Toran Iveris

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Personal Information
Name:	Toran Iveris
Nickname:	Tor
Age:	22
Birthplace:	Arkania
Species:	Arkanian
Marital Status:	Single
Physical Description
Height:	5'0"
Weight:	102lbs.
Gender:	Male
Hair:	Light Blue
Eyes:	Pure White
Family
Parents
Father:	Osar Iveris
Mother:	Epar Iveris
Possessions
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Affiliation
Unaffiliated

Overall Appearance: The characteristic stark white eyes adorn his face like pearls set into a marble statue. Rare even amongst Arkanians his skin is almost as white as bleached bone, holding only the smallest tint of color thankfully though and much to the relief of his parents he was created with his height intact standing a healthy and prominent 5 foot even. His height does little to distract from his slender but toned body and small but supple face. Considered good looking perhaps even handsome to some his looks go sadly to waste from constantly being hidden behind a wall of long, light blue flowing hair which on the rare occasion is kept up for those special events.

Personality: Whether by natural Arkanian genetics or just simple curiosity Toran loves to tinker, most of his life revolving around one experiment or another. No object to small or big to be studied and learned from giving him a basic knowledge of most if not all forms of technologies even if perhaps only as good as performing simple repairs or a minor modification. His true love lies amongst the more dangerous technological art forms of the galaxy (well perhaps to him it is art..). He enjoys flirting with all manner of explosives and weapons almost to a fanaticism much to the dismay of all those close to him. So close to flirting with death his whole life he seems to be rather at peace with it making him appear foolhardy to some, but in the best interests of sciences one must sacrifice a little to gain something.

Never one to wander far from his little lab in his parents house he has trained extensively with the weapons and more dangerous tools of the trade if only for the ability to say the scope is indeed not off. Always open to a well placed critique on his work or two, outright rudeness to him or his work can send him anywhere from a mild fit to a dangerous rage. Using his lab as an escape from almost all life has led him to be almost completely in-sociable amongst people even of his own kind. All alone he can often be caught speaking to himself about most anything entirely capable of holding a conversation with himself. One simply learns to adapt with being alone.

Regardless he is still a man of values even if the reasons or motives are indiscernible at times. His random acts of chivalry often getting him into more trouble then most would think it was worth, but to him it didn't matter, a kind act was a kind act regardless of the consequences . Giving as good as he gets on the off chance he ventures out. Even with all of his knowledge and skill he cant help but feel he needs a higher purpose at times, the fear of never being remembered whether from good or bad makes no difference and losing his mind to himself dominates his thoughts when he takes the time to relax.

History: Toran's history begins centuries before the great Jedi purge when the Republic was still strong and the Jedi a able force in the universe. On Arkania life was prosperous and technology is ever progressing forward to new discoveries and along with it the dark horrors. One such technology stemmed deep within Arkanians from their fascination with the body and genetics down to the molecular level. Their curiosity was well repaid with their rapid advances in genetic technologies such as cloning and manipulation of the body structure. Sadly many did not appreciate the horrors that could be born from such discoveries and the Galactic senate forbid any and all activity along the same lines.

Left deep with a old facility Toran slumbered as a small baby for centuries before being discovered by Osar and Epar Iveris who were charged with inspecting the facility to determine if it was of any use. Amidst the wreckage and ruin of most of the facility stood a single pod and contained within it was Toran himself, they struggled with the morality of reporting their findings and having the experiment destroyed as was per policy they left it alone and cataloged the remaining salvageable items discussing the issue back and forth. As fate would have it Epar happened to be sterile making the decision that much easier with the luck of fate Toran was born into the universe at large.

Things were rather uneventful for Toran and his parents, granted a childhood like anyone else and like any other child began to develop his own personality and tastes. Given the nature of his parents work they often brought home objects they found would make suitable presents for a growing boy such as glow rods or old data pads and the like. Flashy objects that didn't really do anything hardly caught his attention, preferring simple launchers such as slingshots and harmless air rifles or anything that made noise. Always ones to take things apart he would play with an object and play with it until he broke it or made it into something else in his tinkering. Eventually school provided a better way to understand the objects that continued to fascinate him, his favorite classes being of course science as a kid.

Nearing his teenage years Toran's tinkering continued to grow more and more complex. Rigging small glow rods to emit a small jolt of electricity for a small shock or data pads made to fall apart when touched. In one of his such experiments he managed to short circuit a power cell by accident causing it to immediately discharge all energy and explode, luckily only a small one damage was still caused. His right hand had been pierced through and through by an exploding fragment. Fear quickly overwhelmed him, a million thoughts racing through his mind as to what had happened the thrill of a new discovery, its deadly effects, the adrenaline, the rush which he allowed himself to thrive in for a moment before the pain in his hand became too much causing him to blackout.

Found sprawled out on the floor of his room when it was time for supper Osar quickly picked up his son and got him to the med-center where his wound were treated with bacta. Waking up at home and checking his now gone injuries his mind replayed over and over as he watched the sun set and long into the night. The whole experience had been scary and yet thrilling all the same leaving him wanting more.. more explosions bigger ones it didn't matter anymore a hobby had turned to something else then to a passion all in one night.

Having spoken to his dad about his epiphany he seemed to be rather supportive, Arkanians had a long standing history with weapons and explosives it happened to be profitable as well. Following his dads advice he followed his passions, taking up classes in regular school and getting private lessons from wherever he could get them. Slowly he became more and more obsessed with his passion to the point where his parents spoke finally stepped in, telling him of where he originally came from in hopes to rattle him out of his daze and become a more sociable unit of the galaxy. He took the news well always seeming out of sorts with the rest of his peers oftentimes even his own parents, seeking a good focus for their son his parents applied him for a job working in R&D for a small but reputable company.

After days of waiting his parents were disheartened with the news. He was denied, not because of his abilities but because of reformation taking place due to the changes made from the fall of the Republic. Unable to take the feeling of disappointment from his parents he set out from their home world in search of his niche in the galaxy.