15 years old
Saydri is a blonde, as the far South people still tend to be - his hair is sandy blonde, his eyes are blue, and his skin is tanned, but still paler than either of the other two. He's build tall and broad, but hasn't really grown into it yet; he has big hands and big feet, but his body doesn't have the breadth of chest yet that it probably will. He stands almost a head taller than the two girls.
He has the long, almost-pointed-seeming nose that's common in ethnically Bitrani people, and thin, pale eyebrows that almost vanish into his skin
He grew up in a rather fanatical household, deep in the South, where rebellion is still a whispered idea. His family is very deeply religious, in the old form that is not practiced anywhere else, and they speak Bitrani, which has fallen from use everywhere else on the continent.
He's quiet, shy-seeming, with a fiery temper that boils just under the surface and will erupt at the oddest provocation.
He was "chosen" for the school by a government project that seeks to make sure Calenyen ideas are percolated through the youth of the whole country, and he does not particularly want to be here.
He needs to learn to control his temper, to find a balancing point between his faith, his nationalism, and the reality of the world he lives in. He will struggle with the education and the language and find his own identity.
Also, there will be clothing shenanigans.
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