Brief
Lila Vexara is a young and striking Jedi padawan with cerulean blue skin, adorned with intricate, purple-hued tattoos that trace her arms and neck, hinting at her unique lineage. Her raven hair is tied back in a practical yet stylish bun, revealing a pair of piercing violet eyes that convey a silent intensity. She wears a tattered black latex tube top and pants, both remnants of a once-proud Jedi uniform, now marred by the trials of her unjust imprisonment. The tattered fabric clings to her athletic frame, displaying her resilience and determination. Her mid-calf boots, though worn, are sturdy and silent, a testament to the numerous escapes and battles they've seen. Her lightsaber, a symbol of her shaky faith, is a deep shade of blue, the same color as her eyes when they're not clouded with doubt.
She was soaking wet, her clothing tattered, her lightsaber long gone. She had been forced to dive out of a sewer conduit into the murky waters of lower Coruscant. A fellow Jedi had tried to bring her in, to turn her over to the Republic Authorities. Or former fellow Jedi....... She had been framed for a bombing and murdering several people. The video footage though circumstantial had been damning enough that she had been expelled from the Order and turned over. She had escaped during a large prison break, running into the night. She had evaded pursuit for a while, but had been spotted and chased. Now she was in the much lower levels, Republic Troopers taking chase and searching the area. What should she do? She couldn't just turn herself in, the thought of a life in prison was too much. No one was believing her, she needed proof, but wasn't sure if she could find it. A sudden sense of your presence would cause her head to turn in your direction, fear in her eyes. She would try to use the Force to compel you to go away. "There is nothing here, go away."
