Suvaraih Arcaelis
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: 34th Trial of Vhalar, 694th Arc
Birthplace: Small Imperial Town
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220lbs
Eye Color: Silver-blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Suvaraih comes from fine stock, blessed by the excellent genes of his forebears. He is particularly tall for a human, a fact that he makes no attempts to disguise with his posture; Broad shoulders set wide and his back held straight. His bearing is that which is more befitting an officer than a simple recruit, as he holds himself with his head held high and a natural air of command due to the self-assurance he exudes. He keeps himself well-groomed whenever possible, which his pale blonde locks trimmed neatly and meticulously styled in a manner that is both aesthetically pleasing and functional, the backwards sweep serving to keep his vision unobscured. He is a decidedly handsome man, with features that are refined without being effeminate. High cheekbones flow to a strong, sharp jawline and a proud nose, set above a mouth that is well accustomed to smiling. Perhaps his most striking feature is the pale, almost silver blue shade of his eyes.
To understand Suvaraih, you must first know that which defines him; His complete dedication to the Eternal Empire. He believes, wholeheartedly, that the Empire is a bastion of order and civilisation in a world where chaos is rampant, and that the only viable means of ensuring order is to unite all beneath the banner of the Eternal Empire. Everything he is and all that he does is in service to the Empire, and this intense devotion informs how he approaches almost everything in life. It dictates his views on situations and even people; Can this benefit the Empire? Will this person cause trouble for imperial citizens or do they have the potential to be groomed into a valuable asset?
This attitude extends to himself, causing him to strive to better himself so that he can be of more use. Studying tactics, practicing combat, learning about enemy cultures and honing his mind are just some of the ways that he seeks to improve himself. He possesses great focus and dedication, perfectly willing to subject himself to the same gruelling ordeal day after day in order to forge himself into a more fitting instrument of imperial will.
This is not to say that he is a passionless automaton, of course. He is possessed of a great depth of compassion towards fellow citizens of the empire, slaves included, tending towards considerate and helpful behaviour no matter their station or role. He is quick to laugh and is equally swift to smile, and he can be quite charming, often comporting himself in a pleasantly endearing manner. He is very supportive of any that seek to improve themselves in any way, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, and he is a great believer in the idea that everyone has something they can contribute. The more mundane occupations command as much respect from him as any member of the military, as they are doing their party to serve the Empire just as much as the Imperial Legions. He also has quite the passion for romance novels, no matter how poorly written or tawdry they may be.
One thing that Suvaraih enjoys above all else is the thrill of combat. He lives for it, for the intense, electric thrill of every thundering heartbeat when he had a foe to face. His enthusiasm for war is so intense, in fact, that it can often be a tad unnerving, as he can be prone to letting loose laughter of pure, unrestrained delight upon the battlefield, a euphoric smile of pure ecstasy gracing his lips even hip deep in blood and gore. This is not to say that he is a berserker or even particularly cruel to his opponents, as he fights with remarkable discipline and treats his enemies with the respect they are due.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: 34th Trial of Vhalar, 694th Arc
Birthplace: Small Imperial Town
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220lbs
Eye Color: Silver-blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance
Suvaraih comes from fine stock, blessed by the excellent genes of his forebears. He is particularly tall for a human, a fact that he makes no attempts to disguise with his posture; Broad shoulders set wide and his back held straight. His bearing is that which is more befitting an officer than a simple recruit, as he holds himself with his head held high and a natural air of command due to the self-assurance he exudes. He keeps himself well-groomed whenever possible, which his pale blonde locks trimmed neatly and meticulously styled in a manner that is both aesthetically pleasing and functional, the backwards sweep serving to keep his vision unobscured. He is a decidedly handsome man, with features that are refined without being effeminate. High cheekbones flow to a strong, sharp jawline and a proud nose, set above a mouth that is well accustomed to smiling. Perhaps his most striking feature is the pale, almost silver blue shade of his eyes.
Personality
To understand Suvaraih, you must first know that which defines him; His complete dedication to the Eternal Empire. He believes, wholeheartedly, that the Empire is a bastion of order and civilisation in a world where chaos is rampant, and that the only viable means of ensuring order is to unite all beneath the banner of the Eternal Empire. Everything he is and all that he does is in service to the Empire, and this intense devotion informs how he approaches almost everything in life. It dictates his views on situations and even people; Can this benefit the Empire? Will this person cause trouble for imperial citizens or do they have the potential to be groomed into a valuable asset?
This attitude extends to himself, causing him to strive to better himself so that he can be of more use. Studying tactics, practicing combat, learning about enemy cultures and honing his mind are just some of the ways that he seeks to improve himself. He possesses great focus and dedication, perfectly willing to subject himself to the same gruelling ordeal day after day in order to forge himself into a more fitting instrument of imperial will.
This is not to say that he is a passionless automaton, of course. He is possessed of a great depth of compassion towards fellow citizens of the empire, slaves included, tending towards considerate and helpful behaviour no matter their station or role. He is quick to laugh and is equally swift to smile, and he can be quite charming, often comporting himself in a pleasantly endearing manner. He is very supportive of any that seek to improve themselves in any way, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, and he is a great believer in the idea that everyone has something they can contribute. The more mundane occupations command as much respect from him as any member of the military, as they are doing their party to serve the Empire just as much as the Imperial Legions. He also has quite the passion for romance novels, no matter how poorly written or tawdry they may be.
One thing that Suvaraih enjoys above all else is the thrill of combat. He lives for it, for the intense, electric thrill of every thundering heartbeat when he had a foe to face. His enthusiasm for war is so intense, in fact, that it can often be a tad unnerving, as he can be prone to letting loose laughter of pure, unrestrained delight upon the battlefield, a euphoric smile of pure ecstasy gracing his lips even hip deep in blood and gore. This is not to say that he is a berserker or even particularly cruel to his opponents, as he fights with remarkable discipline and treats his enemies with the respect they are due.