Venthis Zambrano
Graveyard Shift
T Y R U S
Name: Tyrus
Species: Nagai
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Faction: The Nightsisters
Rank: Nightbrother
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 156lbs.
Hair Colour: Pure Black
Eyes Colour: Grey almost Black
Skin tone: Frost white
Force-sensitive: Yes
S T R E N G T H S
+ Nightbrother, being an adopted member of The Nightsisters has sculpted him into being able to wield Spells from The Book of Shadows.
+ Stealth, while not a traditional trait of a Nightbrother, Tyrus has continued to advance his ability to use the shadows to his advantage.
+ Loyal, this Nagai is known for his undying loyalty to The Nightsisters. As they're the only people to truly accept him.
+ Frightening, his appearance is somewhat frightening. Due to his species, it is somewhat easy to label him as dead.
W E A K N E S S E S
- Disturbed, due to his upbringing.
- Uncontrollable, known to have outbursts. He will sometimes lash out for no reason, what so ever.
- Little time for negotiations, he would much prefer taking action that using words. It's just him.
- Selfish, due to being on his own for a majority of his life, he has shaped into only realistically caring for self-survival.
A P P E A R A N C E
Tyrus, known for his long robes. A mixture of colours, ranging from blacks to greens to purples. Elegant designs are usually encrested onto the design, though will swap that when out on a mission for something less in your face. A hood is always required and will almost always be worn, unless you catch him inside.
When a set of clothes are worn for an extended period of time, they will tend to have scorch marks on the robes. Though, he tries to keep on top of it. A set of black fingerless gloves are worn at all times.
B I O G R A P H Y
Born to two tremendously young parents, Tyrus was born to an official name, unknown to him. His mother loved him very much, where as his father didn't. His father worked as an apprentice knife-maker, a large industry back on his homeworld. On a dark and stormy night, his father decided the child was a burden on him and his wife and tossed him into the gutter, and that was that.
Several orphanages took the child in, one after another transferring him to another. Until he turned the age of thirteen, he saw an opening and escaped from the orphanage. Taking his own name. Tyrus, wandering his homeworld for somewhere to feel accepted, he walked and walked, looking for somewhere- someone.
Eventually he came to a spaceport, a large crowd was before him, hundreds of families. All laughing and cheering, seemingly headed somewhere, though there was another line with four people in it, all wearing either dark or red clothing. He wandered over and spoke to one of them. Eventually asking to come with the woman, to wherever she was going. And with a nod. He was headed to Dathomir. A new chapter was unfolding and he was willing to take it.
Arriving on Dathomir. He stood out into the swamp, life was different here. He felt shunned. Unwelcome. Though, neither of these feeling were alien to him. He asked around for where children are sent here, eventually being pointed into one direction. Little did he know, he was being sent to The Nightsisters.