Post by Sven "The Raven" Vladmir on Mar 4, 2012 14:45:43 GMT -5
Name: Sven Vladmir (mir rhymes with purr).
Alias/Nickname: "The Raven"
Gender: Male
Race: Anmivera
Age: 26
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170
Homeworld: Eritseas
Languages: Galactic Common
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Assassin (Free Agent, kills who he wants to kill.)
Appearance: When seen from afar, Sven seems like nothing more than a human-sized raven in flight. His long black cloak that goes from shoulder to ankle is what causes this. The cloak is in tatters and flows around in the winds. When he moves around, it seems to flow, warp, and lash out. The cloak, and his affinity for darkness, is what earned him the nickname "The Raven". Underneath his cloak, he wears a black shirt and black pants (explained in apparel).
Physically, Sven is a very tall and very well muscled individual. He doesn't ever seem lanky because he is so well defined, from years of practice. He is built up enough to be quite strong, and seem quite strong, put it isn't too much. His muscles are smooth and seemly, not gross or off-putting.
His hair is long and shaggy. It goes down to the top of his forearms, complete his costume of black, for his hair is jet black too. His eyes are a nice, dark green, that doesn't allows seem to fight in with the rest of his body. He has a sharp-ish chin and an average lengthed face (not to long but not to short). His face is more on the thin side, you can't really have a muscular face. His lips are a pale peach that are mostly just a thin line. When he finds something amusing, he will sometimes smirk. Either that or his eyes will sort of twinkle with a laugh. His laugh itself is a deep but short chuckle. Sven's skin throughout is rather pale. Not ghostly pale, more like isolated-from-the-dark pale.
Skills:-=COMBAT=-
--Physical--
Strength:2=3p
Endurance:2=3p
Dexterity:2=3p
Speed:2=3p
Reflexes:2=3p
Acrobatics:3=6p
Stealth:1=1p
--Weapons--
Melee:2=3p
Shotguns:3=6p
--Mental--
Tactics:3=6p
-=PERSONALITY=-
Speech Craft:3=6p
Commerce:2=3p
Empathy:1=1p
Leadership:1=1p
-=Vehicles=-
--Aircraft--
Piloting: Fighters:2=3p
--Landcraft--
Driving: Bikes:2=3p
--Mechanics--
Repairs: Aircraft:1=1p
Repairs: Bikes:2=3p
--SURVIVAL--
First Aid:2=3p
Hunting:3=6p
Total: 67 out of 70. 3 points left.
Magic:
Hawkeye, Level Three Spell.
Battle Teleportation, UNIQUE SPELL: Allows Sven to disappear and reappear a short distance away. This can be on the ground, in the air, anywhere within about twenty yards or ten in an actual battle. He can stay in the void for about fifteen seconds. It also grants the power to let him come out swinging, as in being able to appear and do a flip, then disappear again. He can combine this ability with the rounds from his gun to allow them to teleport all around, making it extremely hard to dodge. Is controlled with his mind. The teleportation, when activated, creates a pitch-black cloud of wispy smoke to appear where Sven was, the amount of smoke is equal to the size of Sven, but not in the same shape. It spreads out in a cloud around the area, writhes, then disappears. The same thing happens when Sven reappears, only it spreads out from around his body.
Sven also can make his custom motorcycle reappear and disappear in the smoke, although the bike can stay in the void until Sven calls it back.
Now, such a great ability does have its draw backs. When the black as night smoke is breathed in, it affects the body. The smoke is made of burnt up magic, and when it gets into someones body, it weakens the magic within them. Since Sven is surrounded by the smoke, he breathes it in. This means, the more and more he uses teleportation, the weaker it gets. It activates slower, and forces you to reappear sooner. Because the amount of smoke is equivalent to what it affects, making things like his slender bike that warps to become the size of a .Tank. generally generates a large amount of smoke. Thus weakening those who breathe it in, faster.
Total: 3+67=70. 0 Points Remaining.
