A sandy-orange Twi'lek, Lav'anre might appear non-assuming at a glance. Despite her diminutive height and lean frame, she can often be found wearing simple, functional clothes: a pair of worn pants and a tank top typically covered by an old Rebellion-era jacket bearing the Rebel crest. A knife or blaster is usually worn on a belt holster at her side. Looking into the young Twi'lek's dark-brown-green eyes, you would see a weariness beyond her years, a hardness in her gaze.
Having been born inside a star-ship as opposed to planet-side, Lav'anre has never had a particular world to call her home. She grew up in an environment that requires being of use in order to survive, and without the borders that breed patriotism. The allegiances of the galaxy mean little to her, only the strength of individual merit. She is most at peace when in space, and will take on any contract or mission that enables her to remain firmly seated in a cockpit.
This utter lack of affiliation often results in what can be construed as insubordination and disloyalty, putting her at odds with those that value such things.
Lav'anre can be very protective, and when any of her friends are being bullied or threatened, she will step in to defend them. This can gets Lav'anre in trouble when she refuses to back down during these exchanges, and sometimes has trouble discerning between friendly teasing and intentional insults. However, because of this fierce loyalty, her friends know that no matter what, Lav'anre will be there for them.
Lav'anre considers her work to be the most important aspect of her life. This borderline obsessions with the "job" leaves little room for any kind of personal or social life, making it difficult for Lav'anre to relax and enjoy spending time with others. she excels in activities that relate to their work, but the idea of work-life balance is an altogether abstract concept.
Lav'anre manages to always see the down side to every silver-lining, joyous occasion, or victory. Where some may see a boon, Lav'anre will often see the curse accompanying it, just around the corner.Lav'anre's constant pessimism can often lead to conflict and the annoyance of those around her, not to mention the dampening of spirits. However, this mindset is not without its benefits, for a pessimist is far more likely to be prepared for the worst and be left unscathed by it - after all, none are more prepared for the worst case scenario than the ones expecting it all along.
When Lav'anre gets in trouble, she finds no fault in bravely turning tail and getting the hell out of dodge. Obviously, this means that she tends to survive even the most deadly encounters... but the same can't always be said for her compatriots. This fact hasn't exactly made her the most popular among her peers, but hey, at least Lav'anre isn't dead yet.
Lav'anre works hard to maintain an image of fierce tenacity despite being of a smaller stature. To that extent, Lav'anre has learned to not take jabs about her stature offensively, but to instead burn them quietly as fuel for her inner spirit. The flame that is sparked as a result is controlled by Lav'anre's discipline of never overestimating her own abilities or those of her opponents. She has trained to fully utilize her size as an advantage when fighting larger opponents. She knows exactly how to leverage her weight to deliver the most effective take downs or maneuvers. The effort to maintain this image can be draining at times, and when outmatched or overwhelmed, Lav'anre becomes susceptible to a loss of spirit.