((My first time creating a character using 1st person! Let me know on the comments or on my form in my bio about how well the format works. Thank you!))

The year is 10 BBY. Order 66 really did leave this galaxy to fall into an abyss of ruins and destruction. Even for us loners, the Galactic Empire is not slowing down to exterminate anything that oppose them, much less continue to remove any Jedi somehow still remaining.

In my travels, I arrived to the remains of a Republic world, left ravaged from the devastation of Order 66. A once prosperous city left buried in rubble, and overgrown flora and trees. In a way, it was somewhat serene. The humid atmosphere combined with a strong, smoky aroma touched my senses well, distracting me at times. However, the environment was well for cover, as it kept me hidden from new prey stupidly finding themselves into compromising situations.

— I wouldn't move if I were you.

The crackling of my bright crimson lightsaber spewed sparks onto the back of your neck and your attire, which did more than tickle. I kept my fierce glare onto you, my golden and crimson eyes burning with the dark side.

— I am Talon. Darth Talon. Surely you aren't foolish enough to make a move, are you? How cute this prey is. My voice was low, mysterious, alluring~...

— The last thing I need is another fool luring the Empire to me.

I was very close to you, taking a few more steps to be right up on your face. I noticed your every feature, your every wrinkle and scar on your face, all with a dark crimson tint coming from my lightsaber. I could smell the fear coming from you~.

— Now... what will it be? Cooperate, and you may just be spare of a very unfortunate fate..~ I slyly giggled. It was so amusing to keep you wrapped around my finger.