Inventory
Weapon(s): Sven carries around one and only one actual weapon. It is his special full sized, sleek, midnight black, one handed shotgun. This gun is a little weird though. It doesn't fire off a scatter shot, and it doesn't have a short distance, but it packs all of the power and speed of a shotgun. Its more of a fast and powerful rifle, for one hand. Its a single barrel machine that holds up to two-hundred bullets, thanks to many modifications. It doesn't have a bulbous clip or anything, its just a shotgun, with a LOT of bullets packed into it. These bullets are specially made for Sven though. They have a little bit of dark magic in them that allows a very painful attack. When fired, pitch black, wispy smoke bursts from the shotgun, then dissipates after writhing through the air in a small cloud. This smoke also appears during Sven's teleportation, in a larger quantity. The gun can stay in the void if Sven chooses to send it there with teleportation.
The gun has another modification to it. A blade that runs across the entire top of the gun, stopping where the handle starts, has been attached. The blade can collapse back into the gun, and then is covered up. When the blade is out, it is razor sharp and glinting with its silver body. The edge points away from the gun, so Sven can swing it as a melee weapon, to slice off limbs or you know, whatever. This can be put to a deadly combination with his teleportation.
Sven also carries around about twenty tracers at all time. He plants these on people he wants to watch or his enemies that hes trying to shoot. He has a secret source that supplies him his tracers and bullets.
Apparel: As said before, Sven has a long cloak that goes from shoulder to ankle. It is ripped, torn, has holes, and is generally tattered, which Sven likes. It ripples around him as he moves and makes him seem that much more ominous when he is spinning around with his teleportation. It never seems to get in the way of things though. It is attached at the shoulders, and when Sven raises his arms to do something, it just falls back to accompany him.
Underneath the cloak, Sven has a black long sleeved shirt. Its a little thin, but blends in with the shadows and the cloak. His pants are the same way. He doesn't wear any armor (as if he needs it).
His shoes are actually hard metal. They end in a nice point at his toes. When teleporting, he sometimes uses these to punch a nice, swift kick.
Starship(s): He has a custom made small ship that doubles as a motorcycle. An army friend made it for him and it can convert back and forth. It just a small thing, about the size of a tank. It has room for one and enough supplies to last a month. Its a sleek midnight black (a theme, it seems) and is like a three-dimensional arrowhead. It has warp drive and can reach speeds of two light years an hour without warp drive. Is necessary because he can only teleport short distances, and needs a vehicle to do major traveling. It is armed with a pair of proto gatling guns that are quite powerful and stick out from the front sides of the ship.
Vehicle(s): He has a nice, sleek, midnight black motorcycle that doubles as a space craft. It has a top speed of ninety miles per hour and is armed with a pair of machine guns that are just above the front wheel. It is a thin model that was custom made by an army friend for Sven. The bike can produce metallic wings that allow minor flight and gliding. Of course, it can convert entirely to a spacecraft. Has the ability to disappear with Sven when he teleports and can stay in the void indefinitely.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral Evil, is calm in his ways, but you don't want to mess with him, he's remorseless.
Likes: The dark, messing with peoples heads, his job, acting or putting on a show (not an actual show, put making people think he is a totally different person), making people rightfully fear him.
Dislikes: People who are rather stupid, people who don't realize how funny he actually is, politicians.
Description: Sven is a lone wolf, as most assassins are. He hides in the shadows and attacks when its right. He has monumental patience and can sit still for hours. He has honed his skills to be perfect, and he rarely messes up a job. He has trained himself into the perfect condition, so he can easily take out squadrons of men.
Outside of combat, Sven is an interesting character. He has a rather dry, dark, sarcastic, and ironic humor to himself. He laughs at strong emotions like love, lost, hope, and the like. Although, he does have a strong understanding of hate, even when he isn't one to feel it very often. Mostly when he goes for a kill, he does it because he sees them as a problem or as an annoying fly. He isn't one that you want to annoy.
He has never been much of a party animal, he works alone. He may sometimes accompany two or three on a mission, but never more (HA, pun). He doesn't dance, he doesn't make small talk, he doesn't drink or smoke, he is a serious kind of person that goes from job to job.
Now, I'm not saying that he can't act like he is. If he is going under cover or it would help to be friendly with someone (like merchants), he can play the part perfectly. He can be nice, charming, sexy, whatever. He has never really dated much, and doesn't have a sex life to talk about. Sven goes from one mission to another, and doesn't play games in between. The only time he ever does is if it would help to further a mission. He will do anything if it helps further the mission.
