Character Runar Ulfsson

[Runar Ulfsson]

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  Name: Runar Ulfsson
  Species: Human
  Age: 32
  Gender: Male
  Height: 6'2"
  Weight: 175lbs
  Homeworld: Stewjon
  Faction: N/A
  Rank: N/A
  
  Runar Ulfsson was born on a world forgotten left alone, on a cold, windswept planet where survival was the only law. From a young age, he felt the stirrings of the Force, though in his isolation he had no name for it. When the Sith came, they did not ask, they claimed. His power was raw and untamed, and to the Sith he was a weapon to be sharpened. They gave him knowledge, strength, and purpose, teaching him to bend the Force to his will. For years he reveled in it, believing himself forged into something unbreakable.
  
  But the Sith way was never unity, it was a crucible of betrayal. Runar’s masters demanded victory without compassion, demanded power without restraint, and demanded loyalty that was never returned. He saw comrades turned to ash by ambition, apprentices discarded like broken blades, and masters who whispered of freedom even as they chained him tighter to their will. Though he wore the mantle of Sith, his spirit began to fracture. He questioned, he doubted, and worst of all, he remembered. Memories of his family, his lost home, and the fleeting warmth of trust gnawed at him.
  
  The breaking point came when he was ordered to slaughter an enclave of innocents accused of harboring those who had defied their will. He carried out the task without hesitation, but when the smoke cleared and silence fell, Runar felt nothing but the weight of their stares, burning into him even in death. The Sith called it triumph. He called it damnation. In that moment, he realized he had not mastered the dark side, it had mastered him. And so, when opportunity struck, he turned his blade not against the weak, but against his own masters. His rebellion was quiet, bloody, and incomplete; he escaped with his life, though the scars of his choice burned deeper than any wound.
  
  Now, Runar walks a narrow path few dare tread. Among the light, he is a reminder of what they fear becoming. Among the Sith, he is branded a traitor, hunted without mercy. To those he aids, he is a grim protector, a blade that cuts without hesitation yet seeks no glory. He does not preach of light or darkness, only of choice, and the weight of living with it. His presence unsettles as often as it inspires, for he does not conceal his flaws. He carries them openly, as scars earned and lessons paid in blood.
  
  In the end, Runar Ulfsson is neither one of light or dark. He is a wanderer, bound by a past he cannot escape and a future he cannot predict. His path is written not in absolutes but in shades of gray, forged by pain and tempered by reluctant hope. He knows that redemption is never complete, that the darkness within him will never vanish. But he also knows that every step forward, every choice to protect rather than destroy, is a defiance against the Order that once enslaved him. And for Runar, that defiance is enough.
  
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  Tall and slender, Runar carries himself with the effortless poise of nobility, every movement measured and deliberate. His features are sharp and refined, high cheekbones, a sculpted jawline, and a mouth often curled in the faint suggestion of either charm or cunning. Pale skin catches the light easily, lending him an ethereal quality that makes him appear at once approachable and untouchable.
  
  His eyes are a striking shade of blue-green, gleaming with intelligence and the glimmer of unspoken secrets. Expressive brows lend every look weight, whether piercing with intensity or slyly amused, his gaze lingers longer than most dare to hold.
  
  Dark hair, often slicked back but prone to curling if left wild, frames his face like a crown of shadow. It adds to his dual nature: cultivated refinement masking something more roguish beneath. When unkempt, it gives him the look of a trickster; when styled, that of a courtly lord or commanding officer.
  
  His presence is commanding not by sheer physicality but by aura. Though lacking the broad frame of a warrior, his straight posture, long stride, and calculated gestures make him impossible to overlook. He dominates space quietly, a man whose silence often speaks louder than others’ shouts.
  
  
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  Strengths​
  
  + Charismatic Manipulator – His natural charm and eloquence make him a master of persuasion. Whether weaving lies or truths, he can sway conversations, disarm suspicion, and earn trust even when it isn’t deserved.
  
  + Keen Intellect & Strategy – Highly analytical, he excels at reading people and situations, often anticipating moves before they’re made. His mind is his sharpest weapon, allowing him to thrive in political intrigue or tactical planning.
  
  + Graceful Combatant – While not built for brute force, his agility and precision make him dangerous in close quarters. He favors finesse over raw strength, striking with speed and accuracy rather than overwhelming power.
  
  
  Weaknesses​
  
  - Arrogance & Pride – His confidence often borders on hubris. He underestimates opponents he deems “beneath him,” leaving him vulnerable when facing those who defy his expectations.
  
  - Moral Ambiguity – Straddling the line between honor and deception, he often struggles with loyalty. Allies may question whether his decisions serve the group—or himself—making trust a fragile commodity around him.
  
  - Physically Vulnerable – His lean frame and reliance on agility leave him at a disadvantage against opponents who overpower him physically. Extended battles or brute-force assaults can quickly wear him down.
  
  
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