Reserved, rather humble, but is usually quite wise.
Selvane was born in the Polish town of Kiev, during the Cold War. His father was a Russian dignitary. His father was kind and just, and wanted the best for his family. Selvane (whom was then known as Sergei) was sent to a government military school in Vladivostok, where the finest education and military training was attained for him. He showed an affinity for the outdoors and for vehicle design. At the age of 18, Sergei returned to Kiev, to live with his family for a time.
After several months, odd things began to happen around the family compound. Objects disappeared, as did people. Screams were heard in the night. Sounds of footsteps and people rushing about were heard outside.
Sergei's father became increasingly uneasy, as did Sergei. Then, one day, Vladiva sat his son down and told him this:
"Sergei, I have...ties to the old country, that I do not like, yet follow me about."
"A long time ago, I was involved in an...operation for the people. It was very dangerous, and many outsiders wanted knoweledge of it. When I finished with the project, I came here, to live out the rest of my days in peace. Now, I fear that peace is shattered." Here, the old man stopped. He sighed, and his eyes that had been so resolute for his whole life gave way to despair.
"My son," he continued, his head hung, "if ever something should happen to me, the family, or our home, there is something you must do. In the library, behind my copy of War and Peace, there is a briefcase. You must take that case and never let anyone see it. Its contents are bigger than both you I, or even the motherland. Pray that it never comes to this, but I fear that it will soon. Trust in God, and do not forget what I have said."
Sergei nodded, not quite understanding the enormity of what he had just been told.
A week later, after the mysterious happenings had increased in frequency, Sergei was awakened by the sick sound of bullets hitting a body. He knew what had to be done.
Relying on the discipline that he had learned and the skills he had perfected, he made his way to the library, found the briefcase, and crept from his home.
As he was sneaking away, in the night, the house exploded in a huge fireball of red, orange, and yellow. He was picked up by the explosion and sent sailing into the nearby forest.
When he awoke from his unconcious state the next morning, he saw odd soldiers, searching around his location. They were spongin. He escaped with the case.
He walked through the woodlands of Poland for weeks, surviving with the training he had gotten from Vladivostok. Early one morning, he stumbled upon an enclave of the Jihad. It was a small village of the Order of Jihaddi Philosophers. The kind Jihaddi took him in, and tutored him in the ways of mental prowess (which was later honed to minor psychic ability) and philosophy. It was here, under the guidance of these monks of the Jihad, that Sergei learned of the Purple Pestilence, and realized that his father was killed by the minions..killed for the information that Sergei now had.
It was then that Sergei took the name Selvane and made the decision to join the Jihad. With his knoweledge of craft design, it was a logical choice to join the EGfaBT. He is now part of general ops in the Verthandic Rangers. He has vowed to avenge his family's death, and will use all of his abilities to do so.