Liquid brown eyes, the color of burnished bronze, peek out from under a mop of black hair. Thick and straight, it not only covers his eyes but it also skims along his scrawny shoulders. His skin has a slight brownness to it, nothing dark, but enough to keep him form ever looking pale. His face has that youthful roundness, but that is about the only thing. He's not just on the short side, but he's also on the thin side. He's not starves looking, just a skinny little runt.
He's dressed simply and practically. His brown pants are well-worn wherhide, scarred and battered perhaps, but practically as soft as butter. A simple belt with a sheath on it holds up his pants. His shirt is a simple beige affair, short of sleeves and lacking in collar. In fact, it looks as if the collar has been removed. Over the shirt is a dark brown vest with a spattering of different sized pockets. For footwear, he has on a pair of scuffed boots with squared toes.
Tealonie has spent his whole life, as short as it's been, at Xanadu Weyr. His father is bronzerider T'ea and his mother is greenrider and healer Shalaya. His best friend in the whole wide world is his twin brother Shanatea, who is only older than Teal by less than a candlemark. They poke and prod each other like none other, but are quick to defend the other against anyone else. Both have been exposed to a variety of opportunities, including an education at Landing and a chance to work with the computers. However, Teal never did like being cooped up much indoors. Being quite active, he's often outside or at the stables hoping to prove to his Da that he is old enough to ride one of his Da's geldings by himself. Course, his time at the stables isn't all just spent drooling over his Da's geldings, but often in helping out. Most of the time it's grunt work, but sometimes he's even allowed to groom. Though despite not yet having earned the privilage of riding any of his Da's geldings whenever he wants too, he has had the opportunity of riding one of the smaller ponies that's kept around for the kids. When he's not playing with the ponies or playing in the water with his brother, he can often be found in the forest, climbing trees.
|Shannonie||P. Grandmother||Half Moon Bay Weyr||Healer|
|S'in||P. Grandfather||Half Moon Bay Weyr||Greenrider|
The story of this one is written in a patchwork of tales, adventures and stories to carry one into the far future. Scrawled over his hide are leathery pages folded one over another in a taunt binding. Although the skin which stretches over his large and muscled frame is perfectly smooth, the appearance of such patches makes it look as though one could traces the line from one scroll to the next. Of hue the hides are mostly darkened by time and oddly enough comprised of metal! Some matte and dull, others shimmery and newly burnished it reflects the mix of tales he can tell, or rather could if only he could speak human. It seems only other firelizard, and perhaps his owner can get the gist, of the fine things he has slipped away with between his thin nimble ebon talons. Bulging arm and leg muscles reflect tat he can indeed back up might to his words and a sinuous length of tail is equally able to leg another limb to his efforts. Sturdy spars are wrought in an aging bronze which spills out upon tarnished sails that even Igen's sands would have a hard time cleansing. The sails are both long and broad so that it carries him with strength and purpose to match that suspicious twinkle in his whirling eyes.