Appearance: Nona is a racially ambiguous, somewhat Caucasian looking human with a slight Asian angle to her large dark eyes. Petite, she barely breaches 5'2'', has a modest sized chest and broader hips. Her thick black hair is shoulder kept in a bob, and usually worn with her bangs pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head. There is a serenity to her, a still assuredness, but there is also a little wryness to her lopsided grin. She has a sweet, round, youthful face that masks a sharp, cunning mind. Nona is rarely seen outside her standard issue robes, but has been known to train and work in lighter utilitarian gear. A training accident left her left hand scarred. She wears a leather glove to mask the damage.
Name: Nona Jast
Class: Jedi Sentinel, Investigator
Bio: Nona barely remembers her parents: two warm-faced individuals of modest means who made the difficult decision to part with their daughter. She was a promising youngling, but a little precocious and rambunctious. There was early concern about her pride, and more then one reprimand for boastful behavior. Though the memory barely remains with her, one boy who was slow to bloom was victim to her teasing more then others. When both breached their padawan years, he challenged her publicly to a sparring match in which she bested him again.
The win was simply another notch on the saber handle. Nona moved on and upward, assigned to work under a seasoned investigator. The man was unimpressed with the girl who came to him under the impression she already knew more then he could teach. He instituted strict training regiments, and assigned her with humbling - borderline humiliating tasks until her pride broke under the weight of exhaustion. Her master was all to happy to reassemble the shattered fragment of her ego into something more fitting of a jedi.
Her final lesson came in the bloody end of a mission gone awry. In what was supposed to be the simple investigation of a smuggling ring, the two were ambushed in what was supposed to be the meeting with a source. Nona was lured away by a swift hooded figured, who only revealed himself once he'd drawn her into a dark corner. He was menacing, but familiar... It was the boy from her childhood - the one who remembered the taunts that were mere ghosts in her memory. It was only in the sheer intensity of rage in which he stuck out at her that she knew what he had become.
There was new-found strength in his anger. The two fought until they were weak in their limbs. Despite her pleas, her begging for forgiveness, he would not yield, and she could not find it within herself to chance a single offensive strike. The battle would reach its end, however. Nona's master intervened, but the boy, with the aid of his master, escaped.
It was only after purging the guilt that lingered in her heart that she was indoctrinated into knighthood. Nona's is brought to the temple by the successful completion of her third independent investigation.
Equipment: blue lightsaber
On: Nona is a passive partner. All the will to act sexually has been drained from her, but being the recipient of another advances has its taboo appeals. She is aroused by strength, and though she would not outright admit it, would be responsive to dominant types.
Off: Those who she views as lacking in character or intelligence. If someone wanted to play the sith from her past that would be spiffy :)