Character Alden Akaran

[Alden Akaran]

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"There is no greater adversary than the man who fights for what he believes in. What he's passionate about. Make that man you and you will see you are capable of far more than you dreamed possible."​

Species: Human​

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Age: 36 Galactic Standard Years​

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Height: 6 ft (183 cm)​

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Weight: 186 lbs (84.4 kg)​

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Build: Athletic/Toned​

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Eye Color: Blue​

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Hair Color: Dark Brown​

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Skin/Complexion: Caucasian/Fair​

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Faction: Unaffiliated​

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Force Alignment: Sensitive [Neutral]​

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Birthworld: Eiattu 6​

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Homeworld: Yesmireen​

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Occupation: Exile​

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Allegiance: Unaffiliated​

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Relationship(s)/Connection(s): ​

• Adron Malvern (Former Master/Ex Brother-in-Law)
• Faye Malvern (Ex Wife)
• Alessandra Creed (Acquaintance)
• Isley Verd (Acquaintance)
• John Locke (Acquaintance)
• Srina Talon (Acquaintance)

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Armor/Clothing:​

• Asheran Armorweave​
• VT-Kinetic Impact Gel​

Weaponry/Equipment:​

• KC-95 "Ace of Spades" Blaster Pistol​
• Alden's Prosthetic Arm​

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Type/Model: T-77 "Talon" Stealth Interceptor​

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Strengths (Include, but not limited to):​

• Loyal to a Cause (One of the greatest traits of the Naval Officer is his loyalty to his men, and to his service. He would do anything to serve and protect the men under his command.)
• Ace Pilot (Alden can fly with the best of them and continues to maintain and hone his skills even as he rises through the ranks.)
• Marksman (Even though Alden has spent his career in the cockpit, it has not stopped him from honing his skills with both a rifle and a sidearm.)
• Hardy and Headstrong (Alden has a constitution that has never been broken. He is the embodiment of resilience and has an incredibly strong will, and does not easily crack while being tortured. It is difficult to pry secrets from the naval officer.)

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Weaknesses (Include, but not limited to):​

• Punching Bag (Although Alden may be a skilled marksman, that combative prowess had not translated into the melee arts. His fighting abilities are comparable to those of a bar brawler.)
• Better Watch That Ego (Is that confidence? No, that's an ego. Alden is an all-star pilot, and he knows it, so he has developed a bit of an ego. It is not helpful that he has also made rank in the expedient man he has, which he uses to validate his ego.)
• Stubborn Fool (Though it can be a good thing while at the mercy of a captor, his stubborn nature and unwillingness to change at times, can hinder and take away from overall productivity.)

Character Theme​

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[Alden Akaran]

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- Early Life -

Alden's early life is somewhat shrouded in mystery, with many aspects withheld from public record. The reasoning behind the secrecy was simple: the family's heritage could paint an unwanted target on their backs.

Whereas the true origins of the man remain behind lock and key, released documents show that Alden's childhood was much like any might suspect of a civilian family of the Core World, Rendili. He and his twin, Cam Akaran, were born in the capital of Rendili, the sprawling metropolis of Edethor. His mother, Margrete, was an aspiring diplomat in the governing legislative body of the world, and his father, Jorr, was an officer in Edethor's security force. Because of the position his mother held within the government, he and his brother were afforded what many would consider a privileged upbringing, without need. The two received private educations and were never short of life's necessities. However, that did not mean the two were spoiled and drowned in luxury. With the help and mentorship of his parents, along with the countless staff who aided in the care of the two boys, Alden was forced to remain grounded and humble, being disciplined at the very sign of gallivanting about, given how fortunes had been showered upon him and his position within society. Unlike his twin, Alden was not so drawn to embedding himself with the common people of his home or community outreach.

By the time he and his brother had become teenagers, the two had become inseparable from one another, doing nearly everything together. Cam had even coerced Alden into attending and participating in his community outreach functions. But with time, interests would change again, and where his brother sought to follow in his mother's footsteps, Alden looked for a path of his own. He'd long respected and admired the work of the Galactic Alliance's military that protected him and his freedoms, so when he finally came of age, he was commissioned into the Navy, while Cam buried himself in texts and diplomacy.

- For the Alliance -

Alden quickly learned as he entered the Galactic Alliance Navy that not everything was as easy as he'd initially thought. It was grueling, both physically and emotionally, and he was tested in ways he'd never imagined he could be. If the stereotypical military knowledge wasn't stressful enough, he was pressed further by the fact that he'd chosen to commission instead of enlist. He threw himself ever deeper into responsibility and learn what leading actually entailed. It wasn't just screaming out orders and expecting those under you to honor them. No, it was much more than that. You had to inspire them, make them believe. Their lives were yours now, and just as their success would fall upon his shoulders, so too would their failures. That was something he took time to really learn, and because of that, he struggled early on.

