Description

Quite youngish still, Ormir is a well respected Jedi Knight. With light blue eyes that spark with a warmth that has humour behind it, and a shortish mop of hair tied back, some would call him handsome, but more in a roguish kind of way. With his wirey build, he generally wears loose fitting robes, enveloping him so that you almost might think, if the rest of it didn't fit so well, that the robes were too big. However, when he is called to do a mission, he wears only what he calls his battle robes, as shown above. He has a small scar over his right eye, and his right arm is somewhat limp, due to the rending of the nerves and muscle tissue when he was younger.

Personality

Quirky and always quick with his humour. He is the lightening part of any group. But despite this flair for humour, Ormir was always a Serene man, always patient and helpful. At one time he believed himself to be destined as a council member, but that fire died a while ago, now he simply wishes to be a jedi to the best of his abilities, and to serve the Jedi Council in any way he can.

Equipment

His lightsaber, a deep green colour with an oddly shaped hilt, signifying his unconventional Saber Style.
Small throwing blades, just because he disliked using a blaster.

History

Ormir Takaren, once the rising star of the Jedi Academy. His skill with a lightsaber at first rivalled the best in his class, and his force-using was masterful. However, as only a padawan, near to being a Knight. His master and he were sent on a rescue mission, and he took on something far greater than he could handle. Using the force to hold back a massive tide of corossive liquid, Ormir allowed time for the inhabitents to flee, but could not himself escape before it hit. His face was luckily untouched, as was most of his body. But his right arm was practically useless, and his mind had broken under the searing pain of the acid eating away at his arm.

He was left in intensive care, unable to say even one coherent sentance and unable to properly react. No-one knows, or likely will ever know why he had such a severe mental reaction to the acid, but for almost two years he was like a zombie. He was assigned to the medical wing permenantly. His master was saddened, many were wondering what had happened to the bundle of life that he had been.

Eventually he woke up. His mind clear. His right arm was no longer properly usable and his lightsaber training was now rendered useless. He had to relearn all he had learnt before this, but he had woken with a clear mind. A serene mind. He became a helper, aiding other students who struggled. But even after becoming a knight, he preferred to stay in the Jedi Temple, helping the younger ones. He has trained many younglings. His lightsaber skills will never be top class, but constant training with Master Miso, the lightsaberist Elite and a good friend of his, has honed it to above average skill with his weapon. And while he is tentative to actually use his powers of the force, he is among the strongest there is in the Jedi Order.

He has been sent with Miso once again, this time in discovering what lay behind the sudden power of Hoth.