On a constant pilgrimage in search of enlightenment, A'lora Kituri has renounced the Jedi texts as but a single truth among many. On her travels, she has been known to use several names for the Force, according to local superstitions and translations she has encountered along her trials. Meditating on unearthed lore in conjunction with local legends and traditions from their descendants, she induces visions with the assistance of medicinal herbs. Some consider this an addiction, dismissing her wisdom and advice as that of a "mad hermit," while others revere her sage-like wisdom.

In whichever forms it takes, she intends to bind these threads together in a balance; not of light and dark, but as a balance of these cultures, and their understanding of the cosmic energies into a larger tapestry.

Although forbidden under some Jedi teachings, A'lora Kituri has formed a covalent bond with some of her closest confidants throughout her lifetime. What some consider a weakness, others recognize as one of her greatest strengths, both on and off the battlefield. Those to whom she entrusts with such an allegiance recognize her devotion as absolute and unshakable. Seldom does one find themselves sharing such a friendship with A'lora Kituri, but such bonds are never alike; some might feel that A'lora Kituri shares a spiritual connection to them, while others might experience a mere pattern of coincidences that draws them together. However these relationships manifest, A'lora Kituri believes them to be prognosticated in the cosmic flow of time; even though these coincidences tend to be the result of deliberate attempts to reunite with those whom she considers allies.

Lacking an understanding of the nuances of modern intergalactic culture, A'lora Kituri struggles to conform to "normal" civilization. Societal courtesies are foreign to her unsophisticated intellect, often resulting in her being labelled a "brute," "savage," or some other derogatory denomination. Insults notwithstanding, A'lora Kituri finds themselves more attuned with those sharing a set of cultural traits most would deem barbaric, and has little issue in fitting in among tribal cultures cloistered from the larger galactic community. Relieving to some, others find her bluntness and lack of formalities in conversation boring; or worse, uncouth. She will often interject figures of speech to drive her points across in the form of idioms, most of which make little sense outside of the culture of their origin. Her inclination towards walking barefoot often leads to discomfort when traversing the duracrete passages of cities, leading to her sometimes adopting foot wraps or sandals by necessity.

While selfless at heart, A'lora Kituri is a staunch advocate of teaching others the tools necessary to fend for themselves, which lends to her harsh training of those under her tutelage. She believes that survival is core to the continuing presence of Jedi, and though her methods might be cruel, her intentions are kind. As the broken bones of countless students can attest to, she has little patience for braggarts and jesters — whose challenges are often met with the butt-end of a quarterstaff. However, this hasn't deterred her colleagues — some of whom have taken to toeing the limits of her humor for their own amusement, or to the delight of onlookers. While the foreign nature of her jokes are often lost in translation, she does value humor as a tool for teaching at the expense of others, but does not take well to embarrassment when directed at herself.

A'lora Kituri has little regard for orthodox tactics or conventional warfare. Although a talented saberist, she would rather skulk in the shadows until her opponent is vulnerable than meet them in honorable combat. As an Akul stalks its next meal, A'lora Kituri surreptitiously moves along undergrowth, canopies and other obstacles as if waging a skirmish, using traps and distractions to her advantage. Channeling her baser emotions into her attacks, her unchecked rage manifests itself as savage, unconnected staccato sequences that flow with a malignant grace. Caught unaware, an opponent might find themselves overwhelmed on the outset while one accustomed to her form's aggressive, direct nature can recognize and exploit its inherent lack of defense against the Force or outlast its exhaustive assault.

Among her allies, A'lora Kituri washes across the battlefield like a sandstorm. At her most serene when linked together in tandem with other Force-sensitives, her movements flow like a waterfall; fluid and graceful. Those who have formed a strong connection with A'lora Kituri on the battlefield tend to be those with whom she shares attachment; however, those unfamiliar with her emotional states channeled during combat might sever their connection when straining to retain their own tranquility, leading to a disassociation and chaos within the group. Gravitating towards offensives roles, enemies find her aggression ruthless, but vulnerable to retaliation without the intervention of her allies. Distanced from allies, this lack of defense often leads to unprotected openings that an observant opponent can use to their advantage before she can adjust to solo combat.