Promoting from Ensign to Lieutenant took him longer than it did for the average troop, but it seemed that once he figured things out, he embraced it. And he did so with a sense of purpose. He became the officer who inspired and led his men in every facet. The leader who made himself an example to his men and a reflection of their success. And he carried their failures as his own. Their failures were on him. He learned this well and never again held himself above them. They were the reason he was where he was.

It didn't take him long to promote again. And again. Making it eventually to Commander, the rank prior to any form of an Admiral position. This put many under his wing and laid a heavy burden upon his shoulders, but one he embraced and one he took on well.

- The Fall -

Life cannot always bless one with fortune, and signs of fragility began to splinter throughout the Galactic Alliance and, in turn, the military that valiantly stood to protect her. Worry and panic had crept into the day-to-day lives of the crew aboard the Valiant, the cruiser Alden commanded, and as the First Order lashed out to force the pillar of freedom to crumble, Alden was tested to ensure his men remained inspired and still believed in what they did.

But war was a fickle mistress, and as it erupted, the Valiant found itself engulfed in its caress. Countless battles, Alden commander, even flying his own fighter to ensure every able-bodied pilot was on board and allowed the time to recuperate after a mission. However, after a number of long battles, the Cruiser and the men who served her seemed to have fought their last fight. They'd engaged their last foe and ultimately accepted that they might soon be seeing their death. But, she endured. They endured, though the Valiant was heavily damaged, with several systems, including the hyperdrive and communications array, rendered inert.

- Adrift -

The extensive damage left the Valiant to its own devices. They had no way to reach back to the Galactic Alliance for aid and no way to know that the Alliance had fallen. Instead, they were forced to drift aimlessly through the void of open space. They were near no allied planet with no communications and no hyperdrive. They had less than a year's rations, which they might be able to extend to two, maybe slightly more, if they really stretched them. There was no timetable. No comfort in their survival, but they had to believe they would. They had to believe in themselves, and Alden had to inspire them to keep driving forward. That they would return to a restored Alliance. One that had not given up on them.

After floating adrift in the vastness of open space for weeks, the ship finally made its way to the planet of Thyferra, where, without the ability to pilot or navigate any longer, it crashed onto the planet's surface below. The "Valiant" was gone, shattered and broken - smoldering - and Alden faced the greatest test of his entire life. Alone and afraid, he awaited a hopeful rescue on Thyferra.

- Another Life, Anew -

After a daring rescue from a Captain in the New Republic's Navy, Alden was broken by the news he received. The Alliance he once served was broken and gone. No more. In a sense, he died inside, but he knew he would have to move on. So now he found himself at an impasse. On the one hand, Alden had the option to travel to where this "New Republic" was forming, and on the other, he could break his ties with it all. With the government he served no more, his oath to serve it no longer held true. His contract had finished. He could move on and forge a new life. Something new.

He set off and inevitably chose to sever his ties to what had once been. No longer seeking to dwell on the past and what once was. Instead, there was a future he could look forward to.

He left what had once been Alliance-held ground and went to start a new life for himself. He found himself passing through several planets on the way before eventually settling on Makeb for a time. It wasn't pretty work. And it wasn't something he was terribly proud of or enjoyed, but it at least kept him fed, for crews that run supplies for the Hutts were always in need of a talented pilot. But, as he figured, as when he first arrived, this was simply something he could not find himself doing any longer, and so he set off once more.

Eventually, he found himself wandering toward space held by the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

- Awakening -

The Confederacy welcomed Alden into its clutches with arms spread wide, not once prying into what motivated the man to seek a better life. Not once, holding the looming shadow of a failed past over him and forcing him to relive those horrors. Even more peculiar, perhaps, was the immediate interest he drew from the Confederate Exarch, [member="Adron Malvern"]. Invited to a private meeting deep in the heart of Confederate space on Geonosis, the former Alliance office, turned Confederate starfighter commander saw himself face-to-face with a man who would inevitably change his life forever.

Although a number of different things went on to occur in that very meeting, it was one revelation given to him by the Exarch that opened an entirely new path for him. All in an instant, Alden's mind was blown, and a truth he'd never believed possible came to light. No, it was not his family's heritage that came to light. It was not his past as a member of the Galactic Alliance that came to light to cast a foul shadow over the present. But it was that deep inside, Alden had a connection to the Force. An unexploited resource that he now had access to. A gateway to becoming a greater man. A bastion of strength that could be coalesced in a way to bring salvation to millions, where he'd once only been able to place such influence over hundreds.

