Aidar is a rather unremarkable boy in his midteens, his brown hair kept rather long and messy - likely simply to be difficult. Hazel eyes and freckles are the most noticeable features on his face, and tend to be what - if anything - draws attention to him. He's not overly tall - barely reaching 5'7" - and while his frame is still slender and youthful, its not likely he'll grow anymore.
His clothes are equally as plain, but serviceable, and perfect for getting into trouble like any fifteen turn old does.
Born: Turn 2666
Aidar and his twin sister Saire were the product of a flight, as their mother's green was caught by another rider's brown. However, despite the rider's early involvement in her pregnancy it soon evaporated as their mother Airen and a brownrider Re're came to terms with each other, and soon became weyrmates in their own right. Despite occasional visits from their father when they were young, the twins grew up with the couple - living first at Igen Weyr, and then at Western, where they enjoyed the attention of Airen's extended family.
While they were joined over the turns by three half-siblings, Aidar was always closest to his twin, getting into idle mischief around the Weyr, always protected by Airen's Weyrsecond knot, and Re're's Wingleader knot. While he passed the age that most join a craft, Aidar showed no sign of doing so, merely finding a way to settle in amongst the Weyr's support staff.
And thus, when the family was picked up and moved to Xanadu, Aidar grumbled a fair deal. But, the grumbled soon ceased when first the boy discovered he had a brother of sorts at Xanadu - a son Xaliyan that Re're never knew about - and then was sent to live in the barracks with Xaliyan, as well as his twin sister, to try their luck on Xanadu's Sands.
|Airen||Mother||Xanadu Weyr||Rider to Green Romasseth|
|Re're||Step-Father||Xanadu Weyr||Rider to Brown Saenkarith|
|A'li||Step-Brother||Xanadu Weyr||Rider to Blue Najimeth|
Sweat and Tears Brown Turinth
Smooth russet dances over this hatchling's hide, clinging desperately to each and every tuck and dip of his body. Shadows gather at his lean waist, creating the illusion of an overly gaunt frame, casting his joints into darker hues as well. Wingsails seem almost tattered - streaked with sharp spots of darkness - as they stretch between each fingerlike spar, the same odd stripes carrying over his back and ridges. His headknobs, crowned in golden glory, slope upwards from his delicate face, while his muzzle is dotted with rust freckles, falling downwards from each faceted eye.