A soft giggle ringing like tiny silver bells is heard. The laughter comes from a young woman about twenty or so. She has this charisma about her that makes people want to know her yet frightens them off as well. Maybe it is the way she carries herself like she is a queen or the air of self-confidence and cool, calm composure of her person that draws people's attention like bees to honey. People might be frightened of her because not only is the air of perfection about her but one of a strong, stubborn warrior with a quick, calculating mind as well.
Her laugh right now might be warm and soothing, but when she is upset, it sends chills down the strongest of men's backs. Her eyes of the iciest blue have the ability to freeze army men in place. To those that anger and annoy her, they sparkle with a cold merciless stare. To others, the eyes are what drive them to stay alive. For those few that took the time to get to know her she guards them fiercely, and showing them alone her warm and caring side. If her loved ones should ever befall harm then the cause of the harm will be obliterated. It is obvious to most that she hides away from humans, what she calls "noisy creatures". She is not very trusting, and she prefers to distances herself from the race of space faring humans, usually staying on her home world of Dathomir. She is not so completely antisocial that she hasn't any friends, they are just a small group, that is all.
With a flick of her head covered in the hair of raven's wing black, that sets off her eyes so nicely, and a soft hello in her sultry alto voice, she can have any man she wishes. No man in his right mind would turn down such a goddess. Her beauty would even make the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite, green with envy. Her body gives to the illusion that she is weak and helpless. Her build is slim and lithe like a dancer's, which easily conceals the fact that she is quite strong. This magnificent form isn't exposed very often because she prefers to wrap her figure in heavy, black sith robes held closed with a tight midnight leather belt. Within easy seeing range dangles a strange object. The long, artfully constructed cylindrical weapon is her lightsaber. Its simple elegance compliments her perfectly.
A glittering of a piece of jewelry on her left hand draws the attention and crushes the hopes of eligible men. A thin band of platinum encircles her ring finger. A cluster of onyxes and rubies in a star pattern adorn the thin band. This powerful symbol represents she has given her heart away to a man that she loves more than life itself. Her heart that once was lonelier than the loneliest heart has found love at last. Her neck, her skin being that of a glowing bronze, is entrapped by a coal black choker. A thin silver chain, thin as a spider's silk thread, clings onto a crucifix as it wraps itself gently around her neck.
She finally disengages herself from the conversation with a woman who is most likely her best friend. She slowly makes her way out of the smoky, dimly lit cantina eliciting sighs of despair and longing from the male inhabitants. They take in a deep breath through their noses almost as if to smell something that is faint and almost undetectable. After she has left, there is the faint lingering smell of roses, which is usually present when Nomi Sunrider is around.