"Sol"
SOLIANE 'SOL' DESARI
"Despite our differences, the sun still sets all the same."
N A M E
N I C K N A M E
A G E
S P E C I E S
G E N D E R
A L L E G I A N C E
F O R C E - S E N S I T I V E
F A C E C L A I M
Soliane Desari
Sol
22-24
Human (Chandrilan)
Female
None
Yes, unconfirmed
Anna Sawai
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P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O NSoliane is not a tall or threatening figure by physique, she is short (5'2") and slim. Some jest that even the slightest breeze may carry her away like a leaf. Yet for what she lacks in strength and height, she makes up for in her agility, being able to move quickly and deliver swifter strikes rather than heavy ones.
She has black hair which she always cuts straight, trying to maintain structure even in times of disarray. It is preferably also tied back, be it entirely or partially. A convenience, she might say. Furthermore, her eyes are dark and she carries a smile that makes them sparkle even more. Many deem her kind because of it.
Sol dresses in colourful and patterned garbs, preferably ones with flowers over them, or nature. They are both a nod to her Chandrilan homeplace (even if she is unaware) and her own interests.
Up until this point, she bears no scars, except for a few scrapes.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y A N D B E L I E F S
Pragmatism is the first word that comes to mind when it comes to Soliane, she never had the luxury of pondering endlessly on what ifs and what nots. This may also indicate that she can be very closed-minded, sticking to her routines because it was comfortable or 'better'. It also makes her a bit gullible in front of authorative figures, being more inclined to listen to them than pursue her own paths. It's a matter of inexperience in this vast galaxy.
That doesn't mean there isn't an underlying curiosity for what else is out there. She wants to learn, but also doesn't want to break down the order she has created in her life. Or rather, what her mentor had instilled upon her. Because a lack of order, a lack of practicality, did equal harm and worse. A tinge of fear still lingered, all of the unknown, and yet there is a thrill in still seeking it out.
Sol is young, unknowing... The moment she is able to let her own rules go, she can become a good ally. For good or bad...
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S T R E N G T H S & W E A K N E S S E S
- Nimble, having been taught to use her physique to her advantage. Sol is more than capable of vanishing or striking an opponent with speed and agility.
- Survivalist, growing up in scarcity, she learned what plants were useful, what berries to eat, and should she ever require it. Can live of natural resources for weeks or months depending on the climate.
- Artefact knowledge, having been taught all sorts of artefacts and their uses, Soliane has an advantage when it comes to dealing with these items.
- A repressed sense of curiosity, while not completely free, she always has doubts in her mind. This hunger for more, as if secrets are kept from her. This has the potential to be good or horrible.
- Young, a blessing and a curse, so to speak. Her youth makes her both gullible and also brimming with potential. In the right hands it could be a blessing, in the wrong ones... a curse.
- Uneducated, not in the sense of not knowing how to read and write. She was sheltered away, doesn't know her heritage, doesn't know her culture. Barely understands what the Force itself is (save from artefacts), let alone its factions. It all leaves her at a terrible disadvantage.
- The Force, whilst Force sensitive, she hasn't begun to understand it, or barely knows herself. This means that she has to learn everything a padawan or a youngling already would. Not to mention her personality does provide the opportunity for dark forces to manifest.
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I N V E N T O R Y
- A wooden staff she uses to defend herself.
- A pendant given to her by her mentor..? Though she isn't certain about it. It is made of silver and has an owl like figure on it.
- A close-range energy tracker to locate artefacts.
- A blaster pistol.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S
None yet, to be updated... sometime...
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T H E F O R C E
Soliane is not yet aware of her force sensitivity, but subconsciously already uses it to search for artefacts and sense them. Furthermore, has been able to shield her mind once or twice against corruption from said artefacts. This means that her current abilities shall be limited to:
H I S T O R Y
Born on Chandrila to loving, yet unknown, parents, Soliane's life was destined to be one of arranged marriages and a climb to wealth and renown. The reality was a little less rich... The Desari estate was raided by political rivals (or the men hired by them). At the time, Soliane was but a toddler, unaware of what happened and her life truly began after that moment...
The moments between the raid and waking up on a different planet were blurry. The former only showing up in hazy nightmares, though ones Sol had always been taught to view as fiction. By who? Her mentor, a Kessurian male named Jado, a treasure hunter in all parts of the galaxy, who had once 'found her' on his adventures. Having known no other way-- she believed him and began to shadow him, taking on his teachings as they traversed many planets for artefacts.
There were moments in time where she questioned who her parents were, and Jado only provided a vague answer. That blood did not matter as they were not here now. A truth that barely brought her comfort as the years passed. Nevertheless, she did not question or doubt Jado publicly and merely helped him on his quests. It was her way to survive, was it not? It eventually became a second nature to know where these artefacts were hidden. A sense, if you will. One her mentor had picked up on, but kept carefully sheltered away from her.
In time, she was allowed to go off world on her own adventures. Unprepared for whatever may be laying ahead, or what she might encounter...
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R P T R A C K E R
To be updated...
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T H E S T O R Y S O F A R
Soliane has left her mentor on a quest for yet another force artefact, a way to prove herself... or a way to show herself to the vast galaxy.