Valarr Vaelaros
Wraith
NAME: Valarr Vaelaros
FACTION: None so far
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Alderaanian
AGE: 21
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3''
WEIGHT: Thirteen stone, four pounds
EYES: Purple
HAIR: Coal black
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
+ Strong and fast; he is a very effective fighter, although inexperienced in true combat
- Moderately talented in the Force, however, the talent is raw and needs to be refined and hammered into being useful; this power is not his speciality and is just a aide to his swordsmanship. Valarr sees the Force only as a means to an end, and to not be concerned about how he could wield it as a proper weapon.
+/- Incredibly ambitious; Valarr always had aspirations and hopes above his station, perhaps becoming his downfall
+ Intelligent and quick to pick up on ideas, he holds a quick wit and is fast to crack jokes
+ Eager to learn
- Quick to smart at slights
- Inexperienced and cocky in duels
- At the forefront of conflict, potentially endangering himself and others
- Brash and confident, potentially quite disliked.
APPEARANCE:
Valarr is a lean, slim young man, and is quick in his movements. He is taller than average, but his tallness is not his defining feature, merely an addition to his already impressive figure. Upon the top of his defined head, a mop of thick coal black hair is planted onto his scalp, regularly falling over his eyes, resulting in constant trimming or fixing. He has a nose twice broken, a result of multiple bar fights on Alderaan in his younger years, but that does not detract from his appearance, merely making him look a tad more imposing. He has no scars to speak of as yet, but the future, it seems, is bright in scars for this young man. His purple eyes were a trait of his mother, her coming from a venerable family of Naboo, the deep dark eyes typical of his family. He also inherited a lot of his features from his father, the second son of the head of House Vaelaros of Alderaan, as old a family as the name implies, the stark but lean facial features; high cheekbones and defined features, and the thick raven-black hair of his ancestors.
BIOGRAPHY:
Borne of two noble houses, Valarr is of noble blood by birth, but by his actions, you would surely think otherwise. Twenty-one years of his life, he had always been the roguish type, refusing to settle into his life as the second son of a second son. He is not set to inherit a thing, Valarr discovered and acknowledged this many a year ago, and so he set to travelling, and to put his wits and talents to the test, to surely become the greatest there had ever been, or to surely die trying. He had always knew he had... talents. And by talents, it was meant as the gift of the Force. Valaar had never truly seeked to develop it before now, but he seeks to enhance his skills, perhaps by experience, or under the influence of a master. (will finish in time, when I see fit)
SHIP:
None.
KILLS:
None (yet)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Nah.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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