"Wh-where are you, mom...?" [i]It was the lonely cry of a young boy, searching for his lost mother; whether it was the mother who was lost, or him, it was uncertain. The boy wandered the dojo courtyard near where Terrek had set up his picnic blanket; he appeared to be around age 13, and was rather tall for his age, at 5'5". He was skinny, also; his body type was a combination between ectomorph and mesomorph. He had a head of pale, blond hair, and smooth, pale skin; his eyes were a solemn aquamarine, however they were fogged over; he wasn't blind, but he clearly had a vision disability. He wore simple, ragged clothes; a torn, dirty white t-shirt, and black sweatpants with holes in the legs. His feet were bare, covered in dirt and soot; multiple scrapes could be seen, however the bleeding had long stopped. The boy continued to wander, slowly aimlessly drawing closer to Terrek.[/i]