Nadrin is the cloned 'son' of Zandro Savric Erinos Arconae, former Consul of Arcona, and is a formidable warrior in his own right. However, unlike his 'father', Nadrin is much more attuned to the Force and far more fragile than Zandro ever was, meaning that he is a fundamentally different fighter, although equally deadly. Currently operating as a Flight Leader in Void Squadron, Nadrin is working to prove himself worthy of his name and his lineage as both an Erinos and a member of the Arconae.
History
Early Life
Nadrin first memories were those of growing up on Nar Shaddaa, touring small-time casinos with his mother and helping her by acting as a lucky charm of sorts. Even as a youth, the boy had an uncanny ability to perceive things which allowed him and his mother to live fairly well. The early years taught Nadrin some of his more less-reputable skills and caused him to grow up fast and opened his eyes to countless species, languages and experiences.
Each year on his birthday Nadrin would ask about his conspicuously absent father and each year his questions fell on deaf ears until he turned twelve when his mother finally gave in and booked passage for the two of them to a system that the young boy had never heard of before: Dajorra. Upon arrival in the system the shuttle was intercepted by a matte black Star Destroyer and Nadrin and his mother were escorted to a suite and it’s sole occupant; Zandro Savric Erinos Arconae. When the man looked over at Nadrin, something seemed to stir within the boy and he was still trying to work out his feelings when his mother pulled a knife and pressed it to the boy’s throat and threatened the man, saying she wanted an obscene amount of credits or she would kill her son. Nadrin was still trying to work out why such a threat would make the man hand over the money as Zandro lit his lightsaber and attacked, stabbing the woman through the left eye and snuffing out her life in an instant. The Sith turned off his lightsaber and clipped it back on his belt before looking at the young boy with a furrowed brow. He told Nadrin that he was actually Zandro’s son and that while he had always planned to summon the boy and begin training him, he had not intended for it to be so soon. Nadrin, it seemed, was to learn the ways of the Force.
The next couple of months saw the boy begin his training and make rapid progress, picking up control of his newfound powers with an uncanny speed. It was the physical training which proved to be Nadrin’s downfall, with his small stature and lack of any real fortitude meaning that he had to rely heavily on the Force to even get close to the standards he was aiming for. Despite this however, Nadrin’s improvements were many and in only a short time he was ready for field-tests, being smuggled to the Venku Range by Zandro to undertake personal training with the Erinos Clan in an attempt to toughen him up.
The Beating
Nadrin arrived at the range with mixed feelings; he knew that the trials would be tough but he felt that there was a chance he was ready, and he knew that he would need to succeed should he ever wish to follow his father’s footsteps and join Soulfire Striketeam. That wasn’t his only motivation however, as he was desperate to prove to himself more than anything that he was more than just a failure, more than just a lucky token to be abused for financial gain. He met up with the leaders of the Erinos Clan immediately and was struck by their size and ferocity, the passion and power that seemed to roll off them like a veritable wave of energy. Even the youngest members of the Clan were powerful figures to the diminutive Force-user, and for the first time a sliver of doubt slipped into Nadrin’s mind. These Mandalorians were already far more physically adept than he was and they were younger than he, would he have a chance.
As it turned out, he wouldn’t.
The first trial that Nadrin undertook was to journey out into the jungle and try to repel an ambush by several of the Mandalorians as a way of trying to work out how advanced his skills were. For the first few hours the young Sith was able to avoid detection by the roaming ‘enemies’, but before too long he was caught out in the open and took a shot to his chest and his upper left thigh due to his lack of concentration. He was rushed to a medic who managed to patch him up and help to avoid any permanent damage (barring to Nadrin’s pride), and when Nadrin was fit enough to do so, he was summoned to meet the head of the Clan in private. The meeting was brief, with the Chief telling the young boy that while he admired his spirit, he could not in good conscience teach the boy knowing that he fundamentally wasn’t up to the standards that were necessary to live through the trials he would have to complete if he stayed.
The news crushed Nadrin, and he spent the entire time during his journey back to his home trying to work out how to break the news to his father. He only settled on a decision when he finally came face to face with Zandro, and was asked how the training had gone.
He lied.
Death and a New Beginning
Physical Appearance
Nadrin is relatively non-descript in terms of his appearence, although with each passing day he comes to look more and more like his father. That being said, he is of average height and normal if slightly lower than normal weight. He possesses a good amount of speed, but he is incapable of packing much of a punch and equally unable to take a beating. Normally garbed in fairly standard Sith Robes, Nadrin's main distinguishing feature is the bone-white deathmask which he wears to cover his face and hide his identity from most. The mask is that of a snarling animal, white apart from some blue marks that adorn it and are added to as Nadrin feels like it.
Nadrin's current Deathmask