the friend-maker
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[SIZE=10.5pt]NAME: Sairyse Castor[/SIZE]
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Anzat
AGE: 99
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 170 cm
WEIGHT: 58 kg
EYES: Grey
HAIR: White
SKIN: Grey-tinted
LANGUAGES: Basic (Fluent), Anzat (Native)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
It's better to be hurt than to hurt others.
S T R E N G T H S - W E A K N E S S E [SIZE=18pt]S .[/SIZE]
+ Silent Night: From biological advantages to a general lack [SIZE=10.5pt]of[/SIZE] presence, he's got stealth on his side.
+ Time to Kill: With lifespans spanning hundreds if not thousands of years, [SIZE=10.5pt]Sairyse[/SIZE] can afford to play the waiting game.
+ Unsuspecting: He looks young, he technically is by Anzat standards, but he's still got nearly a century of experience on his side. Despite that, he doesn't really give off the vibe of a natural born predator, all the better for getting in places undetected.
- I Can Stop at any Time: While soup keeps Anzat strong, one can survive without it. Like most forbidden fruit, however, once it's tasted, one cannot simply stop. The hunger is consuming, leaving Sairyse no choice but to kill again and again.
- Gentle Beast: Unless pushed, Sairyse is one that much prefers peaceful resolution over violence. He's almost always on the defensive, both in combat and general life skills. When he is pushed to his limit, however, he's completely unhinged, acting out of sheer animosity rather than reason.
P E R S O N A L I T [SIZE=18pt]Y .[/SIZE]
Quiet and eager to please, Sairyse is one who tries to cater to everyone. He’s one to scarcely call the shots, [SIZE=10.5pt]preferring[/SIZE] to let someone else take the lead and by extension, the glory. He’s an odd sort, for an Anzat. Once possessing a gentle temperament and a fairly friendly disposition, he was a late bloomer among his people, not even trying soup on his own accord. The moment he did add someone to the Sea of Memory, it was too late for him. Caught in the addiction, unable to control his primal urges, he succumbed to the hunt and, in effect, the Dark Side.
B I O G R A P H [SIZE=18pt]Y .[/SIZE]
Among his own kind, Sairyse would easily be singled as the odd one out. Taken into the Jedi before he would know the taste of soup, he didn’t fall to the same pitfalls of addiction as his fellow Anzat did. Instead, he passed for your average near human, only stronger and slow to age. For the most [SIZE=10.5pt]part [/SIZE]raised outside of the deadly culture of his people, he still had a tendency to revert to more animalistic methods when pushed in combat. This made him a dangerous foe on the rare occasions in which he did lose control.
Still, he followed the Jedi dogma. A nervous fellow, he wasn’t quite confident enough to really excel. He had a tendency to remain too passive, better at carrying out direction than giving them. With that in mind, he was incredibly devout in carrying out orders as they were given. So much so in fact that he was one very easily trapped while running errands for his master, giving the Sith the perfect opportunity to get their hooks into him.
[SIZE=10.5pt]NAME: Sairyse Castor[/SIZE]
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Anzat
AGE: 99
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 170 cm
WEIGHT: 58 kg
EYES: Grey
HAIR: White
SKIN: Grey-tinted
LANGUAGES: Basic (Fluent), Anzat (Native)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
It's better to be hurt than to hurt others.
S T R E N G T H S - W E A K N E S S E [SIZE=18pt]S .[/SIZE]
+ Silent Night: From biological advantages to a general lack [SIZE=10.5pt]of[/SIZE] presence, he's got stealth on his side.
+ Time to Kill: With lifespans spanning hundreds if not thousands of years, [SIZE=10.5pt]Sairyse[/SIZE] can afford to play the waiting game.
+ Unsuspecting: He looks young, he technically is by Anzat standards, but he's still got nearly a century of experience on his side. Despite that, he doesn't really give off the vibe of a natural born predator, all the better for getting in places undetected.
- I Can Stop at any Time: While soup keeps Anzat strong, one can survive without it. Like most forbidden fruit, however, once it's tasted, one cannot simply stop. The hunger is consuming, leaving Sairyse no choice but to kill again and again.
- Gentle Beast: Unless pushed, Sairyse is one that much prefers peaceful resolution over violence. He's almost always on the defensive, both in combat and general life skills. When he is pushed to his limit, however, he's completely unhinged, acting out of sheer animosity rather than reason.
P E R S O N A L I T [SIZE=18pt]Y .[/SIZE]
Quiet and eager to please, Sairyse is one who tries to cater to everyone. He’s one to scarcely call the shots, [SIZE=10.5pt]preferring[/SIZE] to let someone else take the lead and by extension, the glory. He’s an odd sort, for an Anzat. Once possessing a gentle temperament and a fairly friendly disposition, he was a late bloomer among his people, not even trying soup on his own accord. The moment he did add someone to the Sea of Memory, it was too late for him. Caught in the addiction, unable to control his primal urges, he succumbed to the hunt and, in effect, the Dark Side.
B I O G R A P H [SIZE=18pt]Y .[/SIZE]
Among his own kind, Sairyse would easily be singled as the odd one out. Taken into the Jedi before he would know the taste of soup, he didn’t fall to the same pitfalls of addiction as his fellow Anzat did. Instead, he passed for your average near human, only stronger and slow to age. For the most [SIZE=10.5pt]part [/SIZE]raised outside of the deadly culture of his people, he still had a tendency to revert to more animalistic methods when pushed in combat. This made him a dangerous foe on the rare occasions in which he did lose control.
Still, he followed the Jedi dogma. A nervous fellow, he wasn’t quite confident enough to really excel. He had a tendency to remain too passive, better at carrying out direction than giving them. With that in mind, he was incredibly devout in carrying out orders as they were given. So much so in fact that he was one very easily trapped while running errands for his master, giving the Sith the perfect opportunity to get their hooks into him.
