Graceful, disciplined steps are sometimes substituted by odd twitches of fingers and shoulders as the young Genasi moves. Walking soundlessly, his feet never seeming to touch the ground as if sliding on a thin layer of air. At first glance, the young Genasi gives an impression best compared to the calmth before a thunderstorm, never knowing when it could burst. This image is echoed in his personality, making the sparkling monk calm and friendly at best, impulsive and blunt at worst.
Not shy about his body the young Genasi shows of his muscular blue/grey chest and arms by wearing nothing but white wide fitting pants, a smile and white wraps around his wrists and fists. On the battlefield his bright white eyes flare up as arcs of white lightning hum quietly until they latch on to a larger sparks in his long, spiky dark blue hair, buzzing for a split second before disappearing again. Likewise, his blunt weapon-like hands sends tiny arches of lightning to anything touched gently and turn into white flashing blurs when used to deliver quick successions of powerful punches.
The highly superstitious Stormsoul Genasi kill every child born under a full moon at LeargisMaeil, the feast of Storms, to fight the long foretold prophecy of the demise of the Stormlord. As one of these children, Tlaloc was never supposed to live today.
It was the cunning, cruelty and love of one woman saved him that day. By switching Tlaloc for one of the other justborn on the night of his birth she had the Genasi noble Mal'Avorn Mokdael unknowingly execute his own son. In doing so, Tlaloc took the dead son's place in the royal courts, leading a peaceful and disciplined life as a Genasi noble the following ten years. At his tenth birthday however, an adventurer by the name of Douven Stahl entered the city. The experienced adventurer managed to somehow unravel the events as they took place the night Tlaloc should have been killed, and started to fear for the safety of the young Genasi. Under the guise of his apprenticeship he took the young Genasi under his wing and left/fled the City of Birds before the truth was uncovered completely.
Eight years later, Tlaloc still thinks himself a noble as he trains under the guidance of the man that unknowingly (to Tlaloc) saved him from certain death for the second time in his so far short life, still looking forward to some day returning his home - to a City that would welcome the full-grown noble with open arms...