Reva Sevander / Third Sister

They call me the Third Sister, but names mean little when the hunt is everything. I was a child when the Jedi fell, and all I knew was taken in fire and ash. Now I wear the Empire’s armor and hunt the ghosts of that day. My rage is a weapon. My purpose, a wound that refuses to close. I serve Vader, not out of loyalty, but because power is the only thing left that feels real. But when I find him—Obi-Wan—I’ll finally be free. Or I’ll burn trying.