As he committed to training under the Exarch, his endeavours would take him a great many places. Ilum, where he uncovered the Lorrdian Gemstone, which he bonded with and forged into the central construct of the lightsaber he would come to possess. Tatooine, where he would take his first steps in learning to dance that ancient dance of blades. And many more places in between. But that bond he would come to form between himself and the Exarch was only the beginning.

- The Swift Ascent -

If one were to take the time to truly analyze the progression of the man's career after his arrival in the Confederacy and commissioning into its navy, it would be easy to see that there were greater powers at play here. For a man to come and forge himself a new home amid strangers and then see himself elevated at a pace far quicker than would be reasonably acceptable was sure to raise an eyebrow or two. After all, the time it took the man to rise from the pittling ranks at the bottom of the metaphorical officer totem pole to the pinnacle in half the time it would take an average service member was seemingly too good to be true.

And in some ways, that was the truth.

Alden hadn't attained the rank of High Marshal by way of virtue and merit alone. It wasn't simply his actions on the field of battle or his influence on those beneath his command that saw this swift ascent. No, certainly not. His master in the force, the Exarch himself, had allowed his hand to guide and influence the ever-evolving career of the man. It was his influence that had seen Alden promoted to each rank well in advance of the time-in-grade stipulations that were in place. His hand issued the orders for the various step promotions achieved by Alden. The Exarch's words that inevitably saw him elevated at last to High Marshal and thusly given command of one of the Confederacy's six Armadas.

- Love Finds A Way -

If the man thought his life would be simple since being promoted to High Marshal, he would find himself to be very wrong. For one, he never expected to find someone to share his heart with again. Not since his one-time fiancée had been stripped from him in the fall of the Galactic Alliance. From that point, there had been something of a void in his heart, and it tore at his soul. However, life, and eventually love, would find a way to heal that broken aspect of his being. Something about being connected to the Force that would shine through and see the pieces of his heart that had been ripped and torn repaired and mended. And in the process, life presented him with something else.

It was at his promotion on Geonosis that he had first seen her. But it wasn't until that time on Shadda-Bi-Boren that he had the opportunity to meet her. But it was something that would inevitably prove to be a struggle for him.

From the moment the two first met, there seemed to be a connection. The cliche love at first sight kind of thing. However, no matter how they felt about one another, a relationship, should it continue to build, would prove to be a trying process. Not because of the feelings they shared for each other, not because they were genuine, but because of who she was and the complexity of the situation that would develop. But that idea was quickly cast aside, and he and Faye Malvern began to see and commune with one another more and more frequently. All while keeping the status of their affections for one another secret from everyone in the galaxy.

- Faith Shaken -

In a world that appeared as though everything was as it should be, Alden continued to find his station elevated time and time again. But the surface could only hide so much. Bonds of friendship were severed, with little hope of ever being complete again. Trust lost. His heart shattered. Even the foundation that kept him grounded seemed uncertain as work pulled him away from everything he desired most. His job became very much that. A job. Little enjoyment came from it, nor from his successes in it. And the tribulations continued to weigh more and more heavily on him, and his heart found its way to shadow and darkness, longing for a past that would likely not ever come to see the light of day again. He was Deputy Minister of War in the Confederacy of Independent Systems, but his once unwavering stance of loyalty and conviction felt compromised and crippled. His heart tugged this way and that, and his bond with his other half threatened to fray. And that was by his own doing.

Why, then, should he continue? Why was he where he was? Had he simply been a pawn not only to his own ambition, but that of a much larger game at play? If so, was it right for him to continue? Or would he choose to break the wheel and forge his own path? The attachment had threatened the very fabric of everything he stood for, and though he knew what it was his heart longed for, and where he felt he belonged, he couldn't help but feel as though his faith had been shaken. That the man with whom he'd become was not the man he desired to be.

The pressures of his homeworld looked to him for guidance, while the weight of the Confederacy's military hung heavy on his shoulders after the untimely resignation of his predecessor and the limbo upon which the security of his position hung while the seat remained unfilled. A decision that, in his eyes, the Presidium continued to drag its feet on.

For now, he chose to play his part, even with his stand not as steadfast as it had once been.

- The Exile's Reckoning -

For years, Alden Akaran had lived as a ghost.

