in another life, you might have regret. might have sorrows even. but that is not this life, is not even close. this world never quite meshed with you. oh, you did just fine, blended in, fought the fights that others demanded of you (maybe even liked them at times), but it never felt like it was for you. you didn't want to defined solely by your capacity to survive. but that was what tended to happen. in the rare idle moment, it was easier to dream of other worlds, other places to go.

(there wasn't much here to leave behind, after all. maybe an younger brother, maybe a struggling theater troupe, but all that you had, at the end of it, was your job as a mechanics assistant, and that wasn't worth the fuss.)

getting out was easy enough. there's always demand for a mercenary or two, and you'd proved a deft hand at demolitions. it wasn't ever pleasant, nice work, but then again, when was anything? easier to just suck it up and keep going.

in the end, it wasn't exactly the job that crushed that tiny little spark of optimism out of you. and it wasn't exactly a failed romance. it wasn't even really addiction or being cheated out of something. it wasn't any of them, and it was all of them. there was no moment when you woke up and realized that you stopped seeing the joy in things. it just happened, slowly over time, the result of being a single cog in a slowly ticking universe. the spark faded, dimmed, flickered to nothing.

you moved because it was something to do, a way to get through the day. you needed to money to keep yourself stocked, pay off the tab at the bar, but that was it. part of you still wants to see the stars, but it's a thin, barely quavering part. at the end of the day, what you want is what you once hated so much: to simply survive.

tldr; born on Rodia, used to be fairly idealistic, wanted to see the stars and had all of that sweet optimism, left her younger brother and mechanic job to be a mercenary off-planet, got ground down by the cycle, wishes that she could return to that optimism she once had

At a basic level, she wants money and to survive. Of course, that can be said for literally anyone in the SW universe. On a deeper level, she wants to regain the optimism and wonder she once held for the cosmos. However, the basic drive is what she'll tell anyone that asks; the other motivation is one that she doesn't even want to admit to herself.

- Owes her brother some money for him helping her off planet; still hasn't paid that back
- Also maybe kind of sort of said that he could come with her when she left Rodia but left him in the dust when it came time to leave

She's a Rodian, has all of the notable Rodian features, all that jazz. Has a faint teal tint to her, fairly tall (about 6'0"). Also happens to be one of those Rodians that has/chooses to grown out their hair, but it's generally kept back in a tight, neat bun.

Personality wise: fairly practical and job/business oriented. Thinks that the best way through is patience and forcing your way through it. Fairly blunt when talking to other people, bad at not saying precisely what she is thinking.

(Fun character facts: really likes romance novels by an author named Nemo Sparks. These are like real trashy airport bookstore romance novels too. But she'll defend them to her dying breath. )