Aries
Aries is trekking through the woods in his backyard. He has his sign tattooed on his shoulder, shown off by his fire red tank top. The ram picture on his shorts is hidden by his canteen filled with water. His backpack also has a ram on it, which was filled with supplies, along with cool things he's found so far. The ring on his finger has a diamond embedded in it; his stone. He has his compass, so he knows he won't get lost.
"What an adventure," Aries says, looking around, "I haven't been here before."
Aries comes across a stream and sits beside it, taking a very short break, as he is up again in a minute. He continues on his way, not following any sort of path.
After a while he finds the stream again and starts to fish. He quickly catches one and uses fire- his element- to cook it. He's great at anything to do with survival- or exploring.
"Time to head home," Aries decides, "Mom'll be worried."
Aries heads home and goes inside. His mom asks him where he's been, and he tells her.
"I've been in the woods," Aries answers simply.
"You didn't tell me where you were going," Aries's mom says angrily.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Aries apologizes, "I was just excited."
"Go to your room," Aries's mom says, "And don't leave all night."
Aries groaned at the thought of being confined to his room, without hope of exploration.
