Arnóriel Dúrin

[Korvo]

Biographical Information​

Homeworld
Date of Birth
Age
Urdur
6868 BBY
35 GSY

Biological Information​

Species
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair Color
Eye Color
Skin Color
Morellian
Male
1.80 meters
75 kilograms
Black
Dark
Pale

Factional Information​

Affiliation(s)
Position
Master(s)
Apprentice(s)
Ideology
Kill(s)
Jedi Order; Deucalians
Jedi Knight; Seiðrmaðr
Wyck
None
Sagacious
None

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Arnóriel Dúrin

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Arnóriel Dúrin (colloquially known as Arnor for simplicity to Basic-speakers) was a male Jedi Knight of Deucalian descent. Morellian-blooded by virtue of his mother, Arnor was born into the now-extinct Dúrin Clan, a branch of the larger and more famed Thorite Clan of the Deucalian people. Raised as a seiðrmaðr, Arnor was ultimately introduced to the Jedi Order as a youth, albeit at an older age than ordinary, through volatile events that he still struggles to put behind him.

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▵Biography

《When I was young, my master told me to be careful that I am not overcome by hate. For through unconquered hatred, I may be twisted into something more terrible than my own imaginings. But that time, I couldn’t imagine my life without it, for hate, I believed, was all I had. It came so easy, and from that which it stemmed, I’d felt that in me, it was justified. Warranted. Vindicated, even. Hate… came so easily, so naturally, born from what was so deeply written and woven to my soul, it seemed incomprehensible that I should have forsaken it. It was my right, and my rancor, festering beneath the surface.

That was a long time ago, now. Things have changed. My life_has changed. But I still bear the scars of memories from a long time ago. They still follow me, cling_to me like a shadow to the body. What has given me comfort is what Master Wyck once said to me, during my Ceremony of Knighthood; to not doubt myself, for often it is the Light from in the darkness that burns brightest. That those who overcome often become the bastions of which the Light will never fade. For which is the nobler path? To be born in the Light? Or to overcome the Darkness within yourself through great effort?

This is the story of my_path. Who I was and who I have come to be. I was told that this journey of sorts,would be... for lack of a better term, therapeutic. Help me to better see who I now am, how far I've come, and perhaps in the end, give me solace. Peace. This is my story, of how I―who was reborn in hate―learned to give up that which was most precious to me, and become better for it.

My life began on Urdur. A dark and cold world, barren of sapient life. It seemed to be the only worlds my people were attracted to. I am a Deucalian, a traditionally-warrior people, though diversity has ebbed at us until now. Divisions separate our culture along many lines, but my ancestors bore fate's will to be descendant of the Thorite Clan. An honorable people of noble traditions and practices, were it not for their disgust for the Force. For my ancestors were spirit-weavers, a term we give to the Force-practicing traditions of our shamans and druids. Ostracized and outcasts, they fled once they grew in number out of fear of preemptive retaliation due to our growing presence. Ended up on Urdur, my home. And generations later, I was born.

My clan, the Dúrin Clan, was smaller than those of the Great Claws. I would even go so far as to say we were probably somewhat isolationists, but at least in some measure, they took to outsiders. My own mother was not of our blood, but Morellian. My clan looked at being 'touched of the spirits', our expression for sensitivity to the Force, as a blessing, not a curse. I don't know if it was his whole reason, but my father had once told me that I would have a longer life than his own, better able to enjoy the blessings of the unseen world for centuries before I fell to age. But however benign we might have been, we were still at our roots Deucalians, and in time, our nature drew us into conflict with the clan of another warrior society; Clan Vau of the Mandalorians. The source of the discord between us was unknown to be; territorial disputes, raids, cultural rivalry, or even just the general distaste Mandalorians have for Force-sensitives. But in time, things came to a bloody end.

