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Lord of Altera
Name: ish-Jolvic Solivu (Joll-Vick Soh-Lii-Voo)
Nickname/Alias: Vejal - Little Traveller
Age: 39 Fadmas (19 years) old
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Soolera
Build: Slender, with small set shoulders. Long, powerful legs, with a short torso.
Hair: Kept shaved very short, to stop hindrance when riding and to keep cool in the sun.
Eyes: Grey, dull eyes.
Skin: Dark, from the scorching desert sun.
Scars: A long scar stretching from his left forearm to his wrist.
Tattoos: A tattoo on his right arm, mirroring his scar, a reminder of his pain.
Traits or Blessings: None.
Physical Flaws:
- A short upper body and longer legs, giving unbalance to his figure.
- The scar on his left arm inhibits movement, especially notable when riding or in battle.
Physical Qualities:
- Strong, especially in the lower body.
- Skilled in equestrianism.
- Can wield a dagger with some skill.
Clothes: A plain cloth shirt (usually with the sleeves rolled up)
Hygiene: Pretty poor hygiene, not getting many opportunities to wash.
Voice: Low pitched and quiet. Not a voice easily remembered.
Object(s) owned of sentimental value:
- Nothing yet, but is looking forward to getting a ceremonial dagger to mark the entrance to adulthood.
Worships: Like many of his culture, Bilworth and Jax.
Intelligence Level: What he lacks in wisdom he makes up for in wit and a quick tongue.
Known Languages:
- Marjash.
- Common, but not well.
Political alignment: Neutral, not really caring as long as it doesn't directly affect him.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Marital Status: Single, not old enough to wed.
Personality:
Hardworking, like many of his culture, witty and quick thinking. Some may call him slippery and untrustworthy, but he is the opposite; making friends with him is tricky, but that friendship will last a lifetime. It's different for enemies though, he will easily forgive someone if they have something he wants. This gives him an image of disloyalty, but he generally doesn't care what people away from his family and friends think.
Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: He is stuck between keeping with his family and his caravan or doing what he really wants to do, going his own way in life. He is scared of being outcast, unaccepted.
Short Term Goals: To obtain his dagger in a couple of months time.
Long Term Goals: To venture out on his own, to start his own caravan.
Alignment: Lawful neutral.
Profession: Vanguard Horse-Rider.
Hometown: His home caravan.
Current Home(s): See above.
Favourite:
Colour: Purple. Bright, vibrant colours.
Food: Any meat. Meat is a rarity, so he has learned to relish it.
Drinks: Anything rich, like wine, for the same reason as above.
Animal: The horses he rides. He has grown to love them.
Activity: Horse-riding; the feeling of being at one with the horse.
Person: He treasures all of his brothers, sisters and family members. There isn't a particular one he likes the most.
Least Favourite:
Colour: The dull yellow of sand. Once you've lived with it all your life you get sick of it.
Food/drinks: There aren't many things he doesn't like.
Animal: The pests of the desert. Especially at night time.
Activity: Being trampled on by horses.
Person: Most of the people he's met have been other merchants or other caravan members, so there hasn't been a reason to dislike anyone.
Relations:
Loved ones: His family, other Soolerans. For a short time, Nymia Mazuk.
Friends:
Allys: Any stranger is immediately an ally to him.
Disliked:
Enemies: