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"The False One"
Name: Evan (assigned by the RDA; he has no Na'vi name though Tirekan often calls him "skxawng")
Species: Na'vi (human raised)
Age: early 20s
Height: 8'10 (short for a male Na'vi, underdeveloped due to life in metal facilities)
Build: lean, "scrawny" compared to other Na'vi, built for agility rather than strength
Backstory:
Evan was taken as an infant during an RDA raid on a fallen clan. Rather than being terminated, he was used as an asset against the Na'vi. He grew up in labs and training camps. He was taught to see his own kind as "savages" and "hostiles." He was used to infiltrate areas where humans couldn't go, acting like a spy.
Markings: he has a faded ID serial number tattooed on his left wrist
Information:
His go to response for everything is to either swear or give a middle finger, whether he is confusion, anger, or even being told "good morning" or just bored? He's flipping someone off.
He is a people watcher, from a distance, he would watch the other Na'vi, trying to study them.
Since he wasn't raised by a Na'vi, he never figured out how to truly control his tail. It thumps loudly whenever he is excited or how his tail tucks between his legs whenever he gets scolded, giving away his true feelings.
He has a "potty mouth" and uses profanity as a defense mechanism.
He hated being treated like a child, even though he acts like one.
He's scared of the dark. In the RDA base, the lights were always on. The bioluminescent environment is "creepy" to him, so he secretly stays closer to Tirekan for safety.
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