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[h2]Character Description[/h2]

[b]Name[/b]: Sarvenolos of the Third Fane of Tekumo. Goes by Sarve when interacting with humans, Dhasath, and Kiellar.
[b]Species[/b]: Morelian. A sentient serpentine species from one of the Edenian colony worlds. They possess a pair of prehensile tongues, which are disturbingly dextrous and articulate. Their tails are also hands… in a quite literal manner.
[b]Sex[/b]: A Man
[b]Age[/b]: 26
[b]Role/Job[/b]: Aspiring musician-turned-reservist-turned-tutor. Would rather stick to the first one.
[b]Appearance[/b]: 
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 He's around ten feet long.

[h2]Strengths and Weaknesses[/h2]

[b]Skills[/b]: 

[i]The Maestro[/i] - Sarve was and still is a pianist and violinist. He tried to join a choir, but he couldn't quite fit in, what with having very different vocal chords, so he only sang in solo.

[i]The Art of War[/i] - Sarve was in the military for some time, mostly for the health and schooling benefits. Still, due to his serpentine physiology, he was trained to be a stealth specialist, slipping into places no humanoid (or kieloid, for those that despise humanocentrism) could fit into, such as ventilation shafts, pipes, and the innards of machinery. He's never been in actual combat yet, though…

[b]Weaknesses[/b]:

[i]Agoraphobic[/i] - Whether it be through genetic memory or simply not being used to it, Sarve is absolutely uncomfortable with wide open spaces. Such as… space. He would rather be involved in a scandal than go to a spacewalk.

[h3]Background[/h3]

[b]Backstory[/b]: Morelians are a society divided into two. There are those that stubbornly continue to cling to the jungles, maintaining their old way of life. Sarvenolos was not born as one of them.

Instead, Sarvenolos of the Third Fane of Tekumo was one of the so-called “Sky Touched,” which is a distasteful Morelian term for members of their species that have committed heresy and actually integrated with the Outsiders.

Outreach missions by philanthropic, humanitarian, and religious groups were nothing new in Eden and her colonies. While corporations often simply bulldozed their way through the ancestral lands of the Morelians, there were those who instead wanted to integrate the native population into the colonies. It was a hard, slow, and painful process. Schools, hospitals, and missions were built in the fringes of the jungles that the Morelians called home; close enough that the Morelians could easily reach them if they wanted, and far enough that the Morelians didn't perceive them as a threat. Anthropologists ventured into the jungles; sometimes, they returned laden with gifts and the story about having to eat a leaf with writhing grubs inside it. Sometimes, they do not return at all.

Sarvenolos would be one such ‘gift,’ brought along by a human anthropologist back to Eden. He was but an infant back then, still blind as newborn Morelians are. His mother, whose name he barely remembers, practically begged the human to bring him to the colony. To an advanced civilization, away from a tribalistic society the poor woman said to be ‘where sickly children die.’ Sarvenolos would never meet her again.

Sarvenolos would be brought up in a communal kinder block; if there was one thing the primitive and Sky Touched Morelians had in common, it would be that everyone's children were raised together. The difference, however, is that Sky Touched Morelians interacted regularly with humans, Dhasath, and Kiellar; and it would be in one of these interactions that Sarve would discover his purpose in life.

When he was barely ten, he and the rest of the young Morelians would be treated to a small fundraising concert by a pair of Dhasath; a singer and an instrumentalist. He would describe what he heard and saw next to be “the most beautiful things in all of existence.” Inspired, he asked the kinder block’s administrators if he could learn how to do what those two did. His wish was granted.

Eventually, Sarve would outgrow the kinder block, and had to live and study for himself. Unfortunately, being a 20 year old street musician without a degree wasn't getting him much in terms of money, so the military appeared to be an attractive prospect. He told the recruiters that he was a true patriot; in reality, he just wanted the free subsidies into education and healthcare. Being a Morelian, though, his training would be focused more around stealth and sabotage, as his physiology was more suited to such operations. He never had to fight in actual combat, however; he finished the four years of service (along with a degree) in total peace. 

After that, he would live in relative prosperity with his own apartment and pet cat as an online tutor. People were sometimes prejudiced, but he didn't care. The cat didn't judge. The anthropologist that basically saved his life as an infant would sometimes come by to ask how he was doing. And a Kiellar co-worker seemed to really like him for some reason.

This life of quiet calm would be rudely interrupted by the Metacer invasion, however. The military was obliterated almost immediately, and once again, Sarve didn't get to fight; a fact that he was infinitely thankful for. He knew for a fact that had the military actually gotten to call up the reservists like himself, the Metacer would have swept through them regardless.

Another relief would be that he managed to get to the last ship leaving Eden. He could only thank God for that.
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