Kiran Arlos
Pain
Name: Kiran Arlos
Faction: None
Rank: Padawan
Species: Human/Morellian
Age: Teenager
Sex: Male
Height:5-11
Weight:170
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Light
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths
Exceptional physical prowess; strong, fast, resilient.
Deep loyalty and reliability to chosen companions.
Natural aptitude for martial training, strategy, and survival.
Resilient spirit, able to press forward despite grief and loss.
Weaknesses
Haunted by guilt over the vengeance killings of his family's murderers.
The serum's long-term effects are unknown—it may come with hidden costs.
Loyalty, while a strength, can also blind him to manipulation or lead him into danger for others' sake.
Carries unresolved grief and anger that could push him toward darker choices if unchecked.
Theme
Kiran was born of a mother and father who loved him, yet fate denied them the chance to raise him. Forced by unforeseen circumstances, they entrusted their son into the care of another family on Corellia, chosen with great care, though Kiran himself would likely never learn why.
In that household, alongside a brother and sister not bound by blood but by devotion, Kiran grew as though he were their true son. Laughter filled the home, and love was never in short supply. He thrived in their embrace, never suspecting that his origins lay elsewhere. His bond with his foster siblings was genuine, strong enough to outlast the truth of bloodlines.
Even as a child, Kiran's mind wandered beyond Corellia's skylanes. He was fascinated by history, by tales of war and battle, by the mysteries of the galaxy. His curiosity drove him to books and stories, while his body was sharpened through martial training, begun at the age of nine. His teachers noted how quickly he grasped lessons, faster than any could explain. There was something in him—a sharpness, an edge—that set him apart.
At fifteen, Kiran was chosen for an advanced training program on Corellia. It should have marked the beginning of his future. Instead, it became the end of his innocence. News reached him that his entire family, mother, father, siblings, had been murdered. The home that once overflowed with warmth was reduced to silence and ash. Grief hollowed him. Rage consumed him. He discovered those responsible: four individuals who had cut his world apart. He stalked them, plotted, and when the moment came, he struck. One by one, he ended them. Justice, vengeance, murder, it blurred together until nothing remained but silence and blood.
When the fury faded, shame lingered. He had done it. He had crossed the line. No trial, no mercy, only his hand deciding the end.
Faction: None
Rank: Padawan
Species: Human/Morellian
Age: Teenager
Sex: Male
Height:5-11
Weight:170
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Light
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths
Exceptional physical prowess; strong, fast, resilient.
Deep loyalty and reliability to chosen companions.
Natural aptitude for martial training, strategy, and survival.
Resilient spirit, able to press forward despite grief and loss.
Weaknesses
Haunted by guilt over the vengeance killings of his family's murderers.
The serum's long-term effects are unknown—it may come with hidden costs.
Loyalty, while a strength, can also blind him to manipulation or lead him into danger for others' sake.
Carries unresolved grief and anger that could push him toward darker choices if unchecked.
Theme
Kiran was born of a mother and father who loved him, yet fate denied them the chance to raise him. Forced by unforeseen circumstances, they entrusted their son into the care of another family on Corellia, chosen with great care, though Kiran himself would likely never learn why.
In that household, alongside a brother and sister not bound by blood but by devotion, Kiran grew as though he were their true son. Laughter filled the home, and love was never in short supply. He thrived in their embrace, never suspecting that his origins lay elsewhere. His bond with his foster siblings was genuine, strong enough to outlast the truth of bloodlines.
Even as a child, Kiran's mind wandered beyond Corellia's skylanes. He was fascinated by history, by tales of war and battle, by the mysteries of the galaxy. His curiosity drove him to books and stories, while his body was sharpened through martial training, begun at the age of nine. His teachers noted how quickly he grasped lessons, faster than any could explain. There was something in him—a sharpness, an edge—that set him apart.
At fifteen, Kiran was chosen for an advanced training program on Corellia. It should have marked the beginning of his future. Instead, it became the end of his innocence. News reached him that his entire family, mother, father, siblings, had been murdered. The home that once overflowed with warmth was reduced to silence and ash. Grief hollowed him. Rage consumed him. He discovered those responsible: four individuals who had cut his world apart. He stalked them, plotted, and when the moment came, he struck. One by one, he ended them. Justice, vengeance, murder, it blurred together until nothing remained but silence and blood.
When the fury faded, shame lingered. He had done it. He had crossed the line. No trial, no mercy, only his hand deciding the end.
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