New Member
NAME: Vanwe
FACTION: Eternal Empire
RANK: Military Army - Enlisted Private
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 17 years (1 of January)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1" (1.88m)
WEIGHT: 172 lb (78 Kg)
EYES: Vestigial eye socket
HAIR: Long wavy white hair
SKIN: Slightly tanned clear skin
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
- Strong Willed and High self-esteem, firmly believing in his ideas and his own morals, but it can and it very often turn into stubbornness, vanity and arrogance.
- Very low empathy and lack of social tact, in a harsh world were only the strong and cunning thrive being able to distance emotions and actions is a great if not necessary trait, however the lack of real kindness and empathy can be an even greater obstacle in creating long an true bonds.
APPEARANCE:
Vanwe is a slim and tall young "man" more focused on learning than doing, so his overall physique isn't imposing nor amusing, he is underweight, by no mean a slack, but not very athletic he is average at best. He has long wavy hair of a very light shade of grey often held in a high ponytail, not very fashionable as for him clothing is just an accessory to maintain decency, as so hi often wears plain and simple dark clothing from gradients of grays and blues, but more often black and dark reds.
He has fair skin, more than the usually tanned Miraluka, he wear a black cloth blindfold over the missing eyes, has earnings of silver, simple short rings at the earlobes.
BIOGRAPHY:
It's origins are not known to him, as far as he knows his parents were refugees from the constant wars against the Sith dominance, his father was later executed under the emperor ruler for being a Sith sympathizer, Vanwe really not know if those accusations were true or not, he travelled with his mother between planets until they finally landed a tiny house and accommodation on Terraris , it was here that he grew to hate emperor Tacitus' regime and the persecution and cruelties, many of his poorest friends and fellow refugees died during the violent reign, and in the end, with dwindling funds and overwork his mother fell Ill, Isiora was her name, her aura was soothing and beautiful, her voice a lullaby in the hungry nights, she died mere months prior to his enlistment, he was left with nothing other than a resentment for those who caused his early years to be nothing more than scraping for sustenance.
Now the pain is less present, life has to end, sometimes it ends sooner, so he will live, he will grow and gain everything he wants, power can do such thing, power is not easy to gain for an outsider, but in a militaristic empire there is always a road to be paved in blood an war, and that road leads to greatness if one is strong enough, if someone is willing to do anything for a "greater good".
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