Miria Lasedri
Pale Shadow
"In the world I am always a stranger. I do not understand its language. It does not understand my silence."
Name: Miria Lasedri
Age: 14
Sex: Female
Species: Echani/Ryn
Force sensitive: No.
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Appearance: As typical of others of both the Echani and Ryn species, her skin is pale, her hair a silvery white, though her eyes are a pale silver, harboring a sense of grim knowledge beyond her years. Shorter than most at 5’3”, her frame is lithe and vaguely muscular, though in a more wiry, athletic way. Her only distinct feature, and the only sign of her hybrid blood, is her Ryn tail.
Strengths:
+ Proficient in Echani martial arts.
+ Once she becomes committed to something it’s difficult for her to give it up easily, if at all.
+ Strong analytical thinker.
Weaknesses:
- Not terribly trusting of others.
- Will lie to get her way in some situations.
- Selectively mute around most.
Other:
* Will oftentimes associate an individual with color - she's pink.
Bio:
Raised on the planet of Chandrila, Miria knew many freedoms in regards to her own knowledge and opinions from a young age, spurred on by the environment about her in which debate was not only propagated but also highly encouraged. While not one to be so outright with her personal beliefs, witnessing many and partaking in a few of these argumentative discussions caused her intelligence to develop rather quickly, and her analytical mind along with it. These same smarts only served to further her in her teachings at the public schooling system on-planet, her intellect a prominent strength.
Alongside this mental education her knowledge of martial combat was stressed as well, given her mother was Echani. Within the species combat is known as the one way to really, intrinsically understand another, and they were no exception. Preferring to focus more on trappings of the mind rather than anything physical, she didn’t pursue these lessons with quite the same tenacity, though a kind of interest was still present. Years of teaching eventually led to her moderate skill in that facet.
Nothing about her life was unusual in any aspect, and she didn’t care to change anything about it. Like most her age she had high hopes for her own future, intent on pursuing the career of a politician or something of a similar vein, having found her niche in that application of knowledge and higher-level thinking on the spot. Her focus was then on working towards that goal, her parents in full support.
Until one day, they weren’t.
Of course, it wasn’t quite as simple as that. The sudden disappearance of her mother and father, while unusual, wasn’t atypical given the circumstances the galaxy was currently undergoing as a whole. Millions of others, those two dear to her included, had disappeared without a trace, leaving their family and loved ones scrambling to find them among the mass chaos that had become many towns and cities. And she was no exception. Weeks were spent on her part searching for any meaning or logical reasoning behind the vanishings, no more time allotted once the small city she called home intervened.
Like most children displaced by the event she was deposited in a local orphanage, left under the care of those she didn’t know and surrounded by children she’d only met in passing at school. This new environment combined with the shock of all that had occurred in such a short span of time seemed to chase the voice from her, and she became quieter and withdrawn, timid even, refusing to speak to anyone for the simple reason of choosing not to, distrusting of all about her.
To this day she still resides in the same orphanage, in much of the same circumstances, interacting with others only through necessity.
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