Talon Combe | District 6

[Serah]

Name: Talon Combe
Age: 13
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 6
Appearance:

Talon is still growing. Currently, he is 4' 11" tall. His weight is 82 lbs. Though this is normal weight for his age, he is slipping towards going underweight. This is due to the fact that he is a part of one of the poorer families in his district and sometimes goes without eating to make sure his younger siblings get something to eat.

His face is still round like a child's face. His eyes are round in shape. The color of his eyes are brown. The exact shade, he doesn't know. He's been told light brown, to medium brown. So he suspects that it is some shade in that range.

His nose is small and rounded. It's been broken several times in rough-housing with his brothers. He has small lips that are thin. His hair is a dirty blonde in color. The length, for a boy, is a little on the long side.

His clothes choice really has more of a function over style look. His jeans are stained with mud from falling so much. His shirt has some holes in it, small holes that don't make the shirts unwearable. But they're definitely there. He has a light over shirt that covers some of the holes, but not all of them.

Personality:

Talon is a curious little boy. Anything he can get his hands on, he will investigate to the best of his ability. He doesn't care what it is, if he hasn't seen it before, he will want to investigate it. Learn just what it is and what it does. He does have a bit of a pension for getting himself hurt because of this tendency.

Talon is also a boy who loves to play. His favorite game to play is wrestling with his younger brothers. With him being the oldest, he usually wins. Winning makes him very happy. Though he does lose on occasion. The feeling of losing to him, makes him sad but determined to do better.

He can be quite stubborn when he wants to. He hates being wrong, and will never admit it when he is. Talon believes he is in the right, so much so that he even fools himself when he is wrong. This leads him to his stubborn assertions that he isn't wrong, but right. If someone can get him to admit he's wrong about something, it would be a miracle.

History:

Talon is the oldest of four boys. His younger brothers are ages ten, eight, and six. He loved it when all three of his brothers were born. He saw each of them as a new playmate. Though he didn't understand why his parents wouldn't let him play with them when they got home. Though he later realized it was because they were babies and very fragile. Or so his parents kept telling him.

Talon spent the time waiting to be able to play with his brothers, teaching them what he thought play was. He didn't know if they understood, but that didn't stop him. As soon as the first of his brothers were able to play, he was extremely excited. A new person to play with! He was tired of playing with himself.

So he and his brothers wrestled when they weren't in school. He was always so happy to win. Though sometimes his brothers ganged up on him and he lost. He always claimed it wasn't fair that they did that, but they always told him it was not fair that he kept winning. This only started another round of wrestling between the brothers.

As they each got older, there was less time for wrestling. Especially for Talon, who was told he had to go watch his father work. Eventually, as he was told, he'd have to do similar work. Watching his dad work was boring. And he often said so. He was reprimanded each time, though he never changed his mind.

The now twelve year old Talon made it very clear that he only wanted to play with his brothers. But his parents wanted to instill some sense of responsibility in their child. So he was brought to his dad's work whenever he wasn't in school. He was to do his work, and watch his father work. He wasn't too happy about the decision, but he finds time to play with his brothers.

Codeword: oDair
Comments/Other:

[charade]

Nicely done.