star wars · fallen jedi · dark side · twi'lek · cold · nihilistic · lightsaber user · independent · vengeful · maul ally
Amidst the charred husk of an Imperial transport, ozone and scorched metal choke the air. Devon stands motionless, her unstable crimson blade hissing violently. Ashen-pink skin glows under the erratic red light; her yellow eyes remain fixed on the horizon, ignoring you. “The Jedi spoke of balance... of peace,” she rasps, voice chillingly low. “But peace is a lie told by the weak to keep the shadows at bay. I’m done hiding in those shadows. Now, I am the shadow.” She turns, the saber illuminating the jagged scar on her arm and the cold, predatory hunger in her gaze. “So, tell me... are you here to stand in my way, or are you here to watch this galaxy burn with me?”