It appears as if someone took a knife and sliced off a significant length of this young man's previously expansive locks. The sable hair now barely slips past his shoulders in a choppy, disordered way, perhaps giving him the look of perpetually having just rolled out of his cot. His features are stern, thin lips and small nose do nothing to improve the downward cast that often is found tugging upon those lips. Sooty brown brows don't quite match the darker hue of his hair, but they still seem to fit him well enough. Gone is the smaller stature of his youth, apparently hitting a late growth spurt pushing him to nearly six foot. The days of being a scrawny bean-pole have passed and it is obvious that he has spent many an hour working his muscles into something that could be proud of. While he isn't what one would consider bulky, he can obviously hold his own in a fight. His suntanned face is mostly blemish free except for a solitary darkened freckle that has made its home below his left eye. Untouched by crinkled wrinkles of laughter, his cool grey eyes are framed by onyx lashes.

There's nothing fancy to note about this young man's outfit. A simple loose off-white shirt with a crisscross tie just below the collarbones is mostly worn, long sleeved but light in material as to not overheat him in the sun. While a pair of equally loose and breezy pants in a dark brown are tied by string about his middle. Sandals flop about his slender feet, a bit too big for him, but well-worn and apparently loved. A simple shell is attached via string held 'round his neck, its cool sand dollar like shape presses just a bit to the side of his heart.


Sorel never knew his father, his mother had gotten involved with a married man and he had been the result. It was never clear to him whether his mother, Sora, had ever told his father that she was with child, but it wasn't until her deathbed that the boy found out that his unknown father had a wife and family of his own. Perhaps it was the loss of the only family he knew or maybe it was the lure of potentially finding his half-sibling, but either way Sorel left the small cothold he had spent his whole life in and embarked out into the world.

It wasn't long before the boy, who was only about ten at the time, ran into trouble. He was just a kid with no one to look out for him, and suddenly he found himself running with the wrong crowd and not long after that before he was fully entrenched within a new set of people. Turns passed and Sorel was eventually entrusted with the Sea crafters, perhaps in hopes that on a ship he'd have less trouble to get in. Several more turns were spent sailing around pern, visiting new and exciting places but all the while Sorel kept an open ear and eye out for his long lost half-sibling. Whispers and hints have taken him away from his ship and family on the sea but at the moment he's been dumped off at Western Weyr to heal having sustained a broken arm due to being his reckless self.


Name Relation Location Position
Sora Mother Deceased Deceased
Taraden Father Deceased Deceased
Ila'den Half-Brother Western Weyr Weyrsecond
Kiltara Half-Sister Western Weyr Resident




Title OOC Date Cast
The Legend of Las Sorianas Begins October 25, 2013 Innes, Garawan, Sorel, Kera
He Has A Brother? October 30, 2013 Innes, Sorel, Ila'den, Kera
I'd Rather Bleed (Candidate Project) November 13, 2013 Bowyn, Sorel, Kera
Familiar Misunderstanding November 14, 2013 Sorel, Kiltara, Kera
Barracks Inspection Preempted (Before the Hatching) November 16, 2013 Bowyn, Darsce, Garawan, Innes, Kera, Sorel, V’dim
Luraoth's and Sharuth's Clutch Hatches November 16, 2013 Anoryn, Bowyn, Garawan, Innes, Kera, M’kal, Perri, So’l, Sorel, Soriana, V’dim, Zahlulia, Luraoth, Sharuth
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