In retrospect, I could not help but wonder if it was the company_we had chosen to keep that wove the threads of fate for us. I was ten years of age when the Jedi Order came. How they had discovered us, I do not know. But they were welcomed, such as it was. They came through peace and with an offering; we all touched the Force, could feel its presence and heeded its call, but there was so much more they had to offer―to teach_us. But we were cautious, if nothing else. Our past was one of the many condemned, so they reached a compromise. To the Jedi, they would present an offering. They would present... me. I would go with the Jedi Order, learn their ways and heed what they would teach me, and in many years time, they would see what I had become and make their choice.

That night would be the last I saw of any of my people as they still drew breath. And it was in the night that they came. I still remember it all―we could all sense_the imminence of what was about to happen, the inevitability. But we were still unprepared, overwhelmed. They came from the skies and bore their weapons over us like a deluge of crimson fire. I remember the azure glow of the fiery axes and even the Jedi that joined in our defense. Screams, blood, and pain. In time, I was captured by a Mandalorian warrior that held a blade to my throat, threatening a Jedi with my life. I can't remember the words that were spoken―in fact, I couldn't even understand_them. They all spoke Basic. But the next thing I felt was the sharp pain and warmth and something hot spilled down my chest. My own blood, from the gaping wound in my open neck.

I don't recall what happened next, but I do recall a dream. There was no light or color, no sounds or shapes. Only a feeling. Like warmth, but... not of the sensate kind. It was like materialized compassion, empathy. And then I awoke, gagging and choking. The Jedi from before was there, kneeling over my body, and my head turned. And there, I saw everything on fire. Everyone dead. Everything gone. I would fall into darkness again, but even then I could comprehend. My clan was dead. My family, my clan... all gone. I was the lastborn of Dúrin, or Dúrinsend.

My next awakening was in a place I didn't know, and with a creature I'd never seen before. A few in the room, which was dimly lit with the light of a golden sun, attempted to speak to me, but their words were just noise. Among my clan, we had no need for any but the Old Tongue; I'd never learned Basic. In truth, I still do not know it, not truly. I'd attempted to speak back to them, if only to let them know I was not ignoring their words, but all that came was, gags and gasps, strains of sounds. My voice, it was gone. I touched my throat and found a long wound that bumped against my hand. And then, I remembered; my throat was slit, and yet here I was. Alive, else in the Unseen World. But then I was trapped within myself, not able to speak nor able to understand.

At least, that was the case until a mind reached out to me. And... I understood. Like a voice in my head, speaking in my tongue. It was the small creature, elderly it seemed. I thought him strange at first, for I'd not seen his like before. But he would become the one of the greatest souls I'd ever known, and a mentor to me, known by only a single, simple name; Wyck. My training with the Jedi was not an easy one. I had to learn how to speak, as I do now, projecting my thoughts into recipient minds and absorbing the impressions of others to understand them. It was a long process, and difficult, he was patient. And in time, I learned. But as that time passed, I never learned to let go of the hatred and resentment. At my life, the loss I felt, the anger at the Mandalorians. In some capacity, I even began to blame the Jedi, deep in my heart. And it became a rancor inside me, rotting my spirit.

It grew to such an extent that for a time, my training had to be halted and some among the masters called for my expulsion. Too much anger, and an unwillingness to let go of it. And at the time? They were right, I couldn't. It had come to define me. Self-pity, anger at circumstances beyond mine or anyone else's control, resentment toward the very concept of destiny. I didn't even know where to direct it all, so I directed it toward everything, indiscriminately. It took me over a year to learn_to let go of the past, of regret and a yearning to change what cannot be changed, and through all of those difficult times, Master Wyck was always there when I needed him. And for that, I will, forever, be grateful and indebted to him.

