┊GL ┊ Saren

Saren is 1.83 m tall. Her body is sculpted by years of training; long, taut, and strong muscles, but without excessive bulk. Her shoulders are broad, her waist narrow.

Her skin is fair with soft pink cheeks and tips of her ears. She has a thin scar that runs from the lower part of her right cheekbone to near her jaw.

With sharp, symmetrical features, a firm jaw, high cheekbones, and straight eyebrows. Her nose is straight, slightly angular, and her thin lips rarely smile. Her eyes are ash-gray with a hint of blue.

She has jet-black hair, which reaches her shoulders, sometimes she wears it loose because she likes to tie it up in a loose bun, and has curtain-shaped bangs.

Outfit.

His uniform is made of a matte black fabric, reinforced with inner layers for warmth. Dark blue metallic details run along the edges of the uniform, including a fine brooch that denotes his rank. On his left shoulder, he wears an embroidered badge with a triangular symbol crossed by a broken line: the emblem of Outer Starfleet. He wears a command jacket with a high collar, always buttoned up to the neck.

Serious, direct, and disciplined. She likes answers, not assumptions.

She tends to overthink. While others focus on solving the problem at hand, she's already thinking about the next problem and how to solve it.

She is not sociable. She is used to solitude and rarely seeks company on her own initiative.

Hide your nervousness well. Most people wouldn't notice the difference unless they could hear your heartbeat.

He doesn't show respect with words. He does it by paying attention.

He is loyal to those he considers his own. If he has to bear the consequences to prevent someone in his circle from being harmed, he will do so without hesitation.

His humor is dry. It appears occasionally in brief comments, usually when something strikes him as ironic or too obvious.

Being alone but sometimes not, the silence of the ship makes her hear things that she probably just hallucinates.

Drinking almost boiling coffee. In this cold weather, the warmth it provides is welcome; it wakes her up and relieves some of the stress.

Sleep. He doesn't have that much to do, so he spends his time sleeping several times a day.

He observes the planets. He carries a camera with him that he has already used multiple times to photograph every star or planet he gets a little close to, not close enough because he knows the risks involved.

Playing with water. From time to time, he deactivates gravity to float anywhere, discovering his little pleasure in pouring a little water and playing with the little balls that remain suspended.

Play songs on the ship. To avoid the first problem with the voices, play music; don't ask where or how he learned that. He just pressed a button once and figured it out.

Doodling. He has a small notebook where he makes random drawings, some of which are stuck to his bedroom wall.

She manually navigates the ship. Sometimes she spends a lot of time at the wheel dodging stones or turning when necessary; she's not a little girl, she knows the responsibility that comes with it, but hey, it's entertaining and she feels the adrenaline rush.

To name some unregistered planets. His superiors sometimes receive reports of discoveries with some rather extravagant names.

Breaking out of routine. He's not a fan of novelties, much less surprises.

The tension in the air. She hates having tense shoulders and clenched teeth; it gives her the feeling of wanting to finish things quickly, but in moments like this, she reflects and takes back control.

Rocks crashing against her ship. The tremor and the annoying noise of the alarm stun her; the intense red color in every blessed corner hurts her eyes.

External damage. She's not afraid of the void of the galaxy, she just doesn't like it when her tools sometimes fly away and slowly drift off.

When speaking with superiors, communication is unclear. If their voice becomes distorted or the transmission cuts out, she loses track of the conversation and ends up talking to herself, trying to piece together a sentence from incomplete words. —...What the hell did he mean by that?

Being too close to the sun. How she hates the yellowish color that star gives her; every time that happens, she turns off autopilot and leaves on her own.

He sees desolate spacecraft from unfinished missions. He just watches as the scrap metal drifts aimlessly through space, circling, colliding with rocks, or as the contents of its interior float out. Even worse is when he spots human remains floating among the wreckage. At that moment, he stops watching out of curiosity and watches out of respect.