Background
I come from a very large, and very powerful clan. With that said, even very large and very powerful clans can fall prey to depredations of those with evil intent. When I was very young, my parents took me on a trip around the Outer Rim worlds in an endeavor to broaden my horizons. I was, and still am to a point, a very shy and introverted individual. Yet, in seeing some of the wonderful sights of the galaxy, I was emboldened to come out of my shell for just a bit. That is, until my family's ship was attacked by pirates. It was the first time I remember hearing the Force, though I didn't know that's what it was at the time, but I felt a sense of danger and dread shortly before the airlock opened. Blaster bolts flew through the air as people I have known all my life feel. I saw my father get hit; he didn't get up. I don't remember much of what happened after that. There was lots of shouting, the sharp smell of ozone, my mother and I being herded with the few survivors onto the the pirates' vessel. I never saw any of their faces, only their emblem, a human skull split on the diagonal by a lightning bolt. I don't know how long it was before I was rescued by my first Master, a fellow Twi’let. Only that it happened. To this day that part of my life is more a cluster of emotions and impression rather than any true sense of memory. The one part though, I remember more vividly than any other, my mother being torn from our cells by our tormentors. I still don't know if she is even alive. After having been graduated to Padawan, I was apprenticed to my Master, the one who saved me. Sadly, after only two years, she was lost, presumed dead, on a mission too dangerous for me to be allowed to go. Now I find myself apprenticed to a different Master to continue my journey in the Force.
Motivation
I love to discover new things, ideas, places, people. I collect them, in a way, mostly through drawing. It is a habit I have gotten into, carrying around a sketch book and writing implement. Not really the most modern way of doing it, but there is something helpful in actually creating in the traditional, ancient way. Drawing helps me not only to record my discoveries, but also to know them in a more intimate and complete way.
Morality
It is through the rigid discipline of the Jedi Order that I have managed to find peace. Though, some have said that I have become even more cold and detached than that which is normally expected of a Jedi. It is a fine line to tread. While a certain level of discipline helps to keep the darkness at bay, too much could lead to a coldness that in itself would be darkness.
Description
Dia stands 1.65 meters tall, and at 15 years of age, it is likely that she will still taller. Her skin is a shade of white-blue in color similar to some of her parent's favorite glacial formations, which is why they named her “Ice”. Dia’s eyes are a deep amethyst. She wears a traditional unadorned headband that is of a color with her eyes. Both her lekku also have traditional wraps made to match her headband. The casual observer would say that Dia was objectively more beautiful than many of her female Twi’lek counterparts; her mother was a legendary beauty and a galaxy renowned vocalist. But she rejects the idea out of hand, as she says, “My lekku aren’t long enough for true beauty... yet.” This usually earns her a disapproving look or two.