Lady Aria
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polished grace, hidden edges, a life left unnamed
ARIA SOLENNE
APPEARANCE |
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| Age: | 24 |
| Species: | Hapan |
| Gender: | Female |
| Height: | 5 ft 10 | 178 cm |
| Build: | athletic |
| Force Sensitive / Gifted: | Yes |
| Hair Color: | Shadow roots Burnett auburn and strawberry blonde |
| Eye Color: | Light blue to green |
| Skin Color: | Fair |
| Voice: | Low, velvet calm, silken sweet |
SOCIETAL |
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| Current Home: | Wherever the next safe berth lasts longer than a week |
| Faction / Court: | Unaffiliated |
| Culture / Race: | Appears to be some form of Near Human |
LIFESTYLE |
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| Occupation: | Discreet courier of dangerous truths |
| Hobbies: | Court music, mending clothing, studying old customs she claims not to miss |
| Alignment: | Compassionate good |
DISTINCTIONS |
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| Usual Scent: | Clean linen, pale florals, ozone after rain |
| Dominant Hand: | Right |
| Scars: | A thin pale line beneath the ribs, another hidden near the shoulder blade |
| Tattoos: | None |
| Allergies: | None known |
ACCOLADES |
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| · Hidden Name · Difficult to Place |
OOC |
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| Writer Account: | - |
| Timezone: | - |
| Discord: | - |
| Theme Song: | - |
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Currently: Moving beneath borrowed introductions while old habits, older songs, and the occasional wrong glance suggest there is more to her than she ever volunteers.
OVERVIEW
Personality
Aria Solenne is poised, intelligent, and difficult to rattle in public. She learned early that grace can hide fear, and that a composed smile often buys more safety than open defiance. Beneath the polish lives a woman with a fierce protective streak and a quiet hunger to choose her own life. She is compassionate without being naïve, refined without being fragile, and slow to trust where power is concerned. When pressed, her restraint gives way to a cold and elegant resolve.
APPEARANCE
Aria carries herself with unusual precision: fair skin, clear blue-green eyes, and the kind of posture that suggests every movement was once corrected by watchful eyes. Her features are soft at rest, sharpened by focus when danger closes in. She favors fitted white and gold travel leathers, tailored combat silks, and elegant outer layers that blur the line between beauty and practicality.
Notable markings:
A moonstone ring worn on a chain rather than a finger; whatever crest it once bore has been deliberately marred.
TROPES
- Mysterious Past · Too polished for an ordinary upbringing, too guarded to explain it.
- Proper Lady · Measured speech, perfect posture, and instincts shaped somewhere gentility had sharp teeth.
- Warrior Princess · Elegant bearing paired with a blade-hand that was never ornamental.
- Beware the Nice Ones · Her kindness is real; so is the steel beneath it.
- The Runaway · She left something behind and does not speak of it unless forced.
- Identity Crisis · Freedom and expectation pull at her in ways most people never notice.
- Reluctant Hero · She never asked to matter; she simply cannot stand aside when people need help.
- You Can't Go Home Again · Whatever home was, it is no longer a place she can name lightly.
- Silk Hiding Steel · Velvet voice, elegant bearing, dangerous when cornered.
- Secret Keeper · There are facts about herself she handles like live charges.
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Backstory
Aria Solenne’s earliest memories are full of polished floors, soft voices, and the quiet strain of people who measured every word before letting it leave their mouths. She remembers lessons few children would be given without reason: languages, composure, music, etiquette, and how to hold eye contact long enough to seem unafraid. She also remembers the point at which questions stopped earning answers.
At some stage in her youth, her life changed course. Names were dropped. Familiar things vanished. What remained was training, caution, and a sense that there were parts of herself best kept unspoken. Whatever world first shaped her left its marks anyway. They linger in the way she carries herself, in the old songs she knows without admitting how, and in the instinctive precision with which she reads a room.
Time made her practical. She learned to defend herself, to move lightly, and to use her Force sensitivity with restraint rather than spectacle. Somewhere along the line she became the sort of woman strangers trust more quickly than they should and schemers regret underestimating.
Now she moves through the galaxy under a name that is at least partly her own. She does good where she can, keeps certain memories sealed, and avoids places where recognition travels faster than ships. The trouble is that the past does not stay buried simply because it is inconvenient.
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STRENGTHS
- Reads motive, status, and danger quickly.
- Graceful and disciplined control and efficient movement.
- Composed under pressure, especially when others begin to panic.
- Protective by instinct; once she decides someone should be shielded, she does not yield easily.
WEAKNESSES
- Guarded with personal trust and slow to reveal what matters.
- Keeps too much behind her teeth, even when honesty would help.
- Can slip into cold detachment when hurt or cornered.
- Certain names, places, and symbols unsettle her more than she lets on.
LIKES
- Observatories, winter gardens, and balcony views over lit cities.
- Well-made clothing that allows movement instead of merely display.
- Old songs she should not know as well as she does.
- People who speak plainly and mean what they say.
DISLIKES
- Veiled threats, social games, and being quietly assessed.
- Public spectacle used to disguise private cruelty.
- Those who mistake softness for helplessness.
- Questions that sound too informed.
FAVORED ABILITIES
- Force-enhanced awareness, reflexes, and subtle emotional reading.
- Defensive applications, misdirection, and controlled movement under pressure.
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- Family
- Close Bonds
- Friends
- Acquaintances
- Enemies
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- ✦ Completed | ✧ Ongoing | ✫ Court | ✫ War or Skirmish