Arwen Durnn
Arwen Durnn
Race: Mirialan
Sex: Male
Occupation: Street Doctor
Profession: Doctor
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Organization: Civilian
Ship: None
"I am always saying, 'Glad to've met you,' to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.”
History
Arwen Durnn was born 18 years ago to a Mirialan prostitute named Cora. While he never met and knows nothing about his father, he was raised by his mother in a brothel in the Spaceport District. Though the environment was less than stellar – constantly being exposed to criminals and seedy scoundrels – he was also well cared for and loved. When Cora was working, the other prostitutes would take turns watching him. In essence, he had a dozen mothers instead of just one, which Arwen views as a blessing.
When he was ten, a nefarious First Order officer beat one of his mother’s coworkers after he was dissatisfied with his time with her. Arwen heard the screaming and charged into the room, likely saving her life. Unfortunately for Arwen, the officer turned his anger on the boy, giving him a good beating and breaking his right arm before security finally arrived and escorted the officer off. Arwen was taken to a Rodian street doctor who often cared for the prostitutes discretely and off the books. The Rodian, Sneedu, did the best he could to patch Arwen up and heal his arm. During the process, Arwen discovered his fascination with medicine, and Sneedu saw in the boy something that reminded him of his own son that had been killed years earlier.
Arwen’s arm was in a cast for weeks and during that time he was forced to train himself to be left handed instead of right. Once healed, they discovered there was some minor nerve damage that, while not inhibitive, did cause the arm to hurt from time to time. In response, Arwen never stopped using his left hand, and he used the subtle pain as an excuse to spend increasing amounts of time at the clinic. They became friends and soon, Arwen was spending most of his free time at the clinic where Sneedu embraced the role of mentor and began teaching Arwen medicine. The boy acted as Sneedu’s orderly, then nurse, then assistant and, by the time Arwen was fifteen, he was handling simple medical emergencies like setting bones and stitching wounds himself. He helped Sneedu haggle for supplies, lie to authorities and steal the wallets and credit sticks of customers who weren’t bright.
As Arwen reached a skill level where he was helping a few of his own regulars, he needed to begin acquiring his own tools and equipment. Black market equipment isn’t cheap, so he started earning money on the side by reselling amphetamines and other medical drugs to addicts. He also followed in his mothers’ footsteps and took on occasional clients at the brothel. He took on more work at the clinic and, just when Arwen seemed to have finally become ready to become a full partner with the Rodian, Sneedu told the young man he was retiring and closing the underworld clinic. Arwen was devastated, having thought his mentor would let him take it over. Instead, the Rodian sold everything and bought a retirement home on Corellia, hugging the young man and hitching the next transport off Nar Shaddaa. After spending a few weeks working at the brothel to save up, Arwen has now decided to head out and find his own place in the galaxy.
Description
Arwen is a handsome young Mirialan with green skin and long, black hair parted down the center that hangs to his shoulders. His eyes are a light gray and triangular, symmetrical black tattoos, common for Mirialans, form a broken "x" centered on the bridge of his nose and stretching to above and below his eyes. He stands about 5'8" and has broad shoulders that indicate his youthful, moderately-muscled frame.
Arwen usually wears a dark gray jumpsuit with a blue front panel that runs from his chest to just below his leather utility belt. Draped off center, tied over his left shoulder, is a dark crimson cape that drapes over his right shoulder and arm and down his back to his knees. Around his neck is a leather strap necklace that holds a pale red stone. His black boots have blue pinstripes and rise to just below his knees, which are covered in black patches on his pants. He is nearly always armed with a rather viscous-looking vibrodagger hanging from his belt and another in an ankle sheath, and carries a dark brown leather medical satchel. When necessary, he'll also wear black leather gloves with blue pin-striping or a brown leather jacket.
RP Hooks
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The People
| The Name | The Opinion |
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| No One | Stuff about no one. |
| No One Else | Some things about No One Else. |