BIOGRAPHY
Sven doesn't have a very important childhood. Eritseas wasn't discovered yet, so Sven lived a normal Eritsean life. He was raised on the death of monsters in the nearby plains. He learned how to use a gun from an early age. Some of the kids in Lunus (one of the two countries on Lunus) thought Sven was weird because he used a gun instead of a sword, but he didn't mind, although this started the birth of his lone wolf personality. He went to a university, and graduated at seventeen (universities are different in this world than others). At fourteen, Sven was informed that his parents had been killed, and Sven was stranded with out any relatives. He was only sad for a short period, then went on with his life. He developed his cold personality from then on.
Sven was discovered for his abilities, and entered Lunus Palace. Lunus Palace is home to the Lunus Imperials, the strongest people throughout the country. Most of them happen to be friends with the king, Alex Vera. Sven served in the army for a time, even leading the gun division of the Army during the Valkyrie War. Sven didn't like the post, and offered it up to Lane, Flannery's brother. He is still considered the third great gunner of the Lunus Imperials. He met Alexander, a bowmen of the Army, who was also an advanced engineer. He created the motorcycle that Sven uses. He also was gifted his gun by the Imperial Engineer married team, James and Amy Heatherfield. They also supply him with his tracers.
After Sven left the Army, he started work as a free assassin. He took out any person he disliked, but never targeted a Lunus Imperial. When the Elusyians discovered Eritseas, Sven immediately left the world, searching for new challenges, and new kills. As an assassin, every aspect of it was already perfected, and he was going to use it.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
His first world, or should I say, second. Sven was on a desert world, barely a green speck in site. The wind was roaring and his cloak was all a twirl. The Raven for sure. He couldn't ride his bike into the city, the dunes were too ruff. If he had flown in, he would likely have been shot down.
Sven had been walking, walking, trudging, for almost two hours. Much to his relief, he finally found a small town that came into sight once he got to the top of a sand hill. He was lucky to tell the truth. Not a single monster had attacked him, and he hadn't run out of water. That meant that he was still in pretty good condition.
As he finally made his way into the town, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then looked up. Not a soul was to be seen. Only a small line of maybe ten building on either side made up the "town". The only sound, besides the wind, was a small sign creaking, advertising the Inn. The place was dead, a ghost town, not a sign of life was evident. He was royally screwed.
He continued down the line, towards the Inn. He figured there would at least be a bed that he could rest on. Clack, clink, clack, clink. His pointed metal boots were creating echoes off of the stone street. Just as he was about to create an echo off of the wood that formed the "porch" of the inn, Sven heard a shout.
"H-hey! Hey you!"
Sven spun, on the other side of the line was a man, maybe fifty in years, who held a small Earthen police pistol. It was pointed at him.
" Don't shoot, I don't mean any harm, I'm just here to stay at the Inn, I'll pay whatever price you want."
"I doant give a damn 'bout your munny! This here town doant take kindly te strangers and dats exactly whatch you are!"
Now Sven was annoyed, this old coot was being completely unreasonable! He wasn't even giving him the courtesy of proper Galactic Common. Oh well, if blood must be spilled, then blood must be spilled.
Sven raised his arms, "I said I don't want any trouble, if you could just put the gun down, then I'll-''
At that moment, Sven snapped his fingers on his right hand. The old man pulled the trigger, but the bullet only bit wood. In Sven's place was a quickly dispersing cloud of black smoke. And to the right of the man, was another cloud. Except, at the center of this cloud, was Sven. Against the man's temple, was Sven's gun.
"I don't want trouble, but I'll still take it."
Sven pulled the trigger, and another small cloud of death black smoke erupted from the shotguns barrel. That, along with a bullet, a bullet that hit the man dead on and sent him flying out into the desert, never to come back. Poor old man.
Sven through his gun into the air and it disappeared with a couple wisps. He echoed into the Inn and found it full of cowering people. Not such a ghost town after all. He walked over to the counter, laid out twenty dollars worth of gold coins, then went up the rotting wooden stairs. He immediately smelled mildew, but didn't mind. The first bedroom he got to, he found a couple in bed. He grabbed them both by the necks and threw them out. Sven grabbed new sheets from the closet (half eaten by moths), layed them on the bed, and layed down himself. Just as he was about to slip off to sleep, one thought entered his mind,
"I hope that not all of the worlds have people this weak."
