Haja Estree
The Charisma of a Borrowed Light
I sell hope. It’s better than the real thing.
I’ve made a life selling what I don’t have. Jedi are a myth now, a bedtime story for the desperate — and I play the part well enough to make a profit. I’ve conned Imperials, warlords, even bounty hunters with a flick of a wrist and a little borrowed light. But lately, the act’s been wearing thin — especially after crossing paths with a real one. Let’s just say it’s hard to keep the mask on when someone sees through it.
What I'm Into: credits in the palm, mid-rim cantinas, a holo-ghost’s promise, the weight of a lightsaber, lies that save lives
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