He adopted the name Coran M'lar after he vanished. No records, no contact, no trace. The man who once commanded fleets now pilots a battered YT-1980 Space Transport with a dozen fake transponders, ferrying medical supplies, refugees, and the occasional smuggled spice across the Tingel Arm. He takes no side, claims no banner. The Force he once wielded like a scalpel is now a quiet companion—used only when lives are at stake, never to show off. He spends nights in the cockpit or on rocky outcroppings, meditating on the ruins of old temples, letting the weight of every lost crew member and shattered oath settle into his bones until it no longer burns.

He tells himself he's finished with empires.

But the galaxy has never been finished with him.

- The Forging in Shadow -

Alone in the darkness between stars, Alden turned inward, focusing on the Force. No masters. No doctrines. Just the hum of the hyperdrive and the endless void pressing against the hull. He started with the basics again, as if from nothing. In the cargo hold of his courier, he would ignite the violet blade only when the ship was powered down and drifting, practicing forms in the weightless dark until his muscles burned and the blade's light painted the bulkheads like distant nebulae. Shii-Cho became fluid, instinctive—sweeping arcs that cleared imaginary borders. Makashi refined into something surgical, every feint and riposte a lesson in patience learned from years of dodging galactic patrols and cartel enforcers.

He explored the galaxy's distant corners to challenge himself more.

On the wind-swept plateaus of a forgotten world in the Mid Rim, he spent weeks in a storm-battered ruin, learning to brace himself against gales that could peel flesh from bone. The Force became his anchor—drawing on it to stay upright when weaker men would have been thrown into the abyss. In the crystal caves of a rogue moon near the Hydian Way, he meditated for days without food or water, honing his sense of the living Force until he could feel the faint heartbeats of distant wildlife through kilometers of stone.

Survival sharpened everything. When his ship was boarded by pirates in the Outer Rim, he used the Force not as a weapon but as a shadow: a subtle push to unbalance an attacker's aim, a whisper of suggestion that made them overlook the hidden compartment where refugees huddled. He practiced healing afterward—sealing blaster burns on strangers who never knew what had saved them, honing the technique until it required no more effort than breathing. Precognition became a constant, low thrum; he could feel an ambush forming minutes before it happened, adjusting course by a single degree to slip past danger.

The darker edges appeared during the quiet hours. On a barren asteroid field, he tested raw power—shattering boulders with focused bursts of telekinesis, then immediately pulling the fragments back together, learning restraint the hard way when a misstep nearly breached his own hull. He confronted the anger that still simmered beneath the surface, the ghosts of the Valiant, and channeled it into calm focus rather than fury. The Force was no longer a tool for command. It was a mirror, reflecting the man he was becoming: scarred, solitary, but unbroken.

By the end of the decade, the blade lay mostly dormant, concealed in a false panel beneath his pilot's seat. But the Force accompanied him everywhere—subtle, disciplined, a silent partner during the long night of exile. It had taught him how to lead without ranks, to protect without banners, and to endure without hope of redemption.

Until the day that hope found him anyway.

- The Spark -

A routine run to the Hydian Way goes wrong, as everything does these days—quietly, then all at once.

Alden is dropping relief crates on Kowak when he stumbles upon the aftermath of a Mandalorian raid. Not a battle, but a brutal slaughter. A minor warlord had been using the planet as a listening post; the Mandalorians came in hard, fast, and final. The warlord's forces are gone, but the civilians caught in the way are not.

Among the dead, he finds a single survivor: a Mandalorian verd—a warrior—pinned under debris, armor cracked, helmet shattered. Young. Barely twenty. The boy's name was never known, and the sigil on his pauldron is one Alden hasn't seen before.

He is dying. Slowly. Painfully.

Alden could walk away and should.

Instead, the old instincts surge. He reaches out with the Force—subtle, practiced, the way he had kept so many alive during the silent years—and lifts the rubble as if it weighed nothing. He seals the worst of the wounds with a focused application of Force healing, the same technique he had perfected alone on nameless rocks and in shadowed holds. For three days, he keeps the boy alive with battlefield medicine and the quiet, desperate focus he hasn't felt since the Valiant. When the young Mandalorian finally wakes, he stares at the scarred, graying man who saved him and says the last thing Alden expects:

"You fight like one of us."

Alden laughs. It's a broken sound.

"I fight like a man who's tired of watching people die for nothing."​

 

[Alden Akaran]

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- March 2019 -

- May 2019 -
Star Wars RP: Chaos - Member of the Month​

 

[Alden Akaran]

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Active:

• To The Victor || Mandalorian Empire [Faction]

Completed/Closed:

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• Enjoying Nature [Private]
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