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Character Arden Durane

NAME: Arden Durane
FACTION: Midvinter
RANK: Jedi Master
SPECIES: Valkyri/Aelvar
AGE: 35
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6-01
WEIGHT: 220
EYES: (Left)Blue/Green(Right)
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Allegiance: THP / Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield

Romantic Interest-

Family
Father
-Astor Durane
Mother-Liana Durane

Personal Items: Ship

Strengths

Physicality
-Though not blessed with the raw might of his full-blooded Valkyri kin, Arden Durane bears no frailty. His stature and bearing speak of strength well-honed, the result of long years spent in the rigors of warcraft. From childhood, he was molded by his parents' tutelage in arms and by the discipline of the Jedi Order. His strength is measured not merely in sinew, but in endurance, precision, and the will to stand unyielding when others falter.

Valiant-Arden is known for courage that shines like a beacon amid shadow. From his father he inherited the valor of a Lion Guard, and from the Jedi he learned the steadiness of heart that inspires others to follow. To those who stand beside him, his presence is both shield and standard — a living promise that hope does not perish even in the darkest hour.

Peaceful-Yet beneath the warrior's steel lies a soul that yearns for peace. Arden understands that war is oftentimes the price the galaxy demands, but he does not glory in it. Each battle he endures is carried as a burden, not a triumph. His truest desire is not conquest, but a galaxy where conflict no longer shapes destiny. He fights so that one day he might lay aside his blade

Heavenshields-Bound by legacy and loyalty, Arden's heart is tied to the Heavenshield line. His father's years of service as Lion Guard forged a bond of kinship, and Thurion and Coci Heavenshield became not only sovereigns but also guiding stars in his life. To them Arden pledges his allegiance without hesitation, a vow made not out of duty alone but from reverence for their wisdom and honor.

Senses-From his mother, Arden inherited a gift for perception beyond the common measure. His eyes discern details others overlook, and his ears catch whispers that slip past most. Though not to the full keen degree of Liana Durane's own talents, his heightened senses set him apart — an edge in war, and a quiet advantage in diplomacy, observation, and the mysteries of the Force.


Weakness

Senses
-The gift of keen sight and hearing that Arden inherited from his mother bears with it a flaw. Where others might endure, he is undone by the sharp sting of sudden brilliance or the thunder of shattering sound. A flash of light can blind him, a resounding crash can daze him, leaving him vulnerable in moments when clarity is most needed. It is a burden he endures quietly, a reminder that every gift carries its price.

Stubborn-From his father's example, Arden clings tightly to codes of honor and moral law. Though noble in intent, this steadfastness often hardens into stubbornness. He demands of himself the highest measure of vigilance, extending that demand to all who march under his charge. His protection is absolute, his methods unyielding — and to those who seek freedom from such weight, his vigilance may feel more prison than shield. Arrogance sometimes shades his resolve, for he cannot easily bend where others might yield.

Trust-Trust, for Arden, is a fortress with gates rarely opened. Few in the galaxy hold the keys to that inner sanctum, and even fewer are invited past its walls. New companions find him watchful and reserved, weighing their worth in silence before offering kinship. While this caution shields him from betrayal, it also bars him from the ease of fellowship, leaving him often alone with burdens that might have been shared.




Born of Astor and Liana Durane, Arden's life began in the union of two wills strong enough to weather the fiercest Midvinter storm. Their tale was one whispered often in the halls of Tháinbroek: a story of love and stubbornness that defied all odds. Liana had chosen Astor for all her days, and in return the hardened Valkyri warrior, iron-cast by war and winter, was softened utterly in her presence. To their son, this bond was proof enough that love was no fleeting fancy but a truth carved deep into the marrow of life itself.

Arden's childhood was marked by curiosity and mischief in equal measure. Rarely did a day pass without him caught in some small debacle — a tussle with his peers, a reckless climb over the frozen battlements, a wild chase through the forests where wolves ran. Yet beneath the boyish bravado was a heart that listened, eager to learn. From his earliest years he was trained by both father and mother in the arts of war, learning the axe and shield as soon as he could stand. By fourteen he bore the strength and discipline of a warrior, though his spirit still roved far beyond the borders of Midvinter.

The legacy of his father's service in the Lion Guard drew Arden close to the Heavenshield family, whose honor and wisdom he revered. To the young Durane, Thurion and Coci Heavenshield became figures of awe — almost a second father and mother, embodying a nobility that stirred both respect and longing. It was Thurion who first discerned the flicker of the Force within Arden, and with patient hand unveiled its mysteries. In that moment, the boy's world widened beyond frost-capped peaks and snow-bound valleys.

At fifteen, with his parents' reluctant blessing and Thurion's firm recommendation, Arden departed Midvinter to join the Silver Jedi. Among them, his restless curiosity found a new channel. He rose swiftly, his spirit tempered by discipline and his courage honed in service. At twenty-three he was named Knight, and by thirty he bore the mantle of Master. Yet even as he stood among the galaxy's defenders, his heart remained tied to the land of his birth and to the family who had nurtured him.

When word reached him of the upheavals on Midvinter, and of the Heavenshields crowned as High King and Queen, Arden wasted no breath. He returned across the stars to kneel once more upon the stone floors of Tháinbroek, offering his sword, his wisdom, and his loyalty. It was not a pledge made lightly, but one born of blood and bond — a vow that in all trials to come, he would stand by the Heavenshields as surely as he stood by his own kin.

Thus is Arden Durane remembered: son of Astor and Liana, disciple of the Silver Jedi, Master of the Order, and sworn champion of Midvinter's crown. His life a bridge between worlds, his heart ever bound by love, loyalty, and the ceaseless call of what lies beyond the horizon.


Much trial and tribulation awaited Arden when their entourage made the venture into the deepest parts of the world of Midvinter. Within those depths he faced not only the shadows of the stone, but the creeping corruption, new allies and such. It was in this crucible that Arden's resolve was tested. The lessons of his father's steel, his mother's keen senses, and the wisdom of his Jedi mentors were weighed against the darkness pressing from all sides. Though the struggle carved scars upon his body and spirit, it also forged within him a clarity of purpose.

Arden emerged with eyes set firmly on his duty. No longer could he remain solely the son of Midvinter or the student of the Jedi — he must also become a guardian of paths yet unseen. Thus, when word reached him of his King's secret efforts with The Hidden Path, Arden did not hesitate. He pledged himself to that cause with the same iron vow he had once laid before the throne of Tháinbroek.

To shield the innocent, to guide the hunted, and to stand against the long arm of Imperial oppression, these became Arden Durane's charge. And though the road ahead was certain to bring yet more trials, he bore them willingly, for in his heart burned both Valkyri fire and Jedi light.




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