Sorell

Sorell has a friendly, caring nature. He's also an idiot. A really adorable idiot.
He's soft hearted, gentle, and hyper from time to time. A big joy to be around, really.
He tends to collect gold pieces, or so hoard them. Along with rocks, shells, and other
items of those sorts.

Sorell has a pair of peach, and white wings. They're softly feathered
and have a lighter layer of feathers on the outer rims. He also has a
pair of bright, shining orange eyes that'd be the guest to light up your day.
He has short and messy strawberry hair and a big grin, and stands about five foot seven.

One of Sorell's favorite places to explore has to be the river beside the forest.
That's where he finds most of his gold pieces. Though, the forest with a meadow's bed
has to be his second pick. Just because of the flowers, rocks, pebbles, and certain sticks
that can be found there.

Sorell's imagination is endless, constantly wondering where he can explore next,
which bug he'll run from soonest, or the next Aven he'll say hello to.
Good or bad, Sorell is almost always prepared for it. His motherly instincts can assist
multiple people in need, or as well give it as much of a shot as he can.

Sorell lacks some basic life skills, such as actually understanding how the
reproductive systems work of each gender, and basic medical procedures.
If you need a hand though, he'll be there for you.

He's a great flyer, though he can't swim that well. I guess that's what you get if
you have weighted feather wings.