Perfectionist
Birth Name: Iriaan Sakor
Faction: The Iron Empire
Rank: Neutral Apprentice, Technomancer
Species: Human
Title(s): The Anvil
Faction(s): The Iron Empire
Age: Twenty-four
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 83kg
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde naturally, though shaved.
Skin: Midtone Caucasian
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Allignment: Neutral
Strengths:
+ Genius; His designs and work have been recognised across the galaxy. Able to construct a weapons from meer parts.
+ Fast; Quick, in combat and when creating something, he is known to work at extremely fast speeds.
+ Loyal; He is known to stay true to a cause, if he chooses to see it in the correct light.
Weaknesses:
- Not the best swordsman; He will be able to defend himself, though usually sticks to using techonology to aid his fight as his swordsmanship is far from expert.
- Far too absorbed; When Iriaan involves himself with a project, he becomes completely obssesed and will not rest until the project is completed.
- Never let him drive; He cannot fly a ship at all, always choosing to ride with another or hire a pilot.
Appearance:
Iriaan is a human, known to keep a clean shave across his head and face. He stands at an average height, and a muscular build. Most likely due to his job. He is usually seen wearing long coats, with fur pouring from the top. Along with this, more lately he can be seen wearing armour across his chest. Usually carrying a sword of sorts. Although his weapon of choice was either a large axe or a war hammer, of sorts.
His armour is usually polished and kept pristine, though his face is usually covered in dirt and smoke from his occupation. His eyes glare out a green shine, as his teeth remain extremely white. A scar can be seen running through his right eyebrow. Along with another running down his back, though that is usually unseen to most, along with a tattoo in the same place in an attempt to cover the scar up. Minor burns cover his palms, from previous accidents in the workshop.
Biography:
Iriaan was born to two originally seeming, normal parents. Ivisa and Kargi Sakor. The local blacksmith owners. They worked countless hours to provide, remaining a small shop. They made a decent income, though from a young age Iriaan took a shine to the art. Even though his mother discouraged him, his father taught him the important factors of engineering from a young age. Hoping one day, he'd break the cycle and become something more than just owning the blacksmith.
He had finished school with outstanding grades, surpassing all in his class. Though, he was bullied because of his intelligence, simply because the other kids didn't understand him. Why he knew everything. Why he spent his break and lunches reading. He was alien to them.
Finishing school was a relief to Iriaan. He had left all behind that held him down, and was ready to begin a new chapter in his life, show he opened his first shop. Almost half way across the world from his parent's shop. He wanted to be new. not a repeat. He chose to go as far away from them as possible. It took time but eventually he funded enough to move off-world. He set up his shop on Mayferria, a general normal world. His business was booming, and eventually the world... saw war. The Iron Empire conquerred Mayferria, and Iriaan watched in awe.
If anything this was the start of Iriaan's true, career.