In Umbris Potestas Est
NAME: Lyance. (Lie-en-s)
FACTION: My Nelvaanian tribe.
RANK: Hunter/ Warrior/ Minuteman.
SPECIES: Nelvaanian.
AGE: 17.
GENDER: Male.
HEIGHT: 6 ft.
WEIGHT: 160 lbs.
EYES: Black.
HAIR: Black. Long.
SKIN: Dark Blue.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
Gear: Bow and arrows. Spear. Knife. Shield. Cloak. Poison.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
My strengths are: acute senses (these of course include sight, hearing, and smell), impressive stamina and damage threshold, and the ability to fast for longer than humans.
My weaknesses: Pride. The urge to be the most important person has gotten people killed. Impatience. My blood calls for the spilling of others'.
SHIP:
We have no ships in the tribe. We plan to stay for life on Nelvaan.
BIOGRAPHY:
I was the simple pup of a hunter. I grew up normally on Nelvaan. As soon as i came of age, I was cast out on my own to survive; to prove myself to the tribe. I came back a hero. This was short lived; as that night, a strange ship was spotted on the horizon. We had seen the droids before, but none in this number. My father went to help the ambush group, leaving my mother, my younger brother, sister, and I to fend for ourselves when he did not return. His death was never truly confirmed, but I have to believe it is, for the family's sake. I work, I hunt, I have taken up my father's role in the tribe. I grew, and became the huntsmen he would want me to be. The tribe is flourishing, and there is nothing left for me to do on Nelvaan anymore. I must leave, and truly seek my fate in the universe.
Nightmares are worse every night. Darkness, then a light glow in the distance. the light shines brighter an envelops me. No telling if it is white or red. Strength or thirst for vengeance. Time will tell.
My master, Eli. has shown me a still more excellent way. The way of the Family. Which we are all a part of. Won't you join us?
FACTION: My Nelvaanian tribe.
RANK: Hunter/ Warrior/ Minuteman.
SPECIES: Nelvaanian.
AGE: 17.
GENDER: Male.
HEIGHT: 6 ft.
WEIGHT: 160 lbs.
EYES: Black.
HAIR: Black. Long.
SKIN: Dark Blue.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
Gear: Bow and arrows. Spear. Knife. Shield. Cloak. Poison.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
My strengths are: acute senses (these of course include sight, hearing, and smell), impressive stamina and damage threshold, and the ability to fast for longer than humans.
My weaknesses: Pride. The urge to be the most important person has gotten people killed. Impatience. My blood calls for the spilling of others'.
SHIP:
We have no ships in the tribe. We plan to stay for life on Nelvaan.
BIOGRAPHY:
I was the simple pup of a hunter. I grew up normally on Nelvaan. As soon as i came of age, I was cast out on my own to survive; to prove myself to the tribe. I came back a hero. This was short lived; as that night, a strange ship was spotted on the horizon. We had seen the droids before, but none in this number. My father went to help the ambush group, leaving my mother, my younger brother, sister, and I to fend for ourselves when he did not return. His death was never truly confirmed, but I have to believe it is, for the family's sake. I work, I hunt, I have taken up my father's role in the tribe. I grew, and became the huntsmen he would want me to be. The tribe is flourishing, and there is nothing left for me to do on Nelvaan anymore. I must leave, and truly seek my fate in the universe.
Nightmares are worse every night. Darkness, then a light glow in the distance. the light shines brighter an envelops me. No telling if it is white or red. Strength or thirst for vengeance. Time will tell.
My master, Eli. has shown me a still more excellent way. The way of the Family. Which we are all a part of. Won't you join us?