Alias/Nickname: "The Raven"
Gender: Male
Race: Anmivera
Age: 26
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170
Homeworld: Eritseas
Languages: Galactic Common
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Assassin (Free Agent, kills who he wants to kill.)
Appearance: When seen from afar, Sven seems like nothing more than a human-sized raven in flight. His long black cloak that goes from shoulder to ankle is what causes this. The cloak is in tatters and flows around in the winds. When he moves around, it seems to flow, warp, and lash out. The cloak, and his affinity for darkness, is what earned him the nickname "The Raven". Underneath his cloak, he wears a black shirt and black pants (explained in apparel).
Physically, Sven is a very tall and very well muscled individual. He doesn't ever seem lanky because he is so well defined, from years of practice. He is built up enough to be quite strong, and seem quite strong, put it isn't too much. His muscles are smooth and seemly, not gross or off-putting.
His hair is long and shaggy. It goes down to the top of his forearms, complete his costume of black, for his hair is jet black too. His eyes are a nice, dark green, that doesn't allows seem to fight in with the rest of his body. He has a sharp-ish chin and an average lengthed face (not to long but not to short). His face is more on the thin side, you can't really have a muscular face. His lips are a pale peach that are mostly just a thin line. When he finds something amusing, he will sometimes smirk. Either that or his eyes will sort of twinkle with a laugh. His laugh itself is a deep but short chuckle. Sven's skin throughout is rather pale. Not ghostly pale, more like isolated-from-the-dark pale.
Skills:-=COMBAT=-
--Physical--
Strength:2=3p
Endurance:2=3p
Dexterity:2=3p
Speed:2=3p
Reflexes:2=3p
Acrobatics:3=6p
Stealth:1=1p
--Weapons--
Melee:2=3p
Shotguns:3=6p
--Mental--
Tactics:3=6p
-=PERSONALITY=-
Speech Craft:3=6p
Commerce:2=3p
Empathy:1=1p
Leadership:1=1p
-=Vehicles=-
--Aircraft--
Piloting: Fighters:2=3p
--Landcraft--
Driving: Bikes:2=3p
--Mechanics--
Repairs: Aircraft:1=1p
Repairs: Bikes:2=3p
--SURVIVAL--
First Aid:2=3p
Hunting:3=6p
Total: 67 out of 70. 3 points left.
Magic:
Hawkeye, Level Three Spell.
Battle Teleportation, UNIQUE SPELL: Allows Sven to disappear and reappear a short distance away. This can be on the ground, in the air, anywhere within about twenty yards or ten in an actual battle. He can stay in the void for about fifteen seconds. It also grants the power to let him come out swinging, as in being able to appear and do a flip, then disappear again. He can combine this ability with the rounds from his gun to allow them to teleport all around, making it extremely hard to dodge. Is controlled with his mind. The teleportation, when activated, creates a pitch-black cloud of wispy smoke to appear where Sven was, the amount of smoke is equal to the size of Sven, but not in the same shape. It spreads out in a cloud around the area, writhes, then disappears. The same thing happens when Sven reappears, only it spreads out from around his body.
Sven also can make his custom motorcycle reappear and disappear in the smoke, although the bike can stay in the void until Sven calls it back.
Now, such a great ability does have its draw backs. When the black as night smoke is breathed in, it affects the body. The smoke is made of burnt up magic, and when it gets into someones body, it weakens the magic within them. Since Sven is surrounded by the smoke, he breathes it in. This means, the more and more he uses teleportation, the weaker it gets. It activates slower, and forces you to reappear sooner. Because the amount of smoke is equivalent to what it affects, making things like his slender bike that warps to become the size of a .Tank. generally generates a large amount of smoke. Thus weakening those who breathe it in, faster.
Total: 3+67=70. 0 Points Remaining.
