in her youth, dneir was a padawan learner who was assigned a master who was a general in the clone wars. she served for a couple years alongside him, until his clone troopers struck him down, and he died in her arms in a cave. he had told her to hide, hide everything she can, so she hid her masters lightsaber and ran. she stowawayed on a freighter to pentin-4, a planet with its own government, and a seat in the senate, but so small as to have almost no imperial presence. while there, a senator was murdered and she was unlucky as to have been close enough to the scene of the crime to be framed. she was thrown into a labor camp, where she made friends with all kinds of disenfranchised people, from ex-seperatists to common criminals. the tempers in the camp got too high when overcrowding happened, and there was a riot where many prisoners were massacred. she managed to escape on her own, with only the regret of watching her friends die, and her masters lightsaber on her mind.

dneir wishes to live a life of meaning, one where she can find strength in the name of helping others. she has decided to stand against the strong and oppressive so she herself can grow to beat them. she cannot ever get the thought of her master out of her head. to her, he was a symbol of justice, a man who would help the needy and feed them out of his own hands without a second thought. the idealized symbol of a jedi knight lives within her, and aspires her to become an equal to, or even surpass, her master.

dneir has learned a lot from her time in prison, and has become able to adapt lessons from others into her own life. she believes in a diverse and free galaxy, where people can work for the good of their communities. there arent rigid rules to her, besides trying to do good for people when she can. however, she can find herself becoming headstrong and overconfident, and filled with defiance towards authority figures. in the moment it brings her satisfaction, but the after effects of her actions ring loud in her ears when it brings the hammer down on the people around her.

a lean, unassuming looking togruta, except for the fact one of her head tails has been slightly severed, leaving her permanently scarred on the left side of her face. her skin is a dull, muted red while her headtails are grey and white. white markings cover her face, leaving it left looking like she is ready for battle.