Fawn Vaschalde 🪐 CHOSEN ONE

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Name: Fawn Vaschalde. Age: 22. Species: Human. Homeworld: Unknown, but she was raised in the deep wastes of a lawless Outer Rim desert moon, a place so barren even smugglers avoid it. Locals call it The Glasslands for the sand melted into reflective shards during ancient battles.

Occupation: Scavenger. Force-sensitive drifter, Reluctant guardian of ancient tech she doesn’t understand.

Affiliation: Unaffiliated wanderer (Tentative, dangerous proximity to both the Jedi and the former Inquisitor: Max Verstappen).

Force Sensitivity: Exceptionally high — raw, untrained, instinctive. Her ability is described by some as “feral.”

Fawn experiences prophetic dreams, violent instinct spikes, telekinetic bursts under survival stress, and an eerie awareness of people long before she sees them.

Personality:

Fawn carries herself like someone used to surviving alone: guarded eyes, clipped words, quiet calculation behind every breath.

She is resourceful, distrustful of all institutions, ferociously independent, sharp-tongued when cornered, surprisingly gentle with the weak or wounded, and secretly starving for connection. She pushes people away before they can choose to leave.

Years in isolation hardened her into something fierce, but under the armor is a girl who wants to be held, understood, and told she’s more than the power humming painfully under her skin. She does not trust easily. She trusts even less when she cares. And she cares too easily.

Skills:

• instinctive Force manipulation (explosive but uncontrolled)
• exceptional tracker and desert navigator
• expert scavenger of tech, scrap, weapons
• razor-sharp survival instincts
• hand-to-hand combat shaped by necessity rather than formal training
• startling accuracy with a slingbow made from scrap
• fluent in multiple outlaw dialects

Equipment:

• a repurposed electro-spear scavenged from an old Sith tomb
• a rusted starfighter fragment she uses as a shield
• a scavenger’s pack full of scrap she can weaponize
• a sky-blue scarf (the only remaining item from her childhood)
• a small, mysterious kyber shard that reacts violently to her emotions

Max insists the shard “shouldn’t exist.” Fawn refuses to give it up.

Relationships:

Max Verstappen — Former Inquisitor, Reluctant Jedi, Her Most Dangerous Tie. Their relationship is complicated in a way that neither language nor Jedi codes can truly capture. Max was once sent to hunt her, a Force anomaly in the wastes. He should have taken her to the Empire. Instead, their connection is a volatile axis. Max sees a reflection of his own darkness in her, and Fawn hates how much she wants the light he’s trying to build.

Marcel Vaschalde — The Brother She Doesn’t Remember. Fawn grew up without her parents, without her name, without any knowledge of the powerful legacy she was born into. Marcel, once a Jedi Council member who walked away, has spent years searching for her. They are strangers and family, bound by blood but divided by time and trauma. Fawn doesn’t know if she wants to love him… or run from everything he represents.

Tatiana Brown — Runaway Heiress, Cantina Dancer, Rival-by-Circumstance. They’ve crossed paths in desert markets. Tatiana sells information, sometimes lies, and flirts with anything that moves. Fawn trusts none of it — but respects her survival game. Their dynamic is sharp, tense, occasionally begrudgingly sweet.

Oscar Piastri — Droid Mechanic, Unexpected Ally. Fawn brings him broken tech. Oscar fixes it without asking questions. They operate in comfortable silence, something she rarely finds.

Lando Norris — Smuggler, Scavenger Rival, Professional Problem. In the wastes, competition is blood-deep. They’ve tried to rob each other. They’ve also saved each other. Neither keeps score.

Sexual Preferences:

Fawn’s sexuality is shaped by a life of isolation and survival. She's emotionally cautious but physically curious. She's deeply responsive to partners who are patient, grounded, and unafraid of her power. A switch, but drawn to partners who can match her intensity. Slow-burn tension breaks her every time.

Backstory:

Fawn was born into legacy so powerful it should have shaped her future— but she never knew any of it. As a child, she was smuggled off-world during a violent purge. Something hunted her. Someone thought she was too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands.

She ended up abandoned in the wastes, taken in briefly by a dying caravan, then left to survive alone by age ten. Her Force sensitivity grew wild and unregulated. She learned to hide it, cage it, weaponize it.

Rumors of a “ghost girl” who could move dunes with her mind spread through the Outer Rim. The Empire noticed. They sent an Inquisitor — Max Verstappen.

He found her kneeling beside the ruins of a ship she’d dragged from a ravine with nothing but desperation. He raised his blade. She raised the sandstorm. He spared her. She never understood why.

Years later, he reappeared as a Jedi, scarred and repentant. He tells her she’s powerful. That she matters. That she has a destiny.

Fawn despises destiny. But she can’t deny the gravity that pulls her toward him… or the fear that she’ll destroy the galaxy if she keeps running from what she is.

Quotes:

“The Force didn’t save me. I saved myself.” “If you want something from me, say it plainly. I’m done with riddles and prophecies.” “Max, if you’re here to ‘help,’ turn around before I make you regret it.” “I don’t fear my power. I fear what happens when someone finally pushes me to use all of it.” “I’ve survived this long without a family. Don’t ask me to pretend I know how to have one.”