Inventory
Weapon(s): Sven carries around one and only one actual weapon. It is his special full sized, sleek, midnight black, one handed shotgun. This gun is a little weird though. It doesn't fire off a scatter shot, and it doesn't have a short distance, but it packs all of the power and speed of a shotgun. Its more of a fast and powerful rifle, for one hand. Its a single barrel machine that holds up to two-hundred bullets, thanks to many modifications. It doesn't have a bulbous clip or anything, its just a shotgun, with a LOT of bullets packed into it. These bullets are specially made for Sven though. They have a little bit of dark magic in them that allows a very painful attack. When fired, pitch black, wispy smoke bursts from the shotgun, then dissipates after writhing through the air in a small cloud. This smoke also appears during Sven's teleportation, in a larger quantity. The gun can stay in the void if Sven chooses to send it there with teleportation.
The gun has another modification to it. A blade that runs across the entire top of the gun, stopping where the handle starts, has been attached. The blade can collapse back into the gun, and then is covered up. When the blade is out, it is razor sharp and glinting with its silver body. The edge points away from the gun, so Sven can swing it as a melee weapon, to slice off limbs or you know, whatever. This can be put to a deadly combination with his teleportation.
Sven also carries around about twenty tracers at all time. He plants these on people he wants to watch or his enemies that hes trying to shoot. He has a secret source that supplies him his tracers and bullets.
Apparel: As said before, Sven has a long cloak that goes from shoulder to ankle. It is ripped, torn, has holes, and is generally tattered, which Sven likes. It ripples around him as he moves and makes him seem that much more ominous when he is spinning around with his teleportation. It never seems to get in the way of things though. It is attached at the shoulders, and when Sven raises his arms to do something, it just falls back to accompany him.
Underneath the cloak, Sven has a black long sleeved shirt. Its a little thin, but blends in with the shadows and the cloak. His pants are the same way. He doesn't wear any armor (as if he needs it).
His shoes are actually hard metal. They end in a nice point at his toes. When teleporting, he sometimes uses these to punch a nice, swift kick.
Starship(s): He has a custom made small ship that doubles as a motorcycle. An army friend made it for him and it can convert back and forth. It just a small thing, about the size of a tank. It has room for one and enough supplies to last a month. Its a sleek midnight black (a theme, it seems) and is like a three-dimensional arrowhead. It has warp drive and can reach speeds of two light years an hour without warp drive. Is necessary because he can only teleport short distances, and needs a vehicle to do major traveling. It is armed with a pair of proto gatling guns that are quite powerful and stick out from the front sides of the ship.
Vehicle(s): He has a nice, sleek, midnight black motorcycle that doubles as a space craft. It has a top speed of ninety miles per hour and is armed with a pair of machine guns that are just above the front wheel. It is a thin model that was custom made by an army friend for Sven. The bike can produce metallic wings that allow minor flight and gliding. Of course, it can convert entirely to a spacecraft. Has the ability to disappear with Sven when he teleports and can stay in the void indefinitely.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral Evil, is calm in his ways, but you don't want to mess with him, he's remorseless.
Likes: The dark, messing with peoples heads, his job, acting or putting on a show (not an actual show, put making people think he is a totally different person), making people rightfully fear him.
Dislikes: People who are rather stupid, people who don't realize how funny he actually is, politicians.
Description: Sven is a lone wolf, as most assassins are. He hides in the shadows and attacks when its right. He has monumental patience and can sit still for hours. He has honed his skills to be perfect, and he rarely messes up a job. He has trained himself into the perfect condition, so he can easily take out squadrons of men.
Outside of combat, Sven is an interesting character. He has a rather dry, dark, sarcastic, and ironic humor to himself. He laughs at strong emotions like love, lost, hope, and the like. Although, he does have a strong understanding of hate, even when he isn't one to feel it very often. Mostly when he goes for a kill, he does it because he sees them as a problem or as an annoying fly. He isn't one that you want to annoy.
He has never been much of a party animal, he works alone. He may sometimes accompany two or three on a mission, but never more (HA, pun). He doesn't dance, he doesn't make small talk, he doesn't drink or smoke, he is a serious kind of person that goes from job to job.
Now, I'm not saying that he can't act like he is. If he is going under cover or it would help to be friendly with someone (like merchants), he can play the part perfectly. He can be nice, charming, sexy, whatever. He has never really dated much, and doesn't have a sex life to talk about. Sven goes from one mission to another, and doesn't play games in between. The only time he ever does is if it would help to further a mission. He will do anything if it helps further the mission.
