Vashtara grew up on Mustafar in a small clan near the lava rivers. Growing up she didn't know much regarding the outside galaxy. Vasthara worked as a miner. Collecting valuable minerals and materials to sell and trade with the wary outsiders. Her family being isolationists, although that didn't last too long. Vashtara was felt through the force by a wandering Jedi. He had found her after sometime since the New Republic became established, and she was brought back to the Jedi Temple.

While Vashtara's force sensitivity hasn't grown, and her prowess over any force power isn't really visible, however, her strength and the small bouts of force energy she can channel has saved her from any expulsion. As well as her demeanor. She can be quite quiet and a bit nervous. Always stumbling and not wanting to harm anyone. Fearing that if she stepped the wrong way she would break someone's foot. Although this has slowly changed through her time at the temple, Vashtara is still seen as the gentle giant. Although, that can change if she ever spars or fights others. She doesn't hold back, and can fell people in one blow. It can sometimes add to the nervousness as she can crumple others in a singular punch, but when she is on the battlefield that all falls away.

Protection at All Costs

With the war raging on Vashtara has trained every day for longer and longer periods of time. Needing to make sure that she would be ready to protect her fellow Jedi. Her close connection to Jarna, Renka, and Paz makes her worry that she won't ever be able to defend themselves. Trying with everything she has to get stronger, more durable, and capable of defending those around her. Wielding heavier and heavier armor as the war progressed, and carrying heavier and heavier weapons.

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Caution: Vashtara is cautious and is always sure to wait and analyze a situation. She is one that doesn't do anything without thought, and won't take any rash action unless she is afraid.

Fear: Vashtara can become afraid and let the creeping thoughts of uncertainty and worry cloud her judgement. Especially if her friends are in danger, in which case she typically may become dead set to getting them out. Going on her own to free any or all of them.

Vashtara is roughly seven foot eight, and is broad shouldered. Her hands were quite large, and her armor was thick and metallic. With smoke exhaust pipes jutting out of the back. Her figure imposing and her head usually kept behind a helmet that connects to her armor. She doesn't truly have any visible skin showing, and the only other visible pieces of equipment are her weapons. Her exoglove on her right hand, her lightsaber on her right hip, and the armor itself hosting a whole assortment of spikes all along the armor itself. All of which were so sharp and pointed, and some curved and jagged. All seemingly created by hand and sharpened regularly.