Background
Ba'jur bal beskar'gam,
Ara'nov, aliit,
Mando'a bal Mand'alor—
An vencuyan mhi.
Education and armor,
Self-defense, our tribe,
Our language and our leader—
All help us survive.
The teachings were constant, the lessons ingrained.
The armor is lost, but can be regained.
The Rebels seek conflict, refusing to yield.
In defense of the Empire, my blade is their shield.
The Basic voice hides the Mando'a mind.
Loyal to the Inquisition, my people refined.
Motivation
Innovation:Personal Improvement
We must always strive to reach our peak, and then push beyond.
Faith:Imperial Rule
The Empire is strong enough to enforce their order on the galaxy, so they deserve to.
Drive:Command
I was trained to destroy the strongest enemies of the Empire. Nothing will stop me from proving I am their greatest weapon.
Morality
Dedication: I put all my strength into every goal, everything must be done perfectly.
Obsession: I do not leave things half finished, and never give up.
Pride:My training allows me to do great things. I love what I do, because I'm the best at it.
Mercilessness: If you do not have the strength to enforce your will, you are weak and do not deserve to.
Description
Waist length black hair and a piercing gaze. Her dark side corruption manifests in her ghostly pale skin and sickly yellow eyes. A muscular build, made more imposing by her tall stature.