BIOGRAPHY
Sven doesn't have a very important childhood. Eritseas wasn't discovered yet, so Sven lived a normal Eritsean life. He was raised on the death of monsters in the nearby plains. He learned how to use a gun from an early age. Some of the kids in Lunus (one of the two countries on Lunus) thought Sven was weird because he used a gun instead of a sword, but he didn't mind, although this started the birth of his lone wolf personality. He went to a university, and graduated at seventeen (universities are different in this world than others). At fourteen, Sven was informed that his parents had been killed, and Sven was stranded with out any relatives. He was only sad for a short period, then went on with his life. He developed his cold personality from then on.
Sven was discovered for his abilities, and entered Lunus Palace. Lunus Palace is home to the Lunus Imperials, the strongest people throughout the country. Most of them happen to be friends with the king, Alex Vera. Sven served in the army for a time, even leading the gun division of the Army during the Valkyrie War. Sven didn't like the post, and offered it up to Lane, Flannery's brother. He is still considered the third great gunner of the Lunus Imperials. He met Alexander, a bowmen of the Army, who was also an advanced engineer. He created the motorcycle that Sven uses. He also was gifted his gun by the Imperial Engineer married team, James and Amy Heatherfield. They also supply him with his tracers.
After Sven left the Army, he started work as a free assassin. He took out any person he disliked, but never targeted a Lunus Imperial. When the Elusyians discovered Eritseas, Sven immediately left the world, searching for new challenges, and new kills. As an assassin, every aspect of it was already perfected, and he was going to use it.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
His first world, or should I say, second. Sven was on a desert world, barely a green speck in site. The wind was roaring and his cloak was all a twirl. The Raven for sure. He couldn't ride his bike into the city, the dunes were too ruff. If he had flown in, he would likely have been shot down.
Sven had been walking, walking, trudging, for almost two hours. Much to his relief, he finally found a small town that came into sight once he got to the top of a sand hill. He was lucky to tell the truth. Not a single monster had attacked him, and he hadn't run out of water. That meant that he was still in pretty good condition.
As he finally made his way into the town, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then looked up. Not a soul was to be seen. Only a small line of maybe ten building on either side made up the "town". The only sound, besides the wind, was a small sign creaking, advertising the Inn. The place was dead, a ghost town, not a sign of life was evident. He was royally screwed.
He continued down the line, towards the Inn. He figured there would at least be a bed that he could rest on. Clack, clink, clack, clink. His pointed metal boots were creating echoes off of the stone street. Just as he was about to create an echo off of the wood that formed the "porch" of the inn, Sven heard a shout.
"H-hey! Hey you!"
Sven spun, on the other side of the line was a man, maybe fifty in years, who held a small Earthen police pistol. It was pointed at him.
" Don't shoot, I don't mean any harm, I'm just here to stay at the Inn, I'll pay whatever price you want."
"I doant give a damn 'bout your munny! This here town doant take kindly te strangers and dats exactly whatch you are!"
Now Sven was annoyed, this old coot was being completely unreasonable! He wasn't even giving him the courtesy of proper Galactic Common. Oh well, if blood must be spilled, then blood must be spilled.
Sven raised his arms, "I said I don't want any trouble, if you could just put the gun down, then I'll-''
At that moment, Sven snapped his fingers on his right hand. The old man pulled the trigger, but the bullet only bit wood. In Sven's place was a quickly dispersing cloud of black smoke. And to the right of the man, was another cloud. Except, at the center of this cloud, was Sven. Against the man's temple, was Sven's gun.
"I don't want trouble, but I'll still take it."
Sven pulled the trigger, and another small cloud of death black smoke erupted from the shotguns barrel. That, along with a bullet, a bullet that hit the man dead on and sent him flying out into the desert, never to come back. Poor old man.
Sven through his gun into the air and it disappeared with a couple wisps. He echoed into the Inn and found it full of cowering people. Not such a ghost town after all. He walked over to the counter, laid out twenty dollars worth of gold coins, then went up the rotting wooden stairs. He immediately smelled mildew, but didn't mind. The first bedroom he got to, he found a couple in bed. He grabbed them both by the necks and threw them out. Sven grabbed new sheets from the closet (half eaten by moths), layed them on the bed, and layed down himself. Just as he was about to slip off to sleep, one thought entered his mind,
"I hope that not all of the worlds have people this weak."