Echani brawler who enlisted to the Imperial Academy due to his desire for structure, combat and challenging himself.

The world of Eshan was a place where combat was language. Among the Echani, every movement carried meaning: a shift of weight revealed intent, the angle of a strike revealed emotion, and battle itself was poetry written in motion.
Althenon Furidrán grew up steeped in this culture, the son of Kaelen Furidrán, a renowned Echani combat specialist who had later sworn service to the Galactic Empire. Kaelen’s lessons were strict but clear—discipline brought survival, and strength brought order. His children were expected to uphold that creed.
But the Furidrán siblings each bore that legacy differently. Ilyra, the eldest, rejected it outright. Where Althenon saw order, she saw oppression. She left Eshan young, disappearing into the Outer Rim. Rumors painted her as a rebel, a whisper of defiance against the Empire. Deyric, the youngest, walked another road entirely, trading soldier’s boots for hangars and starship parts. A gifted mechanic with a dangerous streak, he preferred dealing in credits and ship engines, living in the gray where empires and rebellions blurred into the same shadow.
Althenon alone chose the Empire, following his father’s path with blade and blaster alike. His grace with a vibroblade set him apart from other recruits, as did his reflexes in a starfighter cockpit. At the Imperial Academy, he honed both to deadly precision.
It was there, in the crucible of drills, sparring pits, and endless flight sims, that he found companions who would steady him. Seraya, a sharp-eyed Mirialan cadet bound for service as a shore trooper, trained beside him in close-quarters drills. Her discipline mirrored his own, and their sparring matches became routine, each pushing the other harder. Korin Vexlar, a future Imperial Army trooper, was another constant presence, his grit and stubborn endurance serving as a foil to Althenon’s fluid, Echani grace. For two, nearly three years, the three of them grew together as cadets, testing each other in combat courses and sharing quiet moments of camaraderie between assignments.
Among his peers, Althenon earned the nickname The Blade of Eshan. Instructors praised his elegance, while some cadets muttered about his reliance on “archaic” martial traditions. Yet no one denied his skill. He graduated near the top of his class in starfighter combat, his vibroblade always gleaming at his side, a reminder of home and heritage.
And yet, beneath his polished armor and measured words, there lingered doubt. Every report of rebel activity stirred thoughts of Ilyra. Every intercepted holomessage from Deyric hinted at a younger brother tangled in dangerous deals. Althenon walked the Imperial line, but the shadows of family pulled at him from opposite ends.
Now, as his Imperial Academy graduation ceremony approaches, Althenon Furidrán stands at the threshold of his destiny. To the Empire, he is a pilot, a weapon honed to perfection—loyal, precise, and unyielding. But to himself, he remains a brother and a son, caught between legacy, loyalty, and the uncertain choices that lie ahead.
In the black reflection of his TIE pilot’s helmet and the shimmering edge of his vibroblade, Althenon carries not only the pride of his people, but the burden of a fractured family and friendships forged in the crucible of the Academy.

Age

26

Gender

Male

Eyes

White blue

Hair

White

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Alabaster

Height

6’1”

Weight

187