"Frightening as it may be, you are stronger together rather than standing alone."

Name; Fael of the Wintersun
Age; 63.
Class; Wolf
Race; Laguz (Wolf)
Birthplace; Mirivia
Inventory; Fang, Elixir x1
Other; Afraid of storms. He's good at fishing.
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Appearance Description; Fael is far from the hardiest looking person. He is skinny due to not eating a lot and has soft-looking skin. But he's been worn down by weather and has a lot of muscle mass from traveling and the labor that he had to do. He isn't too terribly tall, perhaps around 5'7" (170 cm). When around more than 4 or 5 people at once, his face will usually be streaked by flush out of nerves. Despite not having a place to call home, he is surprisingly well kept. His eyes are a bright silver and his hair a soft gray. These match his transformed state. In it, he has a soft silver-gray coloration and is quite large and lithe. However, he still probably could pose as a large dog if he needed to hide himself.

Personality; Though coming off as usually a bit confused and un-mannerly, Fael is a generally nice guy, albeit childish (without realizing it). He always seems in good spirit, though not the hyperactive kind, especially since overactive people seem to wear him out. He has a lot of pent up frustration and anger, but he ignores it, thinking that if he acknowledges it, it would be the same as giving up, but the more they build the more it sometimes may bubble up. Though, he has given up, but tells himself otherwise, and might space out sometimes. He isn't really the type to ask questions, talk back and will do as he is told for the most part, being afraid of repercussions. Though the lonely type, he will never take the company of others for granted.

Biography; Faels' clan were a smaller group living not far from the coast. When he was young, which is something he can hardly remember, they only ran into a few other travelling laguz. Unfortunately, one fateful evening, they were attacked by a group of slave traders and he was taken away from his family and friends, and they scattered away amongst the sand or were taken. He was taken and smuggled up into Cesadas, where he eventually found himself being under the ownership of a merchant trader. He worked aboard the ships, doing heavy lifting and moving. One night while they were sailing across the sea a storm blew them off course, and they were far from where they were supposed to be. Unfortunately, this left them confused and they ran aground. When Fael came to, he found himself on the shore somewhere in Ibion, under the care of an archer nomad who introduced himself as Anselm. After it seemed he wasn't going to die, the archer asked him about himself and they exchanged a short amount of time together. He however, had to leave for his family, and Fael was left alone. Unsure of what to do, he wandered the land, looking for any word if anyone knew about his clan, how he could get home, or if there were even any survivors that somehow may have made it over. Eventually, he gave up on that dream and wanders freely, without a real goal in mind but to live. He hopes in the back of his mind that he can rebuild his clan, and have them be safe.