¤Name: Indra
¤Nicknames: Dim Sum
¤Summoning Day: October 28, 2004
¤Bloom Type: Thistle, specifically a common artichoke of monochromatic gray. It possessed 8 parallel spirals of leaves that spun around into its core. It enjoyed steam baths and had the odd tick of undulating leaves when touched by another feien.
¤Parents: None to speak of!
¤Element: Steam
¤Marking Style: Billowing grey swirls covering his extremities and intimates (or lack there of?)
¤Skin Tone: Oh so pale!
¤Hair Color: A sheet of soft gray with a healthy sheen. It hangs to his posterior and always has a fine luster.
¤Eye Color: Silver with a constant glassy feel.
¤Wings: Sheer gray cloth
¤Distinguishing Marks/Features: None to be seen
¤Genetic Code: AaBBC4C5D1d1EEFf*gg*H5H6IijjK10K10LLm2m2NNOoPPqqRRSs*TtUuVVWWXxYyZ3Z6
¤Talents: Charismatic and intelligent, Indra seem to be able to enter the range of anyone's radar without being shot down. Lucky for him first impressions are lasting ones, because within 5 minutes he is likely to say something nonsensical and perhaps even off putting. He also has begun to feel a strong sense of empathy with the dead without succumbing to the more morbid facets there of.
¤Weaknesses: Aside from physical weaknesses, Indra's greatest shortcoming is pure common sense, of which he has none. For the most part it manifests as a harmless lack of conceptual logic, but it has also lead to accidents with lasting impacts on himself and others
¤Mate: Considers himself to young and too unwise in the ways of the world for such a thing.
¤Children: None
¤Dislikes: While he never would admit to holding distaste for anyone or thing, he has begun to show certain eccentricities that suggest otherwise. All point to a dislike of disorder and disrespect to the dead
¤Fears: Being scorned by anyone and anything. While no one has ever given him cause to, it is likely that he would bend over backwards (or forwards) to please.
¤Quirks: Most of his quirks seem to have grown from the shortcomings in his life. He picks his words a tad too precisely for his speech to come off as natural and flowing and follows absurd paths of logic. He is immensely uncomfortable with the feien concept of death and has begun to blur the lines between life and the lack thereof. When left idle, Indra also has the eccentricity of organizing, and reorganizing, and organizing again until he is interrupted.
¤Rituals: Indra speaks and asks the advice of his gemstone regularly. He has yet to receive a response.
¤Garments and Jewelry: A small silver circlet that he bought only so Shalafi would have something to help him carry back to his place after a visit to the Feien Shoppe.
¤Favorite Colors: Black, white, and gray.
¤Favorite Foods: Lemons and Honey.
¤Favorite Sounds: The burble of water.
¤Favorite Weather: Overcast and gray.
¤Favorite Animal: Indra respects animals as living beings and nothing more.
¤Favorite Scents: The lack of scent.
¤Personality: Indra's path to self-discovery has been a slow one. While it has no particularly hard twists and turns, it never the less has been filled with distractions and detours.
