Editing Character:Cael

''A child of no more than a decade, Cael is scrawny and agile, with skinny arms and legs and clever fingers that make those with scrip guard their wallets. Outside of the East, his blue hair might be unusual; here in Nexus, it's the sharp point of his ears that is more noteworthy. He must have spent too much time in one of the Wyld Zones that blight the poorest sectors of the teeming metropolis. His clothing is ragged, little more than a loin- or breech-cloth hidden under an all-concealing but tattered cape. It's hard to tell and changes depending on what scraps he can find as others get too soiled to wear. The color of the fabric is long washed out to dingy gray, though it might once have been red, long before it fell into this orphan's hands. He seems even smaller than his diminutive stature would require due to a habit of walking somewhat hunched, defensively; close examination of his back's outline under the draping cloth of a cape hints at either a pack or strange deformity concealed beneath. The most noteworthy thing, however, is the wooden flute he clutches tightly in one hand. It isn't exactly ''fine,'' but it is definitely the most valuable thing he seems to own. One might wonder from whom he stole it, especially when a glimpse is caught of the beautiful golden cord that dangles from one end. Cael is often accompanied by one or two handfuls of fellow urchins, though, so actually confronting him before he can scatter into a crowd is unlikely. Despite his obvious poverty, however, someone who manages to observe him for any length of time will note that he seems relatively happy...if often tragically too knowing for a child of his age.''

''A child of no more than a decade, Cael is scrawny and agile, with skinny arms and legs and clever fingers that make those with scrip guard their wallets. Outside of the East, his blue hair might be unusual; here in Nexus, it's the sharp point of his ears that is more noteworthy. He must have spent too much time in one of the Wyld Zones that blight the poorest sectors of the teeming metropolis. His clothing is ragged, little more than a loin- or breech-cloth hidden under an all-concealing but tattered cape. It's hard to tell and changes depending on what scraps he can find as others get too soiled to wear. The color of the fabric is long washed out to dingy gray, though it might once have been red, long before it fell into this orphan's hands. He seems even smaller than his diminutive stature would require due to a habit of walking somewhat hunched, defensively; close examination of his back's outline under the draping cloth of a cape hints at either a pack or strange deformity concealed beneath. The most noteworthy thing, however, is the wooden flute he clutches tightly in one hand. It isn't exactly ''fine,'' but it is definitely the most valuable thing he seems to own. One might wonder from whom he stole it, especially when a glimpse is caught of the beautiful golden cord that dangles from one end. Cael is often accompanied by one or two handfuls of fellow urchins, though, so actually confronting him before he can scatter into a crowd is unlikely. Despite his obvious poverty, however, someone who manages to observe him for any length of time will note that he seems relatively happy...if often tragically too knowing for a child of his age.''

==Intimacies==

==Intimacies==