Name: Resa (pronounced Rae-sa. It means harvester and is actually a girl's name.) Feller (Not as in guy, though that'd be hilarious. It means a person who cuts down trees- which is equally hilarious, but I'll get to that later) (And I just realized it probably looks like he has fifty middle names.)

Nickname: Rae (but only by close friends and his dad)

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Kingdom: Clerihew

Rank: Duke's son

Personality: He's obsessed with the environment. If someone cuts down a tree, he has to be out of earshot or it'll ruin his day. On the flip side, he loves to hunt, preferably on foot. He wishes he could hide his face, but a royal could never do that. His manners are nowhere near perfect. As far as his temperament, he has the tolerance of a saint. He tends to be kind, but sometimes things don't come out so smart. He despises learning arithmetics or any subject he deems boring. He's usually quiet, but that's because he's listening.

Description: He's really ugly. His nose is crooked. His eyes are brown. Acne really did a number on him. His face is blotchy because of it. But his hair! It's a rich dark chocolate color and shiny and extremely curly. His skin is dark and his hands are like his mom's: fine and made for crafting. He isn't tall or short. 5'6" is probably the tallest he'll grow.

Strengths: He can make many animal traps and snares. He can sew and shoot a bow. Throwing knives is his specialty. Believe it or not, he can actually weave baskets fairly well.

Flaws (at least three required): He's illiterate, has never touched a sword, and isn't the best archer. As far as riding goes, well, let's just say he avoids riding horses. He can't ride well. Keeping himself on the horse and directing it is about all he can do.

Fears (at least three required): fire, cliffs, getting lost

*Weapon (limit is two): knives and a bow

Likes: pastries, especially mulberry ones. The woods are his favorite place in the world. He loves blackberries as well

Dislikes: His acne. He wishes he could hide his face. Apples. Bulls.

*Backstory (Please nothing super tragic. No family here is abusive to their kids or anything, ok? If they didn't care, they obviously wouldn't be desperate to save their kids.) : He grew up lonely and socially dead. Resa only socialized when it was absolutely necessary. His father taught him to hunt and he was off into the woods every moment he could spare.

*Quote: "It's not that I'm mute. I just don't agree with your opinions and do not wish to engage in an argument."

*Other: He keeps a rabbit's foot in the interior pocket of his coat