Silent One
Well-Known Member
NAME: Elias Brand
Age: 24
Species: Lorrdian – Brentaalan Hybrid
Gender: Male
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Force Sensitive: Yes — but unaware
Elias carries the quiet, understated look of someone who has spent most of his life in shipyards: lean, wiry, and always smelling faintly of engine grease. His dark hair is trimmed short, kept practical rather than stylish, and his hazel eyes shift between brown and green depending on the light. Those eyes linger on people longer than most — studying, reading, noticing.
His posture tends to be slightly withdrawn, shoulders angled inward, as though he's used to creating as little space as possible in crowded work bays. He wears layered shirts, a reinforced vest, and boots repaired countless times. His movements have a subtle precision, an unconscious echo of his Lorrdian heritage that gives him an alert, perceptive quality.
– Compact tool pouch with micro-spanners, probes, and improvised attachments
– Old spacer jacket with reinforced seams
– A battered holdout blaster he rarely uses
– Smooth, worn pendant of unknown origin
– Datapad filled with sketches, schematics, and half-finished ideas
– Basic survival kit for emergency evacuations
Elias is quiet, thoughtful, and introspective. He listens before he speaks and rarely inserts himself where he isn't needed. He notices the small things — a shift in tone, a tightening of a jaw, the faint hesitation that reveals uncertainty or fear. Most people overlook these signals. Elias never does.
He experiences moments of instinctive clarity: flashes of insight, dread, or certainty that strike without reason. These moments unsettle him. He avoids thinking about them too deeply, worried they mean there's something wrong with him.
More than anything, Elias wants stability — predictable work, consistent routines, and a small life where nothing unexpected reaches too far into his world. What unsettles him isn't the idea of danger, but the quiet suspicion that he might be meant for something larger, something he never asked for.
Elias notices things most people overlook — subtle shifts in behavior, changes in tone, or the early signs of mechanical failure. He never flaunts this ability, but it often puts him a few steps ahead of danger without realizing why. Some of it is his Lorrdian heritage. Some of it is something he has yet to understand.
Years in shipyards taught Elias to understand machines like extensions of himself. He doesn't just read schematics — he feels how systems fit together. Engines, conduits, hull plating… they make sense to him in ways people often don't.
Elias rarely panics. Even when fear hits him hard, he shifts into calm, deliberate focus. His resilience is not loud or heroic — it is quiet, grounded, and enduring.
People overlook him, underestimate him, or forget he's in the room. Elias never considers this an asset, but it often is — he hears things no one meant for him to hear and slips through danger simply because no one thinks to look at the mechanic in the corner.
Elias feels instinctive flashes — fear, certainty, dreams that seem too real. Without training, these episodes confuse him and sometimes drive him to decisions he cannot explain. He fears what he doesn't understand, and the idea that something inside him is growing terrifies him most of all.
Elias is a peacekeeper to a fault. He withdraws, apologizes, or yields rather than confront anyone, even when he's in the right. This makes him easy to overlook and to push aside.
He constantly doubts himself, questioning his worth and dismissing his instincts even when they prove accurate. His self-doubt limits him far more than any actual lack of ability.
Elias owns a holdout blaster because he was told he needed one — not because he trusts it. He has no training, no comfort with weapons, and no desire to fight. In a dangerous galaxy, this leaves him vulnerable and afraid.
Elias Brand was born in the industrial corridors of Brentaal IV, where starships filled the sky, and the rhythm of life was measured in the clatter of tools and the hum of repulsors. His mother worked maintenance in the shipyards, shaping him through patience, discipline, and steady hands. His father, a quiet Lorrdian with knowing eyes, taught him to listen to the space between words — to pay attention to posture, tone, and the subtle signals most people never see.
Even as a boy, Elias noticed things others didn't: when an argument would start before voices rose, when a component would fail before any diagnostic caught it, when the tension in a room shifted like a change in weather. His father called it a gift. Elias assumed everyone felt the world this way.
Yet some moments were harder to explain. A tool sliding across a table during an emotional spike. Dreams that played out in reality days later. A sudden need to move seconds before a falling crate would have crushed him. He hid these experiences, afraid they made him strange.
At nineteen, a restlessness pushed him to leave Brentaal IV. He drifted from shipyard to shipyard across the Core — Kuat, Denon, Commenor — patching hulls, wiring conduits, and fixing hyperdrives in places he never meant to stay. He told himself he was chasing opportunity, but the truth was simpler: he felt drawn forward by something he could never name.
Recently, the strange sensations — the instincts, the dreams, the unexplainable moments — have become more frequent. Harder to ignore. Sometimes frightening.
Elias wants a small life, predictable and safe.
But something larger has already taken notice of him.
And soon, the mechanic who tries so hard to stay unseen may find that the galaxy has other plans.
