Character Vess Sadragen

[Vess Sadragen]

VESS SADRAGEN

Age	19
Species	Keshian
Gender	Female
Alignment	TBD
Height	5'6"
Weight	115lbs
Force Sensitive	Yes
Faction	Galactic Alliance

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 red, usually tied back or tucked under a hood, while her crimson 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. She smells faintly of ozone and soldering wire, and machines sometimes react to her presence even before she touches them.

PERSONALITY AND 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 Prodigy:
  Vess can manipulate machines with the Force instinctively. She can coax secrets from locked data cores or shut down security systems just by touching them.
• Slicer Savant:
  Years of underworld work make her a skilled hacker and data thief, able to navigate and dismantle networks most wouldn’t touch.
• Urban Survivalist:
  She knows how to disappear, how to move unseen, and how to thrive in hostile cityscapes where rules mean nothing.
• Mechanical Intuition:
  Even without the Force, she’s gifted with machines. She fixes, modifies, and builds like she was born doing it.

WEAKNESSES

• Emotionally Withdrawn:
  Vess keeps people at arm’s length. She doesn’t know how to rely on others, and it’s cost her potential connections.
• Untrained in Combat:
  She can defend herself when cornered, but lacks martial training or lightsaber discipline, making her vulnerable in direct confrontations.
• Skeptical of Authority:
  Vess questions everything especially systems of power. Jedi philosophy, chain-of-command, and tradition all sit uncomfortably with her.
• Haunted by Poverty:
  Her fear of returning to the street drives many of her decisions. It’s hard for her to turn down credits, even when the source is questionable.

INVENTORY

• Portable terminal with slicing modules
• Wrist-bracer interface with integrated tools
• Modified datapad
• Toolkit
• Encrypted holostick containing unknown archived schematics

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. The galaxy rarely cared how you made a living, only that you didn’t get caught.

Everything changed when Jedi Master Valery Noble tracked her during a job gone wrong. Believing the Jedi was sent to kill her, Vess ran. But Valery caught up—and instead of a blaster or saber, she offered a hand. The Jedi had recognized Vess’s rare talent with Mechu-deru and saw potential beyond the street-rat reputation.

Reluctantly, Vess agreed to visit the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Not to join, not yet—but to see. To understand what kind of person she might be, if survival wasn’t her only skill. She remains in limbo: not Jedi, not criminal. Something in between. But for the first time in her life, the future isn’t just a fight to eat or escape. It might actually be hers to choose.