Current Locale: Ryloth
Marital Status: Single
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Alignment: Dark
Height: 5' 6''
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Pigmentation: Tan
I...don't actually have any.
I've had a handful over the years. None worth naming, though.
I don't believe I have any left.
...my body is a temple...
And I treat it accordingly with a strict regimen of training. Even without the aid of the darkness and hatred that sustains me, I am a force to be reckoned with.
...hell hath no fury...
My rage is my ally, I just need to learn to harness the untapped potential of it.
...don't remind me about my past...
I am a former slave, and sometimes I forget the former part. Returning to manacles and slavery is an exploitable fear I cannot yet let go of.
I've lived so long as a slave that I've become an emotional eunuch. My heart still beats, but it doesn't function like everyone else's. I have trouble forming emotional connections to people and it is painful...and not the good kind of painful, either.
Blonde hair falls down to her waist, in a combination of soft waves and tiny, intricate braids she taught herself to do. Blue eyes peer out of soft, pretty features that belie the two decades she's spent in slavery, transferred from one owner to another. She bears no brand or tattoo of ownership, but does carry the scars of a life lived under manacles - the skin of her wrists and ankles are marred from having manacles welded closed around them, and across her lower back is the long twisted scar from a lightwhip. She prefers to remain as covered up as the weather will allow, and will rarely, if ever, allow her scars to be seen, never mind touched.
Born on Dathomir to a clan she cannot recall and a planet she only barely remembers, Zhai's only solid memory of home is the sensation of comfort and warmth she felt amidst the rancors and their young. She remembers being kidnapped, though the faces of her abductors are indistinct in her memory, and the feel of the first set of manacles that were fitted to her tiny wrists and ankles.
She spent two decades as a slave, traded and sold from owner to owner, being sent from world to world. Some few treated her well, most treated her as the chattel she was and used her as they saw fit. There was little she wasn't forced to do and endure, and it led to her shutting most of herself away in her mind in an effort at self-preservation. Upon the death of her current owner, she was shipped off to Ryloth to a slave camp to discharge his debt. It is here that she's been for the better part of a year, keeping to herself, and waiting for an opportunity to escape.