Corvus Dalen

CHARACTER BACKGROUND: Corvus Arca Dalen was born on Hapes, the only child of wealthy diplomats, Seari and Fealyn Dalen. Even as a young child, he exhibited extraordinary agility and stamina, as well as the ability to move objects without physically touching them. He was first spotted by a Jedi Consular named Delphus Gorlan, when the Jedi Ambassador arrived on Hapes to settle a dispute between two feuding noble families (Corvus's family was not involved in the affair, but was counted among being good friends with one of the feuding houses). Needless to say, Delphus was impressed with the four year old youngster and eventually obtained his parents' reluctant permission to test the boy for Force Aptitude.

Young Corvus passed Gorlan's tests and was to join him on Yavin IV, to begin training as a Jedi Padawan. After a tearful good-bye, Corvus Dalen bid his parents farewell and departed for the jungle moon, to train under Delphus Gorlan for the next 15 years of his life. Much of his life during this time was spent on Academy training, undertaking various assignments (which often included travel) at his master's side, as well personal challenges assigned to him by Jedi Master Gorlan. After successful passing of his trials at age 19, Corvus was given the rank of Jedi Knight, and began his intensive training in the Jedi Warrior discipline. Nothing is known about the period that followed, which spanned roughly two decades. What is known, however, that Corvus was granted the coveted and elusive title of Jedi Battlemaster by the time he turned 25 years of age. The rest of his elusive life remains an unsolved mystery, as he continues to tread the path of a Jedi, guided by the wisdom of the Living Force.

SPECIAL NOTES: It should be known that Corvus possesses a true affinity with nature. In fact, his bond to it is so strong, that he insists on keeping certain 'eccentric' habits that might appear strange (or even repelling), to others.

APPEARANCE: Sporadic in disposition, it is a rare thing indeed to fully grasp what it is that dwells within the depths of this one's being. From hot to cold, day to night, he walks the fine line between enlightenment and sanity, with the cautious ease of a sinner preaching the gospel. Graced with the diplomat's smile, he is more then learned in the methods of manipulation; inviting the weak of mind into the swirling madness that his day to day life, brooking chaos with the gentle ease of a mother's guiding hand. Ever a sophist, this charismatic enigma is a numinous presence in the Living Force. Free-flowing locks of honeyed mane matriculate down the rugged masque of stoic perfection that was this one's face, brilliant orbs of cunning amber striking out from beneath that veil of raven filaments. Clad in crude garb of an obscure wasteland dweller, he carries himself with an austere aura of dignified nobility in every aspect of the word; from the meticulous raiment which enraptures his statuesque personage to the learned manner in which rarely uttered, emotionless tones of soft-spoken tenor meandered past sanguine lips.