I look upon who I was before, the kind of young man that was trapped in the emotional past of a ten-year-old boy, and I struggle to again not feel regret that I had not learned to release the past sooner. Wisdom was lacking within me, and I still_strive to attain it―even now. Because the past still calls to me. That dark place deep inside, what now sleeps in the Light has not faded away―not truly. Not yet. But it will. And when it does I will become a better man for it. No longer a victim―for I am a Jedi Knight, and I will no longer fall prey to anything. Not even myself.》

▵Anima & Persona

Arnóriel can often appear to have a solitary personality, preferring isolation over sharing the company of others. His choice of dark robes also has lended itself to a misconception of his retaining a darker personality, and he has more than once been mistaken for a Jedi Shadow. With his omnipresent white mask also part of his attire, Arnóriel has often been perceived as austere, unapproachable, detatched, and enigmatically inscrutable. As such, in addition to him often not approaching others, Arnóriel himself is seldom approached by his own peers. The fact that such behavior towards him neither offends or bothers him also has contributed to this misconception of Arnóriel being distant and taciturn.

However, Arnóriel actually enjoys the company of others, but prefers keeping his distance due to his uncomfortableness regarding his inability to speak. As a mute, Arnóriel can only speak to other sapients via telepathy, which can sometimes startle fellow Jedi, or can outright terrify non-Force sensitives at hearing a voice in their heads. Because he is so telepathically and empathically sensitive and receptive, Arnóriel also has difficulty in some crowds, unless he actively shields his mind as he does in combat to "control the flow", as it were. Otherwise, to him, it is not dissimilar to being around people constantly speaking without end, making it difficult for him to "hear himself" or concentrate. Arnóriel also prefers not publicly putting himself in potential situations where he may expected to communicate with someone in a way that is dependent on verbal input, such as speaking over long-distance coms with an unknown person or speaking with a droid, which he is incapable of.

In truth, Arnóriel is actually very thoughtful and sensitive to the feelings of others, albeit to reasonable extents. While a Padawan under the guidance of Wyck, the Deucalian Jedi gained a deep appreciation of xenoarcheology, philosophy and martial arts. Although a warrior by nature, the impressions of his upbringing as a seiðrmaðr developed within him an appreciation for what the shamans of the Deucalians call the World-Unseen, an all-encompassing term for the Netherworld of the Force, as well as the Living Force and Cosmic Force. As such, the investigation and study of the Force is Arnóriel's favored field.

As a Deucalian, however, Arnóriel still bears a warrior's nature and instincts, willing to enter into combat with the ideal of not taking a life unless he is unable to overcome a foe otherwise. This has resulted in Arnóriel seldom taking a life in the era of constant warfare and carnage that he was born into, and enabled him to sustain a stronger and healthier connection to the Light Side of the Force.
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Powers & Abilities

Arnóriel had developed a number of practical skills throughout his life, prior to his Jedi training, such as mechanical skills and survivalist methods. Much of this also stems around combat, the study of the Force and, following his entry into the Jedi Order, the Light Side.

Force Aptitude: Arnóriel had never personally considered himself to have been particularly gifted with the Force, and instead believed that his disability forced his level of dedication and perseverance. As he developed his gifts, his affinity towards manifesting Force powers were a fundamental element that initiated his latent ability to connect with life, especially mentally.

The Physical Body—Arnóriel is naturally athletic, and uses the Force to bolster his capabilities in this regard. While he does not immediately fall into the practice, he can perform as a true acrobatic. While he can and frequently does use the Force to bolster his natural speed, strength, resilience or jumping capacity to superhuman magnitudes, he specifically chooses to engage in extravagant movements, including flipping or somersaulting, as both a means of motion and evasion, but also as a method of bewildering a less-agile opponent. While Arnóriel is more prone to deflect an attack, he can easily quicken his body and reflexes to outright dodge them. Through necessity, however, Arnóriel will adapt to various situations as he is required, if they become a necessity for survival.

Sense—A highly honed field for Arnóriel, Sense-aspect Force powers came relatively easy to him. Although he had some level of ability to augment his natural senses, such as sight, hearing or touch, it was his capacity for detecting danger that was honed from experience that remained his best ability. Due to his Deucalian heritage, Arnóriel's 'danger sense' is keen and sharp. While he has demonstrated a susceptibility to experiencing Force Visions, they are involuntary and he cannot control it. Arnóriel is also very sensitive to the active use of the Force around him, enabling him to detect its presence and source, in some situations. This allows him to often possess enough clairvoyance to see through Force Illusions and other trickery to the mind, while at the same time, he is highly capable of screening his thoughts and can both elude the physical senses of others while resisting attempts to detect his presence through the Force.

