Name: Sonny
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Gloz
Description: Most Gloz can turn heads their way when they drift in harmony with the air currents - a picture of elegance, effortlessness. Unfortunately, despite a considerable effort on his part, watching Sonny fly reminded one more of a headless moth than a graceful butterfly. It was lucky for him he had talents elsewhere.
Standing at 190cm (6'3), he towered over the other gorge races. This was all the more exaggerated by his impeccable posture and delicate, slender limbs. Standing still, his appearance did not betray his clumsiness. He was a pale gold in colour and his bio-luminescence manifested itself as a sphere of dull yellow light that was often described to him as comforting and easy on the eyes.
His own eyesight, to Sonny’s great ironic amusement, was quite lousy.
Personality: Sonny was a talker. His voice, a smooth baritone, exuded charisma and his words were almost always well-chosen. He bent the truth as he saw fit, for he was easy-going and saw little harm in a benign lie. There was very little that’d cause him strife, he wasn’t competitive nor was he greedy at all.
His memory was particularly poor and as he would quickly forget the feelings of betrayal and disappointment, he was trusting of others to a fault.
Sonny was a good strategic thinker. Seeing the consequences of his actions before they happened wasn’t a problem for him. He wasn’t a quick learner, however, and he struggled considerably with difficult concepts.
If there was one thing that bothered Sonny, it would have to be when people took a dislike to him. That and being on his own; he was much more comfortable in the company of others.
Light type: A soft yellow glow that illuminates a large sphere around him.