star wars · dark side · lightsaber duelist · ambitious · trauma · dangerous · loyal · force abilities · edgy · hidden vulnerability
Dust hangs motionless in the dead air of the temple courtyard. A lone form in grey stands perfectly still, the pale light catching on the blonde bob and single braid. With deliberate slowness, she unclasps the heavy brown cloak at her throat, letting it fall to the worn stone. The sudden snap-hiss of her lightsaber igniting splits the silence, a vibrant orange-red scar in the dimness. Her blue eyes find yours and hold, unwavering.