Healing—In spite of being a survivalist, Arnóriel has very little skill in mending wounds through the Force, and often preferred more mundane methods of self-preservation. He hasn't the skill to heal either himself or anyone else in any real or practical capacity. Simply put, Arnóriel is not a healer. His abilities in this regard can be pushed through necessity, but he could not save a jeopardized life with it.

Energy Manipulation—Energy manipulation was always a peculiarity for Arnóriel; he did not possess a natural talent for it, but it was a constant field of study for him. His somewhat limited abilities regarding the manifestation or manipulation of energies, Force-related or otherwise, are circumvented to an extent due to his own efforts. He has the ability to absorb non-concentrated energy, such as the ambient heat within an object or electricity in an open circuit, but not if it were actively directed toward him. The only notable strength Arnóriel has in this field is that he is a strong telekinetic, able to use his telekinesis as a blunt instrument, protective field or as a refined tool.

Telepathy—By far, Arnóriel's most potent fields is telepathy and mental manipulations, whether to sentients or non-sentients. Having been forced to become an expert telepath due to necessity, Arnóriel is extraordinarily skilled in telepathic communication. Arnóriel is capable of both projecting his thoughts to multiple sapient minds, and also receiving telepathic and empathic impressions from those around him. As he never learned any language beyond Deucalic, which is what also prevented him from being able to understand the Jedi Knights that had rescued him, Arnóriel is also able to use connect to those around him on a subconscious level with the Force, innately allowing him to understand the speech of those near him (and they, in turn, understand him as well), as an extension of his telepathy. In addition, Arnóriel is able to direct the famed Jedi Mind Trick directly into a sapient's mind, can probe the mind of others (if allowed to concentrate on them), place conscious minds in stasis, cast illusions through the Force and striking minds telepathically with the characteristics of vertigo, causing extreme disorientation, dizziness and nausea.​

Lightsaber Prowess: Although a trained at an older age in the Jedi Order compared to many of his contemporaries, Arnóriel has both competent ability and knowledge as a lightsaber wielder, having adapted to it quickly and readily due to his training as part of the Deucalian society. Although his mastery is limited, he has at least a superficial understanding of the lightsaber arts and exercises minimal applications of several of the classical lightsaber forms.

Form I: Shii-Cho—The base form from which all Jedi initially learn, Arnóriel is moderately trained in Shii-Cho. Although not his form of choice, he will almost always begin or revert to Shii-Cho is unexpected situations, taking advantage of its 'strength in simplicity'. Of its many maneuvers, Arnóriel often favored the sun djem disarming strike, even when employing other forms.

Form II: Makashi—Arnóriel is a great admirer of the finesse and grace of Makashi, and heavily borrowed the tactics that steadied a practitioner against attacks through the Force, against either mind or body. Precision, economic movements and defenses against disarming were also core principles that he utilized and sought to incorporate, although he does not adapt much else from it, such as the fluidity of bladework and a focus on footwork. Knowledge of Makashi is Arnóriel best defense against it, recognizing a practitioner's methods, maneuvers and tactics.

Form III: Soresu—Soresu was never Arnóriel's form of choice, having a preference for more aggressive tactics in combat, although he did find himself favoring some methods native to the style. Tight bladework and the utilization of momentum to minimize energy expenditure were some of his favored tactics from Soresu, which proved particularly useful for him due to his weapon of choice. Arnóriel is not very experienced in Soresu as a whole, however, not with its defensive maneuvers, and his efforts to mesh Soresu's defenses with Makashi's offenses were less than effective for him. While he still adheres to many of Soresu's techniques and applications, Arnóriel no longer attempts to practice Form III, having come to consider it inefficient for most engagements.

