Amhanyil
(aHm-aah-KNEEL)

Played by: Amarin

Other names/nicknames, if any: none that he knows to his face

Title/position/occupation: Jeweler

Parents: Arion (Father) and Belen (Mother)

Children/descendants: none

Lifemates & lovemates: none

Hair: Hip-length mahogany with darker streaks and bright chestnut highlights, usually loose, occasionally worn caught back or in a ponytail or braid, held with a wing-shaped clasp with two golden pheasant feathers.

Eyes: Amber with metallic copper flecks, slightly large, almond-shaped

Face: pointed chin, small nose, youthful face

Body: thin, very tall for a Glider

Special skills:

Fire starting (It’s a roll of the dice if something bad happens if/when he loses his temper. He normally has good control over his powers, but…)

Glasswork and light metallurgy - He’s had a great deal of time to refine his magic, and like Zarhan Fastfire, has learned to make glass from sand using his powers. He’s further honed it into an art, shaping things from clearstone (glass), and sometimes silver, gold, or anything else he can find with a low melting point, with great patience and a set of fine tongs and a pick, working the material when it’s thick like taffy rather than liquid.

Behavior: Despite all the years, Amhanyil has yet to lose his taste for life, and the spark in his belly has yet to die. Perhaps that territory comes with a fire maker. Still, he’s generally antisocial towards all but the Eight, sometimes outright standoffish and skittish, holding most at arm’s length. He spends most of his time alone working with his jewelry, but when he’s not doing that, he’s daydreaming about the world outside the mountain and the wonders there or contemplating the strange images within the Great Egg. He sometimes ferrets off to a corner of the aerie and gazes down at the land, making occasional secret trips outside to gather materials for his art, never venturing too far, and staying out of sight the best he can. He’s constantly asking the Eight what they’ve seen during their flights, sometimes to the point of being an out and out pest. The more time goes by, the more stir-crazy and anxious he is becoming, visible in the gradual changing of his sculptures from flowing and delicate to more sharp and aggressive. He seems to have an almost dislike for his fellow Gliders, always having felt out of place among them, and viewing them as too content, sure things are better on the outside… like the voice in the wall says. His best friend is his mini-bond bird Seludor, a large long-legged bird of prey he raised from a chick.

Fears: Endless boredom

Likes: Precious metals, glass/clearstone, warm/hot-colored gemstones (ruby, citrine, topaz etc), The Eight, Humans, the outside world, his Seludor, fresh fish, Egg, the sound of bells/chimes.

Dislikes: Stagnation, boredom, the majority of the Gliders, losing his temper, Preservers (he’s glad the little pests have gone).

Notes: Amhanyil enjoys his powers, and what they let him create, but has always felt they, along with his height and fiery hair set him apart from the others, surrounded by a sea of silver, blonde or black hair. Tyldak’s made him feel a little less conspicuous… more so once he was flesh shaped, but he still feels the outcast. How much of his feeling is true and how much is all in his mind is unsure. Can be emotionally/mentally unstable/disturbed at times.

Bond bird

Name: Seludor (cell-u(r)-door)

Gender: Male

Appearance: A grass hawk, not unlike a Terran secretary bird, only larger, with more of a lavender blue cast to the feathers and heavier body. Wears an ornamental harness evocative of the great hawks (whether or not a member of the Eight takes it as compliment, insult, anything in between, or nothing at all is up to them).
Age: unknown
Behavior: Aggressive to most aside from Amhanyil, exceptionally curious, prone to attacking anything he sees that resembles a snake. His favorite toy is a made of many leather thongs tied together to create a spider which he “hunts” avidly.