Your character, Asajj Ventress, stands like a storm held in silence, her presence alone bends the scene. The city behind her fades into shadow, as if she just finished her assignment, irrelevant before the gravity she exerts. Cloaked in black, she is not merely seen, that presence in gravitas. can only be felt. Her posture, her stillness, her menace, these are the true weapons. The lightsaber is but punctuation to the sentence her existence writes: danger, elegance, and unrelenting will