K’tana once had something akin to a fetish for backtalking the scariest of Arconae, solely for the thrill. She had affairs with violence, and she even flirted with Death itself in the few times it came knocking at her chamber doors. But it has been almost two years since the Twi’lek could stand on her own two feet, having silently acted as a decoration of Timeros’ office for that time, and some of that carbonite seems to have left a permanent mark on her personality. Everything is below her concern...unless Timeros says otherwise.

She remembers everything from her youth; her capture, her obsessions and those who rejected her. She remembers every kiss of physical violence and every verbal backhand that crushed her heart. She remembers every person who used her for their gain or their amusement. She remembers that the only one who ever truly had her back was herself. However, instead of wishing hellfire and vengeance upon those she knows wronged her she, in her frozen hell, has learned that no one else is even worthy of her attention, let alone her affection or her trust. With narrowed eyes and a contemptuous smirk, she slips through the shadows of the ancient halls with barely a glance to the faces around her. K'tana lives in and for herself, embracing the role of the weapon she was always meant to be.

The Shadow was never known for curbing her emotions, but the only way to describe her as she storms off to do the bidding of her Master would be coiled and bridled fury. She rarely speaks, allowing her expression and body language to convey what she feels, finding words pointless; as they’ve never helped her before. Narrowed eyes, a raised eyebrow, or a disdainful sneer are the mainstays of her silent arsenal.

Having, from what anyone has -thus far- been able to tell, nothing but obedience left, K’tana has become devoid of anything resembling a personality. She hardly speaks, which means she never talks back. Her passion is gone, thus her bloodlust has dissolved. Her love for life is gone, thus her selfish desires have been erased. The Twi’lek is now, just as the Clan always wanted her to be, a perfect killing machine to be used for their benefit. This means that once commanded to do a task, she will complete it to the best of her skills and abilities, even if it costs her life. This makes her nearly impossible to be placed in a team as she will wander off, without saying a word, to complete the task on her own while placing her compatriots in immense danger without a second thought.

K’tana is no longer driven by her wants and needs. Obligation and duty come first, or so Timeros says, and it is his word that she adheres. She cuts as her Master commands she cuts. The wounds she inflicts are jagged and bloody, leaving wisps of smoke and burned flesh in her wake. If Timeros- and thus Arcona- does not want you dead, K’tana will likely ignore you. Should you attack her first, she will use all skills at her disposal to hack you down and will probably forget to apologize for it later. Her singular focus, a trait beaten into her over the years, means that she gets things done. However, the Shadow will go until she collapses, frequently depriving herself of hydration, nutrition and sleep. Nothing matters, but completing the mission. Arcona Invicta.

K’tana practically screams out her feelings with the way she moves in combat, maneuvering with sheer aggression and rage. But, for the most part, she has returned to her style of striking in a series of whirling blows, before using her proficiency with the Force to sink beneath their perception and attack again from an unexpected angle. She prefers to harry powerful foes with crippling and hindering blows, hoping to wear them down until they are no longer capable of defeating her in a fair fight - not that she would ever engage in one. This aggressive style, while raw and effective, is hardly practical and may fall short against an adept technical combatant that can match her agility.