Character
Aerys Mourn
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Full Name | Aerys Mourn |
Alias(es) | N/A |
Age | 23 |
Character Class(es) | e.g. Politician Noble etc |
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Rank(s) | Jedi Lord |
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Language(s) | Galactic Basic |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | Yes |
Force Alignment | Grey |
Character Alignment | Lawful Good |
Height | 1.73 meters [5 Foot 8] |
Weight | 77 kg [170 lbs] |
Hair | Black |
Eyes | Dark Grey |
Playby | Jon Snow |
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GENERAL INFORMATION
Aerys Mourn is an Echani Jedi Lord who grew up as the quiet outlier of his noble house, born with pitch-black hair in a culture that treats appearance as lineage and lineage as identity. Marked as different from birth, he was never openly shunned, only gently, perpetually set apart, a living reminder of blood that did not mirror itself perfectly. Where others found belonging through battle and tradition, Aerys found only distance. In that silence, he cultivated an uncommon perceptiveness: he learned to feel people, to read intention beneath posture, to hear conflict before it was spoken.
The Jedi recognized in him a calm gravity and an intuitive connection to the Force, and he left Eshan not in rebellion, but in resignation, stepping into a world where his difference became strength rather than blemish. Trained in the Order’s discipline but shaped by Echani philosophy, he approaches combat as dialogue and diplomacy as translation of unseen truths. He is not a warrior of spectacle or fervor, but of clarity, the type who ends fights before they erupt, understanding his opponents more deeply than they understand themselves.
Now known as a Jedi Lord, Aerys carries himself with an austere grace: noble not by title but by bearing, defined not by the bloodline that rejected him but by the inner stillness he forged from that rejection. He moves through the galaxy as a mediator, swordsman, and quiet arbiter of intent, a shadowborn Echani who turned exile into refinement, and silence into mastery.
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Aerys Mourn was born beneath the white towers of Eshan, heir to a noble house that measured lineage not by name or wealth, but by the purity of its blood and the elegance of its blade. From the moment he opened his eyes, he was a disruption, a child born not with the moon-pale hair of his people, but with hair black as shadow. It was not considered a deformity, merely a break, a quiet fracture in the uninterrupted mirror of Echani ancestry. His family never raised a hand against him, never spoke a word of cruelty, but distance became its own exile. He ate at the table, yet sat alone. He trained in their courts, yet sparred like a foreigner. Where his siblings were heirs to perfection, he was a reminder of imperfection given breath.HISTORY
So he learned to listen more than speak, to read the pause before a sentence, the hesitation before a strike, the unvoiced fear behind flawless posture. Where the Echani taught that truth lived in combat, he found truth before combat ever began. That gift unsettled them more than his dark hair had.
When the Jedi came on a diplomatic visit, they found him watching them from the courtyard steps, not with curiosity, but recognition. He did not know the word Force, but he had lived with its echo all his life, like a second pulse beneath his own. The decision to leave was not dramatic; there were no tears, no pleas to stay. House Mourn offered formal blessing, thin and distant. Only his grandmother clasped his shoulder and told him, “If they cannot read you, make them learn you.” It was the closest thing to belonging he had ever received.
Training among the Jedi was not easier, only different. Where others sought serenity in silence, Aerys found it in movement, the living conversation of blade to blade. His teachers soon realized he did not duel for victory; he understood people through opposition, learned them as Echani learn family, not by biography, but by intention. The Order had no word for that kind of knowing, so they called it discipline. He knew it was simply home, reinterpreted.
He has returned to Eshan only rarely, not to reclaim what was denied him, but to stand as proof that exile did not hollow him, it refined him. Among his people, his dark hair is no longer omen, but reminder: blood does not determine worth, only the way one chooses to bear its weight.
He was the shadow born into a family of light, and it was in shadow that he finally learned how to see.
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APPEARANCE
The man before them looked carved from winter itself, dark, storm-tossed curls falling just past his brow, touched by snowmelt and wind. His face held the rough-hewn honesty of the North: sharp jaw half-shadowed by a weary scruff, cheekbones drawn in stark relief against a pale complexion. His eyes were the most telling part of him, grey, cold as a frozen sea, yet burdened with something softer beneath, something unspoken and watchful. They held the look of someone who had seen ghosts and carried them still.
He wore the black of the Night’s Watch not as a uniform, but as a second skin, thick wool and battered leather layered for endurance more than show. The fur mantle draped across his shoulders looked as though it had weathered the same storms he had, its edges roughened by long campaigns in places where warmth was memory alone. His hands bore scars not of vanity or ornamental dueling, but of hard survival, the kind earned from blades that found bone, and winters that chose who would not rise again.
He stood with the posture of a man who had been shaped by duty from too young an age, carrying the quiet gravity of responsibility rather than the loudness of command. There was nobility in him, but not the courtly kind, a colder lineage, forged in solitude, carried without fanfare. Every inch of him spoke of someone who belonged to the wilds beyond the Wall as much as to the halls of men, a wanderer caught between blood and oath, snow and fire.
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PERSONALITY
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EQUIPMENT
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➣ | PRIVATE | Birds of a Feather [COMPLETE] - Oriadne meets with Exarch Kyyrk Xho-Verros to discuss her next steps, now that she is being fully discharged from rehabilitation. After considering the options presented to her, Oriadne elects to settle in the Exarch's domain for her time with the Ascendancy.
➣ | IC BLOG | The Displaced Sentinel [ONE SCENE] - The day comes where it is clear Oriadne has nothing further to offer to the Ascendancy, and though she could stay and make a good life amongst them, she feels driven to leave the Shiraya Expanse and see what else the galaxy has in store for her. After a brief stop on Naboo, she is pointed, by will of the Force, to the hidden world of Exegol.
➣ | ANNIHILATION | Final Eclipse [COMPLETE] - Oriadne arrives in the hours preceding the launch of the Galactic Alliance's assault on the Brotherhood of the Maw's 'throne world', and offers her assistance. The battle is won, and the Maw nigh-obliterated with her help, and that of countless others... some of whom have lost their lives, this day.
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