Flarevyron
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Avatar: http://fayrenpickpocket.deviantart.com/art/Sylvari-Mesmer-343344555 (not made by me)
NAME: Vyron Auralia
FACTION: (none yet)
RANK: (none yet)
SPECIES: Mankarii
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 1.7 meters
WEIGHT: 134 lbs.
EYES: Honey coloured
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Pale skin with a slight grey tinge.
FORCE SENSITIVE: He is, but hasn't used this ability yet.
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Strengths:
Great chef: In his spare time he enjoys cooking food and collecting interesting ingredients from around the Galaxy. Because of his physiology he only cooks vegetarian foods.
Good aim: He has a decent aim.
Thoughtful: He thinks over many things quietly. He doesn't often talk about these things.
Weaknesses:
Naive: He has an innocence some can take advantage of.
Easily distracted: He is easily distracted, especially by new culinary tools or ingredients he hasn't seen before.
APPEARANCE: He has a fairly willowy build. He has chosen to grow four roots at the start of each arm. They wrap around his arms and stop at the begin in of his for-arms. They usually can't be seen under his flamboyant clothing.
BIOGRAPHY: Vyron was born into one of the more violent tribes of the Mankarii. Despite this the tribe had a strong sense of loyalty and family. This feeling was strictly for insiders only.
The Larriks were allies but didn't fully trust Vyron's tribe because of their violent nature. To overcome this miss-trust they formed an agreement.
Every thirty years a child of a necromancer would be given to the Mankarii to raise of their own. In return a Mankarii child would be given to the necromancer who lost their child. As long as both children lived peace was maintained. The Mankarii dare not kill the child of a necromancer and the Larriks dare not kill the child of the family obsessed Mankarii tribe.
Vyron was one of these children traded away. He was two when this happened. The necromancer knew how force sensitive Mankarii are and saw potential in him, but instead of training him, he shipped him off to a university as soon as he could. He was bitter that his child was taken away and would not let a replacement grasp glory.
At the university he learned about all of the great arts. The greatest of these being the art of war. At the university he also began to understand the true size of the Galaxy. He started to understand his world was only a small piece of a beautiful symphony.
When he finishes his studies he had discovered that his necromancer caretaker had died. In Fact now at the age of twenty seven almost all of the Larriks he knew closely had died or were on death's doorstep.
He now fell into an existential crisis. He wanted to have a purpose. When he had friends this urge was less prominent, but now with them gone he felt empty.
He needed a mission, a cause, or a job. He took a ship he inherited from his caretaker and set off, looking for a place to belong.
SHIP: His ship is comprised of two rooms, the cockpit and the parlour. The outside has a striking hue of cobalt blue and is fairly serpentine. The inside's furniture is modified to be smaller as Vyron is smaller than a Larrik. There are no windows in the parlour. The entrance to the ship is at the back of the parlour. One must go through the parlour to get to the cockpit. The parlour has a holochess game along with several cooking appliances. The ship has twin laser canons on either side of the cockpit window.
KILLS: (None yet)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: (None yet)
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ROLE-PLAYS: (None yet)
NAME: Vyron Auralia
FACTION: (none yet)
RANK: (none yet)
SPECIES: Mankarii
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 1.7 meters
WEIGHT: 134 lbs.
EYES: Honey coloured
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Pale skin with a slight grey tinge.
FORCE SENSITIVE: He is, but hasn't used this ability yet.
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Strengths:
Great chef: In his spare time he enjoys cooking food and collecting interesting ingredients from around the Galaxy. Because of his physiology he only cooks vegetarian foods.
Good aim: He has a decent aim.
Thoughtful: He thinks over many things quietly. He doesn't often talk about these things.
Weaknesses:
Naive: He has an innocence some can take advantage of.
Easily distracted: He is easily distracted, especially by new culinary tools or ingredients he hasn't seen before.
APPEARANCE: He has a fairly willowy build. He has chosen to grow four roots at the start of each arm. They wrap around his arms and stop at the begin in of his for-arms. They usually can't be seen under his flamboyant clothing.
BIOGRAPHY: Vyron was born into one of the more violent tribes of the Mankarii. Despite this the tribe had a strong sense of loyalty and family. This feeling was strictly for insiders only.
The Larriks were allies but didn't fully trust Vyron's tribe because of their violent nature. To overcome this miss-trust they formed an agreement.
Every thirty years a child of a necromancer would be given to the Mankarii to raise of their own. In return a Mankarii child would be given to the necromancer who lost their child. As long as both children lived peace was maintained. The Mankarii dare not kill the child of a necromancer and the Larriks dare not kill the child of the family obsessed Mankarii tribe.
Vyron was one of these children traded away. He was two when this happened. The necromancer knew how force sensitive Mankarii are and saw potential in him, but instead of training him, he shipped him off to a university as soon as he could. He was bitter that his child was taken away and would not let a replacement grasp glory.
At the university he learned about all of the great arts. The greatest of these being the art of war. At the university he also began to understand the true size of the Galaxy. He started to understand his world was only a small piece of a beautiful symphony.
When he finishes his studies he had discovered that his necromancer caretaker had died. In Fact now at the age of twenty seven almost all of the Larriks he knew closely had died or were on death's doorstep.
He now fell into an existential crisis. He wanted to have a purpose. When he had friends this urge was less prominent, but now with them gone he felt empty.
He needed a mission, a cause, or a job. He took a ship he inherited from his caretaker and set off, looking for a place to belong.
SHIP: His ship is comprised of two rooms, the cockpit and the parlour. The outside has a striking hue of cobalt blue and is fairly serpentine. The inside's furniture is modified to be smaller as Vyron is smaller than a Larrik. There are no windows in the parlour. The entrance to the ship is at the back of the parlour. One must go through the parlour to get to the cockpit. The parlour has a holochess game along with several cooking appliances. The ship has twin laser canons on either side of the cockpit window.
KILLS: (None yet)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: (None yet)
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ROLE-PLAYS: (None yet)
