"I'm happy we're all friends."

Marcel was born in the deserts to the tribe of Canar. He was the only one born in a large family with any kind of magical ability and was highly valued in his part of the tribe as a whole. By the time he was 10 years old, he was 1 of 8 kids his parents had, and overall he had a good life.
 
He was approached by someone when he was 10, asking if he would want to bring his wind talents to a place called Ioth Academy, but he turned it down. He didn't care for school much. In fact he didn't care for a lot of things. He was always a free spirit and loved to be lazy.
 
He'd come to regret his lack of passion or practice later on, when his family is suddenly attacked in an attempt to find and capture him. But Marcel was nowhere to be found, in fact he was away from the village, sliding down the dunes on the back of a carved piece of wood and playing his instrument to the sky above. When he finally came home, his home was barely there. Walls torn down completely, and a few of his siblings lay motionless. The rest he found in a back room of their home with his parents consoling them. When he walked through the door unharmed, they wrapped him in their arms and said their thank you's to the brass dragon for keeping him safe.
 
His surviving family urged him to take refuge in Ioth. Begging the administrators to let him come. That he was not safe anymore. He was accepted back, and left to protect his family. He didn't mean to be so useless. So naive.

Age

14

Gender

Male

Eyes

Brass

Hair

Red Brown

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned

Height

5'6