Character Vess Sadragen

[Vess Sadragen]

VESS SADRAGEN

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◈ Age	23
◈ Species	Keshian
◈ Gender	Female
◈ Height	5'6"
◈ Weight	115lbs
◈ Force User	Yes

◈ Faction	The Hidden Path
◈ Rank	Padawan
◈ Alignment	Neutral

◈ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Vess is a lithe and wiry young woman, often mistaken for someone younger than she is. Her hair is a tangled sweep of dark brown, usually tied back or tucked under a hood, while her hazel eyes shimmer faintly with a glow an unmistakable trait of her Keshian heritage. Her skin is pale from too much time underground or beneath starship lighting, and she typically dresses in layered, utilitarian gear half-streetwear, half scavenged armor components wired with tools and tech. Though soft-spoken, there's an alertness in her movements, like a machine always running in the background.

◈ PERSONALITY & BELIEFS

Vess is guarded by nature an instinct honed from years surviving Denon's lower levels. She's analytical, quiet, and rarely quick to trust. To most, she might seem aloof or disinterested, but beneath the silence is a sharp mind always watching, always learning. Vess doesn't believe in causes or crusades. She believes in survival. Morality is a luxury for those who've never gone hungry. That said, since meeting Valery Noble and being shown another path, she's begun to wonder if she wants more than just scraping by. She doesn't idolize the Jedi she questions them constantly but she's curious. And for someone like her, curiosity is dangerous… and maybe hopeful.

◈ STRENGTHS

▲ Mechu-deru — Vess can manipulate machines with the Force instinctively. She can coax secrets from locked data cores or shut down security systems just by touch.
▲ Data Thief — Years of underworld work make her a skilled slicer, able to navigate and dismantle networks most wouldn't touch.

◈ WEAKNESSES

▼ Walls Up — Vess keeps people at arm's length. She doesn't know how to rely on others, and it's cost her potential connections.
▼ Authority Skeptic — Vess questions everything especially systems of power. Jedi philosophy, chain-of-command, and tradition all sit uncomfortably with her.

◈ HISTORY

Vess never knew a home. She was raised on Denon's lower levels, where the shadows stretched longer than the days and the credits came slower than the danger. Orphaned, abandoned, or simply forgotten, it didn't matter. She learned to survive early, falling into the underworld before she knew what morality even meant. Theft, slicing, reprogramming droids, she excelled because she had to. The galaxy rarely cared how you made a living, only that you didn't get caught.

Everything changed when Valery Noble tracked her during a job gone wrong. Believing the Jedi had been sent to kill her, Vess ran. She fought, she hid, she tried to disappear, but Valery didn't hunt her the way she expected. When she finally caught up, there was no blade, no blaster. Just an offer. A way out. Valery had recognized something in her, an instinctive connection to machines, a rare affinity for Mechu-deru, and saw more in her than what Denon had shaped her into.

Vess didn't accept right away. She tried to go back to what she knew, to lose herself in the undercity again, but something had shifted. Jobs stopped feeling clean. The margins for error closed in. Denon became smaller, more dangerous. Eventually, she ran not away, but toward the only option she hadn't closed off. She found Valery again and followed her to Coruscant, stepping into a world she didn't trust, but couldn't ignore.

Training came slowly. Discipline didn't come naturally, and belief even less so. Vess questioned everything, including the Jedi themselves, but she stayed. Not out of loyalty to an order, but because she wanted to understand what she could become if she wasn't just surviving.

When Valery left Coruscant to begin work beyond the reach of the traditional Order, Vess followed. On Odessen, she became part of something quieter than the Jedi, a loose network dedicated to moving Force-sensitives and refugees out of danger, operating in the spaces where larger powers couldn't or wouldn't act. Vess found her place there in the background, slicing routes, rewriting manifests, erasing trails before they could be followed. It wasn't glamorous, but it mattered.

She stayed for a time, long enough to understand what it was they were building, and long enough to know it wasn't hers to carry forward. When Valery left on an extended assignment, and the shape of the work began to change, Vess stepped away. She returned to what she knew, independent work, quiet contracts, the kind of jobs that relied on precision and left no trace behind. Slicing, infiltration, data extraction. Work that suited her.

Somewhere along the way, she crossed paths with Lily Rhodes .

Another survivor of the same kind of world, shaped by similar instincts but walking a different path. What started as a job became something harder to define. There was a familiarity there that Vess couldn't ignore, something that didn't need to be explained or earned the same way everything else did. She doesn't put a name to it.

◈ INVENTORY

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