Salina Aviner
Seeing is believing, but one must see first.
For the longest time Salina had felt lost. The Order of the Black Hand was gone, broken and gone almost over night. So many had gone their own ways and now she felt as though she'd had no where else to turn. The Witches of Dathomir had given her sanctuary before but she felt to return to them would bring no real comfort. They taught her what they could and she'd already decided to leave to discover more for herself. For over nearly two months all she could do was what she'd done before, wader about and tell the fortunes of those who asked and making a decent payment from it.
But then she began to hear of a group of people know as the Moross Crusade, those who believed in gods of the universe. This had truly intrigued Salina for she herself believed in gods that held the fate of all in the galaxy their hands. Whether or not they were the same gods meant little to her, all it was for her sake was possible new start. Taken the first shuttle as far out to the planet where they were said to be, Salina was all the more eager to be among others like herself. She hoped at least.
When they landed Salina used her amphistaff Xira and began trekking onward, hoping to find any of these Crusaders.
But then she began to hear of a group of people know as the Moross Crusade, those who believed in gods of the universe. This had truly intrigued Salina for she herself believed in gods that held the fate of all in the galaxy their hands. Whether or not they were the same gods meant little to her, all it was for her sake was possible new start. Taken the first shuttle as far out to the planet where they were said to be, Salina was all the more eager to be among others like herself. She hoped at least.
When they landed Salina used her amphistaff Xira and began trekking onward, hoping to find any of these Crusaders.