Having sported a bob of brown braids over his brown skin, it was easy to tell that 5’ Ari enjoyed investing in his looks, despite being in a uniform.
His very dark brown eyes looked about, as he passed people by in the halls.
When one looked more closely, one would notice that he is also thin, and fit with a square face, and high cheekbones, his eyes narrow, and a little slanted.
Ari’s heritage shown well, a mixture of Polish with Navajo.
His French name lingered from a maternal grandfather.
Ari was in fact the spoiled child of a donor for his married mothers, and one in four children all with the same father, but split between the two mothers. He’s a middle child among a brother, and two sisters.
Eventually, he found him. Samuel Stroud.
“Aramis Bijou reporting for duty, Sir.” His voice crackles between high, and low notes like a warm fireplace.