Saeria Aldan-Keth
Character

NAME: Saeria Aldan-Keth
Father: [member="Darth Proeliator"] Bio
Mother

Godfather [member="Serian Loria"]
FACTION: Silver Jedi
RANK: Force Sensitive
SPECIES: Half Human / Half Echani
AGE: 15 (+ Very Old)
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5ft 5 High
WEIGHT: 82 Pounds
EYES: Silver and Red flecks
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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Strengths & Weaknesses
Weaknesses:
- Ages at a crawl—stuck between being teenager and something stranger.
- Her own Force well ran dry in the crystal sleep, leaving her reliant on others for power.
- Crystal phobias—irrational, bone-deep, as if they still whisper to her.
- Nightmares. Long, clawing, half-remembered things that feel more like echoes than dreams.
Strengths:
- Force Bonding – Connections form like second nature. A glance, a touch—she pulls the Force from others without thinking.
- Force Conduit – What she takes, she amplifies. Raw energy surges through her, strengthening allies, turning their power into something more. Think things like battlemeditation and other related abilities.
- Dark Transference – The gift and the curse—she can take wounds, memories, even pieces of a soul, carrying them like scars of her own.
Appearance
Saeria moves like a girl out of time—too young, too old, somewhere in between. A jagged past stitched together with silk and lace, her dresses are whatever others decide for her. The toy she carries, that's hers. ripped, worn, clutched in white-knuckled fingers like a lifeline. Her silver eyes ripple with flickers of red—marks of bloodlines tangled in war and ambition. Sometimes, when she stares too long, it feels like she's seeing through people.BIOGRAPHY:
Saeria—Sae, Sae Sae, whatever stuck—was born in secret on Ziost, pulled between two powerful names before she could even walk. Her father, Darth Proeliator, a Sith Lord with a shadow that stretched far and deep. Her mother,

Raised in the towering halls of the Keth estate, Saeria grew up surrounded by shimmering gemstones, dark opulence, and servants who never said no. Spoiled? Maybe. But her most treasured possession wasn't some glittering trinket—it was Zubzubs, her battered old teddy, the only thing in her world that never changed.
Then, the cracks.
Her mother vanished, swallowed by fire in the uprising on Thyrsus. Her father disappeared soon after, leaving her vulnerable to the last Keth standing—

Locked away, trapped in a duel's aftermath, she spent centuries entombed in that unnatural stasis, caught between warring energies that burned out her own Force potential. When she woke, her connection to the Force had shifted. She couldn't wield it alone without extreme effort, but through others? She could steal, channel, turn their power into something terrifying.
She doesn't remember the time before. As far as she's concerned, she's always been young. But the Force doesn't forget.
And neither does she.
SHIP:
They look big.
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