Significantly longer feathering, like those of draft horse breeds, covers his forearms and lower legs in the same color as the hair upon his head. Completing his less human array of features is his long and leonine tail, ending in its own soft tassel of russet brown.

Jaeros dresses in loose clothes that includes a particular fondness for draped articles like cowls and ponchos. He enjoys rich, cool colors like blue and violet, and golden trim is always a plus. A walking stick of black-lacquered wood is his constant accessory.

Jaeros is a gentle soul, soft-spoken and frequently inactive due to his physical limitations. He developed a kind of septic arthritis when he was young and suffers from painful joints (a great shame on whatever gene artisan had a hand in his gestation), and his demeanor has become one as careful as his physical body must by necessity be. He loves making friends but sometimes suffers from a lack of their presence since he cannot run and play with them, and has to wait for them to come to him. Nevertheless, he is quite friendly, of good humor, and always ready with a smile. He has a long temper and a lot of patience, and cannot be said to truly hate anyone or anything, not even his disability.

Jaeros is nevertheless a dreamer, often caught with his eyes half-closed and his head in the clouds. Since he has always been his own most reliable source of entertainment, he has a vivid imagination and a sense of creativity that has always impressed his cousins. He loves to draw scenes both laid out before him and pulled up from his mind, and also enjoys writing. While he gladly shows off the results of his art, however, it's almost impossible to get him to share his stories.

The truth of the matter is that Jaeros is a romantic. He shouldn't be, as the chemical changes involved in limerence can become an addiction for daemons that fall into that particular expression of emotion, but when love for another seems to be such a driving force and/or goal for so many other species on the whole, isn't it just... somehow sad that it's dangerous for daemons to experience that, too?

Not that it hasn't stopped him from trying...