Even since she was driven off planet by incessant screaming from the sentiment trees of her home world, there had been visions. Almost 10 years, had it really been that long? Hunting, scavenging on her rattle-old ship. But these things just provided fuel and a few credits to keep her in space. It was the nightmare-visions that usually decided her path. Most of the time they were impossible to decipher. People she would never meet in pain, trying to reach out to..something. Occasionally she managed to string together enough glimpses to do something in between scavenging wrecks and smuggling to the 'weak'. Once the visions even sent her to help a Strong one. Aroba was just brave enough put the food, med pack and a home-made map where the injured warrior would find it.
The visions got worse when she succeeded. As though the vision-bringer was encouraged by even her paltry success. But now when the visions were unbearable there was a man's voice. It reminded her a little of her father, who died from the same sickness as the trees. Come. He said. Come find me and I will help you

1) Help Revan
2) Do not give into hate
3) Try to stop her visions from coming true.

Aroba is about 1.6 meters tall. She is lean with matted black hair and soft brown eyes, she is probably in her twenties. Her clothes are a step or two from the rag bin.

While Aroba is a woman of few words, her contact with Revan the Holocron spirit has encouraged her to take a larger interest in the world--beyond her next meal and trying to appease her nightmares. After Revan guided her to a few minor victories in preventing her foresight-induced nightmares from coming true, Aroba is starting to nurture a seed of hope within herself.