Finished up thanks to the helpful Nariata. 

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[hider=Willo Asayy][hider=Appearance][img] http://images.wikia.com/starwars-exodus/images/0/04/BennaKolRekali.jpg[/img][/hider]

[u]Name:[/u] Willo Asayy 

[u]Race:[/u] Vahla 

[u]Age:[/u] 20

[u]Sex:[/u] Female

[u]Affiliation:[/u] Sith 

[u]Rank:[/u] Cultist, fanatic 

[u]Physical Description:[/u] Like most Vahla, she’s tall and lithe, though admittedly shorter than what could be considered standard. Her skin is a chalk white, unnatural and eerie to look upon. Her eyes are wide and violet in color, and sharing gazes with her might lead one to think that she’s constantly longing for something. Her hair is black and medium length.
She most often wears standard swordsman’s robes, black in color and without a cloak. A waist coat falls behind her legs though as a harken back to old sith attire. 

[u]Mental Description:[/u] Willo believes in only one thing, the Sith Code. The mantra that led many to greatness and even more to doom has become her guiding light in life. She strives to become powerful beyond historical measure, and raise the sith order up from the shambles of its current state.
She’s often jovially distant, but harbors a disdain for those who bring shame upon the code. 

[u]History:[/u] Willo remembers little of the time before her devotion to the code. The farthest her memory reaches is to her arrival on Korriban under the tutelage of a man who promised her freedom. She remembers training tirelessly from the time she was a child until her progression into a young woman. She remembers the pain of learning, and the power that came from overcoming it. She remembers reciting the code for days on end until she collapsed from exhaustion, and then waking to do it again. 
The man was never pleased, no matter how loud she screamed or how hard she hit, when they trained he would ask for more until she could give him nothing. When she was disarmed he would singe her hand, when she lost her footing he would make her hold a wide stance for hours until her legs felt as dust. Her choices were to learn or be cut down, and so she learned. 
By the time she turned eighteen Willo was able to hold her own against her master, and that year he pushed her past any limit she still possessed. Her losses would result in beatings more severe than she had ever received, but her victories rewarded her with strength, and passion. 
When she turned nineteen, she truly bested her master. Their duel had taken a ferocious turn, as they tended to do, and at last Willo managed to disarm him. Quite literally she removed his arm, and then she removed his head. 
It had been easy, in fact it had been easier than she’d anticipated. When he fell to his knees and looked up at her, she saw the weakness he berated her over for years and years. It had starved in her and sought refuge within him, and so she saw the chance to rid herself of it forever. 
There would be no weakness in the Sith. What had fallen was unworthy of the code it had been based upon, and so she would not reform but form anew an order to live up to it. 
Willo set out with this cause in mind, the weak who still paraded around in the Sith name would be culled. Only the strong, the truly strong would remain, and the galaxy would finally come to heel beneath the natural order. 
Presently she is masquerading as a Dark Jedi, aiding in the assault on Coruscant. Though she has little interest in the outcome of the attack, it does provide a means of scouting for potential recruits to the new cult. As well, it never hurts to weed out a few weaklings and blasphemers along the way.

[u]Equipment:[/u] One single-bladed lightsaber, red. The handle is plain and black, with no markings or other colorations upon it. She carries nothing else with her apart from her 

Other: Willo is an exceptionally skilled duelist, and prefers to handle opponents one on one.[/hider]