Form IV: Ataru—As a wielder of the double-bladed lightsaber, and as the apprentice to Jedi Master Wyck, Arnóriel has trained heavily with Ataru. Although athletic, Arnóriel had to train his body to be truly acrobatic, and Ataru's strengths strongly complimented his method of fighting; namely, deceptive movements meant to confuse an opponent, but without sacrificing the practices of minimalism and economy of movement. Although he values its aggressive approach and its fast-pace, Arnóriel still prefers his primary form over Ataru.

Form V: Shien / Djem So—Form V had once been contemplated as the 'bread and butter' style for Arnóriel, striking the balance between offensive and defensive principles he'd wanted from Soresu and Makashi, with the advantage of strength that Shii-Cho never supported. The tactics of, not just deflecting, but redirecting attacks, counterattacking and using raw strength to overwhelm his opponents are typically Arnóriel's foundation in combat. However, Arnóriel ultimately found the form too rooted and grounded. While appreciative of the advantages to be found with Shien and Djem so, he ultimately chose not to invest in the form.

Form VI: Niman—Arnóriel had always seen Niman as the ideal form for almost any fighter. Moderate in all aspects, as well as the emphasis of incorporating Force usage alongside martial combat, Arnóriel personally considered Niman to be the progressive evolution of Shii-Cho. Although he integrated some facets of Niman into his personal fighting style, specifically methods of incorporating Force attacks in combat, Arnóriel had considered Shii-Cho to be sufficient enough for him to compensate for the unexpected, and simply made himself knowledgeable of the form.

Form VII: Juyo—No other form has elicited equal measures of both fascination and resonance from Arnóriel as Juyo. Indeed, so harmonious was Arnóriel's first exercise with the dynamic form of combat that he'd adopted it as his primary form almost instantly, in the stread of Form V: Shien/Djem So. Beyond his natural aptitude, Arnóriel also considered Juyo’s raw intensity as a way to constantly test himself to see how entrenched in the Light he had become, as it forces him to consistently evaluate his place in the Force and his mindset, both in and out of combat. Capitalizing on its characteristics of unpredictability and the extreme emotional control it demands from its practitioner, Arnóriel considers Juyo to be the perfect form for him.​

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Equipment

As with all Jedi, Arnóriel's primary possession is, first and foremost, his lightsaber, which he'd created himself as a double-bladed variant. Arnóriel has named his weapon Leiðarljós (Dþrúkállík, lit. meaning "Guiding Light"), both as a way to honor his Deucalian heritage, and also as a constant reminder to himself as to his goals and aspirations in his life as a Jedi Knight.

Although he does not carry it frequently on his person, Arnóriel also has his father's Elduröxi, which itself was called Ísbitari (Dþrúkállík, lit. meaning "Ice-Biter"). To Arnóriel, the weapon is more ceremonial than practical, although it is still fully-functional and able to be utilized as a melee weapon in martial combat. Compared to Leiðarljós, his lightsaber, Arnóriel considers Ísbitari to be lacking in applicable potential, precision and practicality. When in expectation of battle, however, Arnóriel typically conceals Ísbitari by mounting it upon his back, hidden by his cloak.

Another of Arnóriel's possessions is his personal armor, which he'd created himself. Unlike most of his possessions, Arnóriel's personal armor does not draw solely upon one single culture (namely, his own), but borrows a number of xenoracial inspirations. The armor itself is styled after the Thyrsian designs, including the gold traces, which the culture retained due to their spiritual reverence of the sun. Instead of a sun, the crest at the center of his armor bears a distinctly Deucalian brand, however, the symbol of the Dúrin Clan, of which he is now the sole bearer. Arnóriel's mask was of Atrisian design, emulating the visors worn by the Praetorian Guard, including the distinct markings. The cloak and lower part of his robes were reflective of the traditional Jedi Robes, meant to represent Arnóriel's allegiance to what the Order stood for.

With his preference for preparation of unexpected situations, Arnóriel also wears a utility belt with various components. On his person, he carries carries a number of basic necessities, such as a simple compact medical kit, a Jedi rebreather, grappling spike launcher, a Deucalian survival knife and datapad.

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Roleplays

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