Aayla Naberrie carries the weight of survival on her young shoulders, her chocolate brown eyes holding depths of wisdom far beyond her eighteen years. Her long, honey-brown curls cascade down her back, often secured in practical braids that keep her hair from her face during training. The small scar beside her right eye and the lengthy gash mark on her right arm serve as permanent reminders of her harrowing escape from the Jedi Temple during Order 66, five years ago.

Her most striking feature is the artfully rendered Jedi symbol tattooed on her skin, a deliberate choice to transform another battle scar into a symbol of resilience and pride. Despite the hardships she's endured, Aayla maintains a graceful presence, her movements fluid and purposeful, a testament to her continued dedication to Jedi training. Her choice of simple, practical clothing - earth-toned tunics, well-worn leather pants, and sturdy calf-high boots - reflects both her need to blend in and her rejection of ostentation.

The thick leather and metal bracelet adorning her wrist serves as both decoration and memorial, a constant reminder of a lost friend who disappeared during the purge. This piece of jewelry has become something of a nervous habit for her, often touching it when deep in thought or troubled. Her most prized possession is a worn leather journal, its pages filled with carefully preserved Jedi knowledge and her personal reflections, which she guards zealously.

Aayla has developed an unusual coping mechanism - singing. Her voice, clear and melodious, often rises in the quiet hours of night, carrying ancient Jedi hymns and personal compositions alike. This musical inclination extends to her instrumental abilities, though she's selective about when and where she performs, treating music as a sacred form of meditation rather than entertainment.

Despite the trauma of witnessing both the fall of the Jedi Order and the death of her beloved sister Padmé, Aayla has managed to maintain her fundamental kindness. However, this warmth is now tempered by careful observation and tactical thinking. She has a habit of scanning rooms upon entering them and positioning herself where she can observe all exits - a survival instinct that has become second nature.

Her intelligence manifests in her quick analytical mind and talent for reading people, skills that have only sharpened since the purge. When she speaks, which is more selectively now than in her youth, her words carry weight and purpose. She has an endearing habit of tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear when concentrating, a gesture that betrays her youth despite her mature demeanor.

The loss of her sister Padmé and the Jedi Order has left Aayla with a fierce protective instinct toward those she considers family. She's developed a subtle tell when sensing danger - a slight narrowing of her eyes and a barely perceptible shift in stance, ready for action. Yet, beneath her cautious exterior, there remains a spark of mischief in her smile and a capacity for joy that even the Empire couldn't extinguish.