T'koa of Blue Soleph

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Name:
T'koa (Tekoa)
Age:
Twenty-two (Spring)
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Rank:
Winglet
Location:
Eyrie


Personality:
Tekoa is a dog of a boy in a soft, cuddly sense. He's as loyal as a dog when it comes to people. It doesn't matter whether it's his friends, his family, or just the world where he lives. He sticks by what's around him. Bullies do not sit well with him and he isn't afraid to pick a fight when he doesn't see any other way to make injustice stop. Not much really scares him. He only avoids certain things, too quiet and impassive to actively seek out bad situations or anything that might bother him in the slightest. For the most part, he's very chill, ambling through life. His friends mean the world to him. Along with that, it's fairly easy to befriend him. If you're nice to him and he's seen you around enough, he probably counts you amongst his friends and he'll happily help you out whenever you need it. On occasion, he can be possessive. He's very protective.

This dog has no ambition to him. He doesn't want to hurt others or climb the social ladder. He prefers to lead a simple life. At best, he could be a soldier or a goodhearted officer. However, he doesn't have the mindset to become a general, not unless he's thrust into that role. For all intensive purposes, he'd just like to stay on some farm or continue to be a trader for the rest of his life. Heroism doesn't cross his mind, even though he does good things in his life. He does good things because they are good and right. That's the sort of person he is. He's a person who does things because that was how he was raised. He isn't the sort of person who changes over time very much. Routine is good for him, though he isn't incapable of thinking outside of the box. Inside of him, there is potential. However, he finds happiness in where he already is in life.

Tekoa has a gentle soul. He isn't violent by nature, only lashing out in defense of others. In everyday life, he is usually quite the gentleman, though a tinge shy and quiet. He was raised with strong morals, especially towards any sort of women. He believes in romance, but he is utterly horrible at it in his mind, so he tends to be more relaxed and comfortable around other boys. While not dumb, he is rather simpleminded in his manner. He does work and does it well. He's the muscle in most situations, but he's also emotionally soft. He likes to be liked. He's a people pleaser. Still, for other people, he can be quite strong. He's a family man. He likes kids and certainly doesn't mind animals; he knows how to handle both with care and kindness. To him, the little things are the most important. When it comes to life, he just wants to try to do his best.


Appearance:
Tekoa could be intimidating. He could also be a lanky teenager with long limbs. Right now, he's slowly growing out of the latter and failing at growing into the second. His lips are small but smile easily and his weathered face still shows the soft features hidden behind the lines of work. He is quite tall at six feet and three inches. He is also well muscled. However, despite his ripped and toned body, his natural build is moderate, giving him a narrow chest, long limbs, and slender shoulders. His simple, rough clothing in natural tones has little effect on his look.

Cut neatly by his mother or himself, Tekoa's hair is always in the process of growing out. Dark brown and shaggy, it sits messily atop his head. It definitely doesn't know where it wants to go; it just sort of sits there. His eyes are occasionally hidden by the fringes of his bangs, but they are striking against dark lashes and a dark brow. A clear, light hazel, they reflect different lights well, easily perceived as gray, amber, or pale green. He has a way of scrunching them up when he's thinking that's quite distinct. Oftentimes, he is sprouting stubble around his chin. His facial hair tends to grow patchily despite his fair age.


Family:
Father - Trevor (Trader)
Mother - Amie (Midwife)
Brother - Arney (Trader)
Brother - Toave (Trader)
Pets:
Ayane, Female Dog

Simourv Name:
Soleph
Simourv Color:
Blue
Simourv Age:
Zero (Autumn)


Personality:
sunny, talkative, driven, blithely steps on toes without noticing


Appearance:
growing


Parentage:
Gray Eceph X Black Alianph




History:
Tekoa was born as the middle son of a caravan leader. His family, even his mother, came from trader blood that had been born at the landing on Pohono and he was born of that blood, born in a wagon right on the road with his mother barking out orders at everyone around her. He was an easy birth and as healthy as could be, screaming his lungs off as he came into the world. His entrance would prove to be a false representation of him, one that was easily rectified since his parents loved him no matter what. He turned into a quiet toddler who played well with his older brother, Arney, and minded his younger brother, Toave, like a saint. He never turned down an opportunity to help and was cautiously curious as he grew. That representation of him, that quiet, helpful child, would not change over the intervening years. That was who Tekoa was.

From the time he was a baby, Tekoa grew up on the road. His family made whenever they were his home and his best friend was a boy his own age from another family in the caravan. They were thick as thieves when they were younger, though they grew apart slightly in their teens. It was natural. They had the same upbringing, but they were not the same person. While his home was unconventional compared to the protected, bordered lands of most Pohonians, he had a fairly normal childhood. He met a lot of people. He saw a lot of places. Despite that, he had his first crush, his first kiss, a few broken bones, and everything that could be expected of a child and teenager. He raised a puppy, who grew up to be his massive companion, Ayane. The caravan was like a little village in and of itself, full of people. It had everything he needed.

As a trader, born and raised, Tekoa knew the hardships of the road from a young age. He had lessons drilled into his brain about the dangers of Pohono. When the koxi come, you run and hide in a tree, whatever tree you can find. Sometimes people die; you mourn, respect them, and move on. Over the years, since he was five or six and old enough to remember, he lost friends, uncles and aunts, and many traders he knew in their caravan. Still, the good usually outweighed the bad. When the horses were hitched, there was always times to play. He never got used to death, but he knew how to move forward when it was time. However, when he was eighteen, things started to get heavy. His responsibilities only increased minutely, but simourvs were rumored to be gone and he'd been taught a rule about that. Simourvs were good. Always good.

Time passed. They managed. Tekoa was still a trader, through and through, just like his two brothers, Arney and Toave. He helped out his father and learned the trade. When he was twenty, the caravan started to receive some aid from the new simourvriders. It was like looking at legends, the great beasts ghosting across the sky within sight, but it was also a relief. Koxi had always been their biggest problem, even when money was running out in their occasionally periods of less trading success. With what few fears Tekoa had allowed himself lessened, he enjoyed himself a little more over the next year. He hung out with his best friend, the same one for all those years, and visited the sights of the cities they passed through, even though he'd seen them all before. The one new place they went was the eyrie. It was the talk of the caravan at the time.

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