Age: 24
Species: Lorrdian – Brentaalan Hybrid
Gender: Male
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Force Sensitive: Yes — but unaware
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Elias carries the quiet, understated look of someone who has spent most of his life in shipyards: lean, wiry, and always smelling faintly of engine grease. His dark hair is trimmed short, kept practical rather than stylish, and his hazel eyes shift between brown and green depending on the light. Those eyes linger on people longer than most — studying, reading, noticing.
His posture tends to be slightly withdrawn, shoulders angled inward, as though he's used to creating as little space as possible in crowded work bays. He wears layered shirts, a reinforced vest, and boots repaired countless times. His movements have a subtle precision, an unconscious echo of his Lorrdian heritage that gives him an alert, perceptive quality.
INVENTORY
– Compact tool pouch with micro-spanners, probes, and improvised attachments
– Old spacer jacket with reinforced seams
– A battered holdout blaster he rarely uses
– Smooth, worn pendant of unknown origin
– Datapad filled with sketches, schematics, and half-finished ideas
– Basic survival kit for emergency evacuations
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Elias is quiet, thoughtful, and introspective. He listens before he speaks and rarely inserts himself where he isn't needed. He notices the small things — a shift in tone, a tightening of a jaw, the faint hesitation that reveals uncertainty or fear. Most people overlook these signals. Elias never does.
He experiences moments of instinctive clarity: flashes of insight, dread, or certainty that strike without reason. These moments unsettle him. He avoids thinking about them too deeply, worried they mean there's something wrong with him.
More than anything, Elias wants stability — predictable work, consistent routines, and a small life where nothing unexpected reaches too far into his world. What unsettles him isn't the idea of danger, but the quiet suspicion that he might be meant for something larger, something he never asked for.
STRENGTHS
Quiet Perception
Elias notices things most people overlook — subtle shifts in behavior, changes in tone, or the early signs of mechanical failure. He never flaunts this ability, but it often puts him a few steps ahead of danger without realizing why. Some of it is his Lorrdian heritage. Some of it is something he has yet to understand.
Hands Built for Work
Years in shipyards taught Elias to understand machines like extensions of himself. He doesn't just read schematics — he feels how systems fit together. Engines, conduits, hull plating… they make sense to him in ways people often don't.
Steadfast Under Pressure
Elias rarely panics. Even when fear hits him hard, he shifts into calm, deliberate focus. His resilience is not loud or heroic — it is quiet, grounded, and enduring.
Unassuming Presence
People overlook him, underestimate him, or forget he's in the room. Elias never considers this an asset, but it often is — he hears things no one meant for him to hear and slips through danger simply because no one thinks to look at the mechanic in the corner.
WEAKNESSES
Untrained Force Sensitivity
Elias feels instinctive flashes — fear, certainty, dreams that seem too real. Without training, these episodes confuse him and sometimes drive him to decisions he cannot explain. He fears what he doesn't understand, and the idea that something inside him is growing terrifies him most of all.
Avoids Conflict at All Costs
Elias is a peacekeeper to a fault. He withdraws, apologizes, or yields rather than confront anyone, even when he's in the right. This makes him easy to overlook and to push aside.
Carries Quiet Doubt
He constantly doubts himself, questioning his worth and dismissing his instincts even when they prove accurate. His self-doubt limits him far more than any actual lack of ability.
Not Trained for Violence
Elias owns a holdout blaster because he was told he needed one — not because he trusts it. He has no training, no comfort with weapons, and no desire to fight. In a dangerous galaxy, this leaves him vulnerable and afraid.
HISTORY
Elias Brand was born in the industrial corridors of Brentaal IV, where starships filled the sky, and the rhythm of life was measured in the clatter of tools and the hum of repulsors. His mother worked maintenance in the shipyards, shaping him through patience, discipline, and steady hands. His father, a quiet Lorrdian with knowing eyes, taught him to listen to the space between words — to pay attention to posture, tone, and the subtle signals most people never see.
Even as a boy, Elias noticed things others didn't: when an argument would start before voices rose, when a component would fail before any diagnostic caught it, when the tension in a room shifted like a change in weather. His father called it a gift. Elias assumed everyone felt the world this way.
Yet some moments were harder to explain. A tool sliding across a table during an emotional spike. Dreams that played out in reality days later. A sudden need to move seconds before a falling crate would have crushed him. He hid these experiences, afraid they made him strange.
At nineteen, a restlessness pushed him to leave Brentaal IV. He drifted from shipyard to shipyard across the Core — Kuat, Denon, Commenor — patching hulls, wiring conduits, and fixing hyperdrives in places he never meant to stay. He told himself he was chasing opportunity, but the truth was simpler: he felt drawn forward by something he could never name.
Recently, the strange sensations — the instincts, the dreams, the unexplainable moments — have become more frequent. Harder to ignore. Sometimes frightening.
Elias wants a small life, predictable and safe.
But something larger has already taken notice of him.
And soon, the mechanic who tries so hard to stay unseen may find that the galaxy has other plans.