The first memory of Sevoan came from his time spent in a quiet monastery
high up in the mountains. His master was a silent old monk he only
remembered in the distant. All his life he had spent doing menial task
intending to live out his life in the same way as his master. Then came the
dark ages, the flames of war and corruption spread through the land. A
raiding party approached the monastery and sacked it to the ground. His
master, embracing peace and disciplined all his life, tried to make peace
with the raiders, thinking that they could be reasoned with, thinking that
they would see reason that the monks were not a threat to anything. Upon
seeing his master slain in cold blood, Sevoan's rage knew no measure. He
fought back and slaughtered everyone but it was too late, he had lost
everything that day. He now sees the world in cold blood, where the
strongest survives the weak dies. Emotionless and cold as steel is how
Sevoan is now. Laughing at the heavens, staring at the stars, he travelled
Description:
Before you stands a man of around 6 feet tall. The first thing you notice
is his bald head. A clean shaven head lacquered well until it is glistening
under the sun. His ears are long with huge earlobes unseen in most humans.
His lips are thin with straight teeth. His care for his teeth is tremendous
as his teeth are as white as snow. His physique is muscular yet lean.
Seeing his size, you can tell that he has been training since his birth. As
he walks, you can see a slight jump whenever he takes a step forwards, as if
he's always ready to spring an attack at anytime. His body exudes a sense
of serenity as though he is at peace with the world. However, you can tell
that it is not so. His eyes are constantly looking around, scanning,
observing for any danger.
