Zorav Arsen Santeri

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Player: Xavirne

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Synopsis

"Turning in now is the path toward death. With each opportunity presented, one must step toward the door and hope for the best as with bravery comes honor."

Description

Name: Zorav Arsen Santeri
Nickname: Zora or Arsen
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 6 foot even
Weight: 157 lbs

Eye color: Royal blue
Hair color: Royal blue

Orientation: Straight; doesn't really do the "love" thing though

Power: Collector (primary) and Sensor (secondary)

OBSERVATION:
Sends chills down the spine
It's probably that demonic-like gaze of his or those horn-like headphones he always wears....

Personality

Some people would say I'm a man of few words while others would claim that I am quite the intellectual individual who is more than willing to voice his opinions. I really think the context is crucial here to point out the difference in my vocalness. When around an audience I'm familiar with -- or in a classroom setting -- I am more than willing to speak my mind and engage in conversation. When outside that comfort zone, I would be one of those "corner creepers." Some would claim that I'm an "awkward child" with an "eerie glare." I don't like to believe this but who I am to judge myself? I am rather biased as it's in our human nature to have self-bias. So, I guess to some extent, I could give off that vibe when in a certain setting and crowd.

As you've probably noticed, I am an intelligent man who likes to air on the side of caution when approaching things. A perfectionist, I most certainly am but don't take that as a sign of weakness for I know my limitations and that perfectionism is, in fact, impossible to achieve.

I'm a goal-oriented man who likes to follow protocol and do things by the book. Spontaneity is not a thing I enjoy. I enjoy order and planning things out. If you were to enter my room, you would see all my books are alphabetized by author. I also have a wall littered with sticky-notes as it's how I keep on task.

Accuracy and meticulous planning are two things about me that you should probably know. I hate to be proven wrong so do try to avoid putting my pride on the line. I can be too critical and inhuman to an extent. How so? Emotions. I don't find them important. I simply cannot understand this interaction with another or multiple people and how they exchange with this nonverbal expressions and emotions. A plain face and a square jaw seem to be the only expressions I show -- if you can even call that an expression to be shown.

I'm hard on myself and internalize my feelings. The face you see will almost always be collect and emotionless. It's not because I truly am a heartless bastard. No, no, that's far from the truth. It's just… I don't need my emotions to get in the way of the task at hand. It is better to hide my own feelings than doom the group to the truth of it all.

Descriptors: Precise, perfectionist, orderly, diplomatic, accurate, meticulous, independent, follows protocol, data-driven, self-competition, and slow-paced

WARNING:
Do NOT touch
It a large pet peeve - physical contact.

Equipment / Abilities

Collector: I'm the type that can capture these beasts and use them to fight in my place. I seem to have a better connection with those of the fire element.

Sensor: I am still trying to hone this ability but, right now, my skills are very basic. I can sense a demon when it enters our world but that's about it. I usually cannot pinpoint their location unless it's directly on us.

The Power of Observation: Although I don't like to exchange emotions or delve in stories or expressions, I am usually pretty good at reading people. I can tell when someone's having a bad day. Do I do anything about it? No, unless it affects the desired results.

Thirst for Knowledge: It's a curse I have to deal with. I find learning to be a valuable part of life and spend much time in the classroom setting or after class with a professor.

Special Talent: I'm actually a really good singer. When I was younger, I was in chores. As I grew up, I dropped out of it because I thought it was a waste of my time. When I was in 9th grade, I was approached by the musical coordinator and offered the rare opportunity to be a secondary main character. By 10th grade I was holding the lead roles. Sophomore year we did Sweeney Todd. Junior year we put on Phantom of the Opera. Senior year was Hairspray.

Preferred Weapon: My beasts Sifiera (white one in lower right corner) and Lyson (brown male in center).

History

I really don't like dwelling in the past. But, I supposed, if I must, I must.

I'm an only child. Both of my parents died around the time I was three. So, for me, I call my aunt and uncle my parents. I have a cousin who's ten years older than me that I still refer to as a cousin. It's weird but I never really thought of him as a brother because he never treated me like one.

In my youthful days, I was a fun, loving, caring child. Why, I even told this one girl that we would get married. I was so naive and simple back then. To think that I would say such things baffles me. Was I really so… innocent?

Needless to say, I grew up from those old ways. Being bullied probably helped me grow the most. People always picked on me because I had blue hair. They also told me I had a funny name. Picked fun at me because I was an orphan, too.

Miserable, I was. But I grew out of that with the help of my best friend, Thor.

Long story short, I've had a pretty rough life in the eyes of most. Me, I think it was a good life. It taught me to grow up and it made me become strong. I am who I am today because life wanted me to be as such. Would I change a thing about my past? No. I like who I am and what I've become.

Extra

DISC Leadership Personalities:
Dominance | Steadiness | Compliance | Influence
Would be considered a "Compliance" type.

Likes: Being alone, fire, learning, and long walks
Dislikes: Physical contact, unorganized people, when tasks do not have a purpose, liberal people, and losing

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