Age: 16
What are you: Elf (Not the short kind, mind you. A Forest elf. The awesome kind.)
Human Appearance:
Eye Color A kind of blue-green color, very misty because Fletcher is blind.
Hair Color Red (Naturally like that)
Height 6'3
Weight 137
Personality: Fletcher is quiet for the most part, more than a bit shy. He is a hard worker, sincere, and he loves a good laugh. He can be blunt, because he sees things as they are (excuse the pun). He can get a bit, ah, crazy when he gets too much caffeine, which has the same effect on him as too much alcohol. Fletcher is usually the listener, the advice giver, not the most eager to stick his neck out but not too timid. When he gets angry, which is not that often, he is an entirely different elf. The kind of elf you don't want to run into on the street. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Power(s): Fletcher can run very fast (Not that it does him much good. The faster he goes the more likely he will run into something. It is a family trait.) He has voice recognition, meaning that once he hears a voice once he can always identify a person by even the quietest word. He has very sharp ears(Hey, a family trait that is actually useful. fancy that).
Cabin #:2
Likes/Interests/hobbies: Sleeping, the sun, warmth, forests, animals, sleeping in the sun, the outdoors, caffeine, laughing, sleeping, oh, did I mention sleeping, singing, reading (Braille of course), not running into things, and playing the piano.
Dislikes: The cold, staying inside for a long time, being tired, people who make him mad or uncomfortable, running, running into things, tripping, easily offended people, cruel people.
Crush: TBA
Enemies:TBA
History/Bio: Fletcher was born blind. His mother and father, who were both superb archers, were disappointed that their eldest child could not take up the family legacy, but they got over it. Both his parents were famous where they lived, and everyone expected Fletcher to be just extraordinarily gifted at running and archery, but Fletcher ruined their expectations by being a shy, quiet, blind boy with no skill at all with aiming or running without running into things because he couldn't see where he was going. He never really connected with his parents, who favored their second son, who was not blind and skilled at archery. Fletcher only made a few friends at the elfin school he attended, but he was close with all three of them. They spent their days eating chocolate and laughing. The first time Fletcher was truly angry was when he was nine and a cruel group of older boys managed to corner him after school. Four of them had to go to the hospital for various wounds. They didn't bother him after that, and Fletcher had to go to the hospital too because he broke three of the knuckles on his left hand on one boy's face. Fletcher feared getting angry after that, not only because his hand never really felt right again, but because he didn't really want to hurt anyone else. he discovered his skill with the piano soon after his hand healed, his long elfin fingers perfect for playing. He decided to go to this camp this year because he was tired of virtually being ignored at home, and he decided some new atmosphere would be good for him.
Other: Fletcher is blind. He cannot see, and he will not appreciate it if you bother him about that. Or tell him to watch where he's going. And Fletcher is a happy drunk. A very, very happy drunk.