CREATIVE CONTROL: Melissa Van Houten
NAME: Piper
SOUL NAME: Erryn
RACE: Cat-blooded elf
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDATE and/or APPROXIMATE AGE: NH 33
ORIGIN: New Hope
HOUSEHOLD: Sea Runner
HAIR (color/length/style): Fox-copper red, shoulder length, parted in the center and worn straight to his shoulders, curls slightly under at the ends
EYES: Green
SKIN TONE: Fair and freckled, tans lightly in the summer
HEIGHT: 4' 4"
BUILD: Slender, almost spindly; well-muscled, but in a wiry kinda way
VOICE QUALITY/SPEECH MANNERISMS: Lilting tenor with a light brogue (Irish mostly). He'd have a really nice singing voice if he could get up the guts to sing.
OTHER PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Nothing in particular
PARENTS: Crystalmoth (father), Nightowl (mother)
SIBLINGS: Catspaw (older brother)
OTHER RELATIVES: None at New Hope or Tower
CURRENT MATE: None, but he has a HUGE crush on Mayrah
RECOGNIZED: No
PREVIOUS MATES: None
CHILDREN: None
CLOSEST FRIENDS: Maarli, Tesho Stick, Mijo, Pearl, Winken, others negotiable
SPECIAL TALENTS: Healer's sense (but no actual healing. He's real good at triage)
SKILLS: Sealore, swimming, sailing, fishing, whaling, surfing, playing reed pipes (tough never in public), some healing some forestry, net-making. Is learning smithing, but isn't very good at it. Star navigation, some weaving, some cooking, whittling, climbing (rock, tree and net).
HOBBIES: Sailing, pining after Mayrah, piping, being alone to write/play songs about for/about Mayrah, hanging out (literally) in the rigging of the Cowrie, cuddling the ship's cats, stargazing
WEAPONS USED: Knife, bola, short spear/harpoon
BOND-BEAST: None, but he's usually got one of the Household cats attaching itself to him
JEWELRY WORN: Not much, but what he's got is generally silver and/or malachite
CLOTHING: Summer: lightweight long-sleeved shirts and cloth trousers, rope-soled cloth deck shoes. If he's going to be out of the sun, he'll wear shorts or a thong-style brief and go shirtless. He wears a high-collared, stirrup-footed, long-sleeved onepiece wetsuit when surfing or diving Winter: Leather pants, calf-high leather boots, assorted shirts, sweaters and jackets in wool or leather depending on the weather. Bootliners, scarves and gloves as needed.
OTHER SPECIAL POSSESSIONS: A tapestry of the view from Catspaw's window at the Tower, commissioned from Vayree and sent to him by his brother
PERSONAL INFO: Painfully shy, but generally a good lad. He was always content to walk in the shadows of his older brother or the more flamboyant Pearl. Unable to assert himself around such strong personalities as abound in Sea Runner Household, he developed a tendency to fade into the background --a practice he now does purposely. Piper is a perpetual "supporting player". He was never teased about his retiring nature, in fact, quite a few of the Sea Runners have tried to get him to open up, but it just never works. And since his shyness doesn't interfere with his life and duties, nobody minds too much. A born follower, but he doesn't follow blindly or stupidly.
(Catspaw has refused his parents requests to have his brother to visit because he feels the folks at the Tower would eat Piper for breakfast. It wasn't until Peysol told them a bit about Winken's experiences that his parents gave up asking and bowed to their older son's wisdom.)
When Piper was 10, his older brother (and sometime idol) left to go to Tower Mountain, leaving Piper a bit lonelier. The only ones in Sea Runner near his own age were the humans, so they became his playmates. And through the families of his human friends, he discovered Mayrah. From the age of fifteen, he's been pining after her; a fact he's told two of his buddies: Tesho Stick and Maarli. Of course, he'd be MORTIFIED if Mayrah ever found out.
He's good-natured, friendly, helpful, willing to do just about anything he's asked to --within reason. (Though if it's Mayrah that asks him he'll stutter his answer and trip over his own feet to get there.) But every so often he needs to get away from it all and be by himself. When this happens, he'll usually climb up into the rigging of the Cowrie. Sometimes he even lashes himself in and takes a nap, but most times he just brings his pipes along.