Sorvanth Emelari
O Capricious One
Alias: None yet. Label me, pretty people.
Titles: None yet.
Homeworld: Umbara
Living Situation: Aboard the Isothermal Raven
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single
Force Sensitive: Yes, but has yet to receive training of any sort.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Species: Umbaran
Age: Twenty-two
Sex: Male
Height: 4'9 (146 centimeters)
Weight: 77 lb. (35 kilograms)
Eyes: A pale, icy blue
Hair Color: Short, messy white hair
Skin Tone: Pale
At first glance, Sorvanth appears to be a child in a little red hood. He is a smaller being, physically unimpressive and weak, standing at a measly 4'9. Beneath his hood, cold, sunken eyes stare out from above a smug, almost playful smirk. His face is free from any distinct marking, other than a cut which is runs from his bottom lip to his chin. A ruffled mess of white hair pokes out from underneath.
He dons a simple red hooded cloak to conceal both his face as well as the padded layers of clothing underneath. He attempts to wear clothing light enough to quickly move around in, yet is afraid of whatever lies outside, be it man or the elements. Several small pockets and pouches line the inside of his trusty cloak, hiding a random assortment of miscellaneous objects, as well as whatever weaponry he may be toting at the moment.
Faction: The Primeval
Personal Connections:
None yet. Be my friend.
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- + Silver Tongue - From a very young age, Sorvanth was raised in hopes that he’d become a politician, ready to help re-establish Umbara's importance in the galaxy. While the dreams of relatives long gone may have been dashed, he retained his training. During brief moments of lucidity, some might even say Sorvanth is an eccentric, yet charming, gentleman.
- + Umbaran "Mind Tricks" - Like the rest of his people, Sorvanth has the ability to sense and subtly influence the will of others, dangerous tools in the hands of a madman
- + Clever Girl – Unable to rely on sheer strength, Sorvanth values his wit. He utilizes his own careful planning, the manipulation of others, and his cunning. Knowledge is power, after all.
- ~ Perfectionist – Sorvanth’s ultimate goal is to achieve “blessed perfection,” and he will do whatever it takes to keep things going “according to plan.” While his ruthlessness may be admirable at times, it can cause him to obsess over the details of an ongoing scheme rather than the result.
- ~ Umbaran Sight - Native to a planet perpetually shrouded in darkness, Umbarans have developed ultraviolet vision. This adjustment may allow him to see well in the blackness of his homeworld, but leaves him heavily disoriented when suddenly exposed to bright lights, even being sent into epileptic seizures when around quickly flashing lights.
- - Emotionally Unstable – Often highly stressed, Sorvanth experiences rapid mood swings, ranging from extreme highs to crippling lows. Seemingly calm at one moment, the smallest of thing could cause him to snap. These highs and lows can last anywhere from mere moments to days at a time.
- - Paranoid - The entire galaxy is out to get Sorvanth. He knows it. Despite having the ability to read the intentions of others, his delusions of some sort of hidden motives and harmful intentions often conceal the reality of a situation. When his mind is not occupied, Sorvanth has been known to sink into a state of extreme paranoia.
- - Frail – Sickly and weak, he is not much use in matters that involve the use of brute force. Instead, being both abnormally short and underweight, any sort of physical harm (or exertion) could very well end him. Leave the legwork to the brutes, there's more skillful work to be done elsewhere.
- - Excessively Cruel – Sorvanth derives great pleasure from the misfortunes of others(especially the misfortunes of those he believe are actively against him). Rarely, he partakes in grim festivals and gory rituals to soothe his nerves.
Check back in a while. Don't want to dump crap on you all if I don't have to.
Starships:
The Isothermal Raven (Personal Luxury Yacht 3000)
Kills:
None yet. My body is ready.
Bounties Collected:
Haha nope
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