Sorro

Character Identity Information

Name: Sorro Malganece
Age/Date of Birth: Unknown even to him at this point.
Gender: Male
Religion: The Void 
Species: Dark Elf
Origin: Wicked Scientist and Practitioner of Sacrifices for the Void
Nationality: Underdark
Speciality: A man of great inventing ingenuity, made a living as an alchemist and apothecary for decades. 
Universe: Forgotten Realms
Time Taken: Medieval-esk point in history but with distinct advancements from the standard

Physical Appearance

Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 142lbs
Eye Colour: Entirely red
Hair Colour: Snow white
Physical Description:  Gaunt and deceptively sickly looking, but in truth toned and fit. Covered in a multitude of chemical and weapon scars alike. The most notable past injury taking the form of a prosthetic left arm from the elbow down. The usualy pointed ears of his kind are torn on the right side leaving only the left ear long and knife-like making his face seem more off-balance than his blind eye on the same side already does. A look of pride and better than you attitude is perpetual on his face regardless of what his appearance would suggest.

Personality, Traits and Abilities

General Overview: Arrogant, head strong and obnoxious. Believes himself superior in every way to the every day person which has led to many a conflict and many of his blatantly noticeable scars.
Strengths, Skills and Abilities: Extremely intelligent, head alchemist of his old kingdom and inventor of more than one biological weapon and cures for said weapons. 
Weaknesses: His attitude tends to attract the ire of others quickly as he tries to assert himself as a superior to all. Few gain his respect, and he gains the respect of fewer still. Except for those that fall in line behind him.
Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): To make the world bend to his whims one brainwashed follower at a time.
Hobbies and Interests: Alchemic research and development of new toxins and tonics. Experimentation of such mixtures on unsuspecting "volunteers"

Personal Sexual Information

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Turn ons: Submission of others. Bondage. 
Turn offs: Not many
Penis Length: 8"
Breast Size: n/a
Sensitivity: Low sensitivity

Extra Information

Father: Unkown (Raised by Void Monks)
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: All who grew up in the same monastery.
Grandparents: None
Children: Talon (disowned son)
Grand-children: Lilianna (kidnapped from Talon)
Pet: Purple Wyrm
Additional information: Was the head of the Cult of the Void, a nihilistic group bent on the end of all things, through self sacrifice or force in his old world. Intends to slowly build up the same kind of following hidden in the shadows one day in this new one.

History

Awards/Commendations: Lord of Toxins and Tonics, Grand Maester of Alchemic Arts, Lord Hand of the Void, Father of the Long Death.
Criminal Record: Too long and many to count.
Bio: 

Sorro was a man never meant to live a long or peaceful life. His destiny was to be one of chaos, pain, and death. As a child born through a black ritual so vile it resulted in the death of both of his parents upon his birth he was quickly taken in by the Brotherhood of the Void, a monotheistic group that worshipped the end of all things through uncreation in the void. Childhood was a harsh time for the youthful Sorro, who had been named such by the sorrow he inflicted on the other children of the monastery. Where others sought the quick end of all things to the inevitable fate of all things, Sorro sought the slow and painful end for all that stood in his path. For years he would grow more and more secluded as one by one each and every other child raised along side of him went unexplainably missing week after week only to found twisted and horrible days after their vanishing.
The horrors young Sorro inflicted only grew as the young dark elf did. Age brought experience and knowledge, knowledge used to better bend the wills of others to his way of thinking. A task the dark elf gladly went about completing as person by person he slowly killed or broke the wills of those living in his monastery home until on his 20th year he was named Lord Hand of the Void and head of the temple he called home. A position that would lead to much higher ones still in the years following.
The calling of Sorro's dark birth stayed with him always, driving him to send person after person to their ends in the void. Sacrifice, assassination, blatant murder. It mattered not how the victims met his maker, only that they did. His growing number of followers, blindly chasing his lead through a mix of admiration of his talent or fear of death alike made him a powerful figure in his homelands. His discovery for his talent in the brewing of poisons and delivery of those poisons to his enemies made his surge in power all the easier. Msany grew to hate the dark elf as he grew older in years and enemies stretched as far as servants. A fate that Sorro welcomed loomed on the horizon so very close. An end to things that was always meant to come for him. But when the day came that his closest servant buried a dagger in his back, instead of falling deep into the endless void he opened his eyes to the sound of his own screaming. The screaming of a baby. A baby. A fate worse than death by far to be denied your ultimate end. But each life it happened again and again and again. Until the latest time, when a void as black as the starless night swallowed him into its depths as he bled...and he woke up instead upon a sandy beach, sun burning his crimson eye with stinging pain and wind whispering a cruel laugh to his still living ears.