Personality: Sajit is rather a moody boy, as all artists tend to be. He tends to throw himself head on into his projects. He's prone to sudden bursts of passionate emotion. He's not incapable of relaxing though, having a glass of zul, discussing the latest servocorpse play.
He is extremely loyal to Elloran and has been so ever since they were both children. At times he chafes at this bond, feeling trapped by it. He may even leave for years on end, but ultimately he always comes back to him. This bond has not yet been expressed sexually but if it were it would change very little about their relationship. Elloran is the celestial body around which he pivots. He no longer resents this, for he remembers when they were children, when in his fear, the young inquestor clutched his hand.
He's an empathic, kind person at heart. For instance, in Utopia Hunters he risks his own life to soothe a doomed child and play him to sleep. Abilities and Skills: Sajit is a highly skilled musician. He also has all the training of a childsoldier in combat. He is an adept critic of the arts. He has some familiarity with the Makrugh games of the inquestors. Sample: The place was dusty (and he tried not to think of dust), and Shen Sajit's legs felt prematurely old. The last day had sent him aimlessly walking. However he was unused to a landscape that didn't offer the easy convienence of maps and displacement plates.
He was compelled to walk the wreckage by a force that tugged his heart, dragging him through even as he joylessly munched the bland food bricks. The landscape outside in this nebula was beautiful, long veins of orange cosmic dust (don't think about it!) frozen in their tunneling, caressing the station's glasstic windows. He paid no attention though. He was looking for another shimmer, another shade of grey in perfectly groomed hair, light that came from darkly colored eyes instead of reflections in the glasstic.
Eventually his knees wobbled and he collapsed to the buklhead, grime now leaving grey fingerprints on his white robes.
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Personality: Sajit is rather a moody boy, as all artists tend to be. He tends to throw himself head on into his projects. He's prone to sudden bursts of passionate emotion. He's not incapable of relaxing though, having a glass of zul, discussing the latest servocorpse play.
He is extremely loyal to Elloran and has been so ever since they were both children. At times he chafes at this bond, feeling trapped by it. He may even leave for years on end, but ultimately he always comes back to him. This bond has not yet been expressed sexually but if it were it would change very little about their relationship. Elloran is the celestial body around which he pivots. He no longer resents this, for he remembers when they were children, when in his fear, the young inquestor clutched his hand.
He's an empathic, kind person at heart. For instance, in Utopia Hunters he risks his own life to soothe a doomed child and play him to sleep.
Abilities and Skills: Sajit is a highly skilled musician. He also has all the training of a childsoldier in combat. He is an adept critic of the arts. He has some familiarity with the Makrugh games of the inquestors.
Sample: The place was dusty (and he tried not to think of dust), and Shen Sajit's legs felt prematurely old. The last day had sent him aimlessly walking. However he was unused to a landscape that didn't offer the easy convienence of maps and displacement plates.
He was compelled to walk the wreckage by a force that tugged his heart, dragging him through even as he joylessly munched the bland food bricks. The landscape outside in this nebula was beautiful, long veins of orange cosmic dust (don't think about it!) frozen in their tunneling, caressing the station's glasstic windows. He paid no attention though. He was looking for another shimmer, another shade of grey in perfectly groomed hair, light that came from darkly colored eyes instead of reflections in the glasstic.
Eventually his knees wobbled and he collapsed to the buklhead, grime now leaving grey fingerprints on his white robes.
Elloran...