Teel was awesome. He knew it, his parents knew it, he was sure, and so did the whole town. His grandfather, Lord ZoBell, was an awesome lord, as the whole town constantly claimed, and his mother was often named by her friend as the best tailor ever. Though if that was true, Teel was still trying to figure out why they laughed at him so much. But still. Teel was awesome. And he would stop the Koloss and the Spiked all on his own.
He was still confused about the concept of the Spiked. How could stabbing yourself with a bit of tin turn you evil? He himself had a steel earing his grandma had made him for his sixth birthday, and he felt fine.
“Teeeeel! Come back here THIS INSTANT”
That was his mother. She was, he thought, the only one who wasn’t thoroughly convinced he was incredible.
“Teel! Where are you going? How did you get out of your room? And what have you done to your clothes!?” She was irate, in the light blue dress his daddy, Felt, had bought for her. He was dressed in one of his yellow tunics, the one with purple embroidery.
His daddy was awesome, but in a strange way. He didn’t seem to age, and once, he had picked up that huge tree that had almost crushed Yetta. ‘Invested’ was the term that goofy one, Joshua, had used.
”I said, what did you do to your best shirt!!?!?”
Oh.
Right.
“I needed to stop the monsters!” For Spiked were monsters, as everyone said. “To do that, I had to get out of my room! I did manage to overpower the doorstop; I just had to lean back on it really hard.” And of course in the process, he had gotten ash all over his shirt, and gotten a big rip in the back. But sacrifices were necessary to stop the bad guys.
He had to run, he realized. This was his chance to be like his dad, who was really awesome, and he couldn’t use it if his mom locked him in his room again.
He dodges away, slipping out of his mom’s grip as she grabbed for him. He always had been good at slipping around.
He was going to be Awesome.
Name: Teel
Profession: 10-year-old
Character trait: Literaly just a male Scadrian Lift