Jhoren Arksurann
Character
NAME: Jhoren Arksuraan
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Nineteen
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 180 Lbs(Pounds)
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Physically fit: Rigorous training sessions have honed Jhorens body into that of a statue. His stamina reserves are above average, and he excels at tasks that would typically fatigue someone of his build.
(Strength)
Intelligent: The saying Jedi gain power through understanding is no understatement. Constant meditation and self reflection, as well as constant study have refined his mind to the point where he can intuitively deduce, and solve problems. His observational powers are what one would deem extraordinary.
(Strength)
Low Self Esteem: Humility is important to society, but it seems to have been taken to an extreme in regards to Jhoren. Despite his talents, Jhoren thinks of himself as unfit for tasks he's put up to do. He's often criticizing his actions and decision making when he doesn't need to causing him to second guess himself regularly.
Trust Issues: Due to his upbringing; Jhoren is suspicious of everyone. He rarely trusts anyone as he is convinced the vast majority of individuals act obsequiously. His closely guarded philosophy entails knowing the heart of man is treacherous. Actions can be faked, the only certainty are thoughts themselves. You can't fake what you're thinking, and due to his inability to read minds he is never able to connect properly. Although, when he is convinced that a person is worthy of trust he is fiercely loyal to said person, or cause.
APPEARANCE:
While Jhoren does his best to groom himself, his hair retains an unkempt flair which resembles his lack of style.His eyes are sharp, distinct cobalt irises, and narrow eyes give him a prominent appearance. He sports a casual tunic appraised with all of the natural facets of a functioning garment, it is brown on the exterior and tan on the interior. A green over-coat obscures his broad shoulders - A saber is strapped to a magnetic strip on his waist-band.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jhoren was born and raised on Coruscant to a mother and father who were fairly wealthy. Jhoren father was an engineer who was renown for his ingenuity for crafting droids, with his favorite model to modify being the RST translator droid, millions of languages were compacted into a processor which was unbelievably small. He'd tweak the languages into a set of algorithms that cycled through languages enabling the droid to simultaneously inter-mix the various dialects into a lattice of puzzling expressions. Not much is known of what his mothers profession was. As the years went on certain issues regarding their safety arose. They were loyalists to the republic, and a One Sith annexation of their home was the worst thing that could've hapened. With no other options the family fled their home-world to the planet known as Chandrila. It was here. Jhorens beloved father experienced a life shattering event. Spice, of the Glittersum strain rocked his world leading to a downward spiral and disintegration of their life. His fathers mental state teetered on the edge of collapse, and he often rambled on with how vile the world was. No-one could be trusted, people only acted nice to you because you had something they wanted. The skills Jhorens father worked so hard to master deteriorated. The only thing that mattered was the high; the exhilarating pulse of warm energy rushing through your being. Goose bumps distending like grenades often leaving you in a stupor for so long you were thought to have slipped into a coma. Their coveted riches had turned into poverty. Jhoren was only a child at this time, but even he understood the significance of this, it meant they were no longer important. This was also around the time he began to experiment with the fabric of life itself. He'd spend hours attempting to whirl objects over his head as if he was magician. After toppling a set of tools Jhorens father owned; his force sensitivity was realized and Jhoren was taken in by a Jedi recruiter where he was taken from his parents. It was a natural fit, over the years he had taken in a vast amount of information only to realize that he understands nothing.
SHIP:
Nothing for now.
KILLS:
(None now, but I will do what I must)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A For now.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Nineteen
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 180 Lbs(Pounds)
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Physically fit: Rigorous training sessions have honed Jhorens body into that of a statue. His stamina reserves are above average, and he excels at tasks that would typically fatigue someone of his build.
(Strength)
Intelligent: The saying Jedi gain power through understanding is no understatement. Constant meditation and self reflection, as well as constant study have refined his mind to the point where he can intuitively deduce, and solve problems. His observational powers are what one would deem extraordinary.
(Strength)
Low Self Esteem: Humility is important to society, but it seems to have been taken to an extreme in regards to Jhoren. Despite his talents, Jhoren thinks of himself as unfit for tasks he's put up to do. He's often criticizing his actions and decision making when he doesn't need to causing him to second guess himself regularly.
Trust Issues: Due to his upbringing; Jhoren is suspicious of everyone. He rarely trusts anyone as he is convinced the vast majority of individuals act obsequiously. His closely guarded philosophy entails knowing the heart of man is treacherous. Actions can be faked, the only certainty are thoughts themselves. You can't fake what you're thinking, and due to his inability to read minds he is never able to connect properly. Although, when he is convinced that a person is worthy of trust he is fiercely loyal to said person, or cause.
APPEARANCE:
While Jhoren does his best to groom himself, his hair retains an unkempt flair which resembles his lack of style.His eyes are sharp, distinct cobalt irises, and narrow eyes give him a prominent appearance. He sports a casual tunic appraised with all of the natural facets of a functioning garment, it is brown on the exterior and tan on the interior. A green over-coat obscures his broad shoulders - A saber is strapped to a magnetic strip on his waist-band.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jhoren was born and raised on Coruscant to a mother and father who were fairly wealthy. Jhoren father was an engineer who was renown for his ingenuity for crafting droids, with his favorite model to modify being the RST translator droid, millions of languages were compacted into a processor which was unbelievably small. He'd tweak the languages into a set of algorithms that cycled through languages enabling the droid to simultaneously inter-mix the various dialects into a lattice of puzzling expressions. Not much is known of what his mothers profession was. As the years went on certain issues regarding their safety arose. They were loyalists to the republic, and a One Sith annexation of their home was the worst thing that could've hapened. With no other options the family fled their home-world to the planet known as Chandrila. It was here. Jhorens beloved father experienced a life shattering event. Spice, of the Glittersum strain rocked his world leading to a downward spiral and disintegration of their life. His fathers mental state teetered on the edge of collapse, and he often rambled on with how vile the world was. No-one could be trusted, people only acted nice to you because you had something they wanted. The skills Jhorens father worked so hard to master deteriorated. The only thing that mattered was the high; the exhilarating pulse of warm energy rushing through your being. Goose bumps distending like grenades often leaving you in a stupor for so long you were thought to have slipped into a coma. Their coveted riches had turned into poverty. Jhoren was only a child at this time, but even he understood the significance of this, it meant they were no longer important. This was also around the time he began to experiment with the fabric of life itself. He'd spend hours attempting to whirl objects over his head as if he was magician. After toppling a set of tools Jhorens father owned; his force sensitivity was realized and Jhoren was taken in by a Jedi recruiter where he was taken from his parents. It was a natural fit, over the years he had taken in a vast amount of information only to realize that he understands nothing.
SHIP:
Nothing for now.
KILLS:
(None now, but I will do what I must)
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A For now.