Cairyn Midore
Use may be fatal.
Catch me I'm falling...
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B A S I C S .NAME: Cairyn Midore (k-EYE-ren mi-DOOR)
RANK: Gamemaster
SPECIES: Teevan
AGE: 17
SEX: Male (assumed)
HEIGHT: 5’2”
WEIGHT: 124 lbs
EYES: Very green, very big, very ineffective.
HAIR: Short, black, adorable
SKIN: Pale, silver-hued
VOICE SAMPLE: Aaron Tveit - Gabe Goodman
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Catch me I'm falling...
S T R E N G T H S .
- Flexibility/Acrobatics: As a Teevan, Cairyn's flexibility and agility are beyond the feats of human. As a performer, his skills only increased, making him capable of intricate acrobatic routines without so much as breaking a sweat.- Deception: Not in the sense that he's a master manipulator. More like he'll tell the most ridiculous of lies without so much as blinking, or simply continue talking until he gets his way.
- Beastmaster: While having no empathy for people, Cairyn's interactions with beasts are so genuine, they're almost pure in nature. He connects with them on levels one would think he's worked with each particular animal since their early childhood. While Griz is accepted as the den mother, Cairyn's deemed either master or the small child who should be protected.
- Dexterity: Agility plus flexibility equals a pretty dexterous kiddo.
Faster than anyone should.
W E A K N E S S E S .
- Empty Shell: Cairyn has no regard for anyone's emotional or physical well being. Why, he scarcely acknowledges his own. Allies are not a thing he finds easy to come by and when he does manage it, it's often short-lived.
- Vision: The kiddo needs glasses. 'Nough said.
- Endurance: Due to a childhood injury, particularly strenuous activity involving his left ankle is doomed to go bad.
- Self-control: There is no filter.
- Experience: He talks big, yet his actual time out in the field is nearly nonexistent.
- Zap: With both Orbalisk armor and Sraosha implanted in him, even the slightest bit of electricity can have devastating results.
- I Don't Feel Anything: In an effort to continue functioning after sustaining grievous injuries at Darth Carnifex's hands, Cairyn took on using painkillers. With his lack of self-control and the Sraosha hardly helping, he's formed quite an addiction.
- Self Preservation: Just as he has no recognition of others emotion, he's quite horrible at reading situations, particularly ones that can and will land him in danger. He's a danger more to himself than to others.
- Having huge ambitions but no real plans to achieve them.
Catch me I'm falling...
A P P E A R A N C E .Possessing a mostly androgynous body and voice, Cairyn could very well pass for either a young boy or a slightly older female and he uses this fact as a source of both infiltration and entertainment. Black hair, large green eyes, and an unnerving smile, his face is leaning towards the round side and his hair is typically cut short in a manner that emphasizes the roundness of said face. Fitted with poor eyesight, he's often seen with large-framed glasses that almost resemble goggles. He has a gymnast's body, capable of feats of mass flexibility that would be impossible for mere humans. In regards to clothing, he keeps things simple, dressing in no particular fashion and making no attempts to make things easier for those who try and guess his gender.
As Cairyn ages, not much changes save that he grows taller and lankier. Still considered small and often mistaken for being a couple years younger, the gender confusion isn't nearly as evident, but it still wouldn't be entirely difficult for him to pose as either. As age progresses, so does his style. His hair no longer frames his face in such a way to make it look rounder, rather he can appear rather gaunt in the right lighting.
Please hear me calling...
P E R S O N A L I T Y .
- To put in a few words; manipulative, proud, horrible. Cairyn's the type of person to commit any sort of atrocity with a smile and deny his guilt with that same smile while refusing to provide any evidence of his innocence. Granted, he'd say that without having experienced any real atrocity for himself. He takes full advantage of his youth, despite being legitimately enraged should anyone else use it. In formal or unfamiliar settings, he takes on a rather childish persona, appearing easily excitable and unable to think things out before he says them. Facade or not, he takes great joy in offending and confusing others, even if it puts him at risk of injury.
- Antisocial Personality Disorder; a chronic mental condition in which a person's ways of thinking, perceiving situations and relating to others are dysfunctional and destructive, typically having no regard for right and wrong and often disregarding the rights, wishes, and feelings of others. In Cairyn's case, he doesn't quite understand emotions, only how to manipulate them. Some emotions; like rage and boredom, he understands fairly well. Others such as love are completely beyond him and seem like a waste of time. With this comes a warped sense of morality wherein a person's worth is measured by how much Cairyn has a use for them. To compensate for his apparent lack of empathy, Cairyn's childish facade often involves blowing small reactions far out of proportion.
- There are few things Cairyn hates more than people whose status or rank was given based off of age. For this reason, he's grown to be quite patronizing towards those older and of rank, for example, emphasizing 'mister' or 'sir' far more than necessary. Should just any old person try and order this young'n about, it wouldn't be too strange for Cairyn to respond with thinly veiled threats or plain as day promises of destruction. Needless to say, this one needs a tight leash, especially at formal events.
Catch me I'm falling for good.
Midore, Bast Castle, 835 ABY
M O V E M E N T .
A gymnast of the highest caliber one can reach at his age, Cairyn could move with the grace and serenity of a sugarplum fairy. He doesn't. He does, however, move in hyperbole. There's an overemphasis on arm swinging, an unnecessary skip in his step. Anything a child a few years younger would do, he's at least tried, just to see if it'll get a reaction out of people. Cairyn's always tripping over his own feet, scrambling to get somewhere as if he's late (that is unless he's skipping). All of it is, in his own mind, a power play, meant to make him appear even smaller than he already is.
In combat, he's always on the move. His petite frame has lost some mobility due to the weight of Orbalisk armor, but the adrenaline boost the armor provides nearly negates that. What it doesn't negate, it makes up for in sheer durability. The Orbalisks can take a couple hits, something Cairyn capitalizes on in a heated match. His combat style itself is reliant on his mobility, seldom attacking and more interested in letting his adversaries wear themselves out. When he does attack, that too is an exaggeration, complete with wide swings and unpolished lunges.
All this being said, he's not incapable of control. With a scalpel in hand, he can be very precise in dissection. No, capability has nothing to do with it, he just chooses not to. It's far more fun to feign incompetence, trick others into doing the dirty work for him, lure them into a false sense of security.
