In the years since she first encountered the Brotherhood and the Jedi, Vez has begrudgingly come to accept two things: the visions and premonitions that have haunted her since childhood spring from the Force, and no amount of spice or running will put an end to it. With great reluctance and after several false starts, she has embarked on the Jedi path. Although she has a prodigious talent for Force-aided perception, Vez struggles with most traditional Force powers and, most of all, with the discipline required by her training. She often finds herself embracing her nascent powers without actually being able to control them.

Traditional Praxeum life struggles to hold her interests, she no longer has to work to support an expensive spice habit, and nobody impressive is trying to kill her this week. This has left Vez with plenty of time and energy to spend developing her Force abilities the only way she knows how: with reckless disregard for authority and common sense. Vez has taken to chasing after weird and obscure artifacts and Force cults, the more mysterious or forbidden, the better. Although this is keeping her at least nominally focused on her training, there’s often a reason that knowledge was lost and Vez often lacks the fundamental training to handle the situations she’s seeking out.

There’s a reason Vez shied away from the Praxeum for several years despite mounting evidence that she needed some sort of Force training. Her mannerisms, worldview, and cynicism, forged by growing up where life was cheap and crime was the only way forward, put her at odds with the Jedi. She makes her more othrodox teachers and peers uncomfortable and the feeling is mutual. Vez is self-consciously an outsider and she’s defensive of her attitude and way of doing things. More deeply, she’s terrified of driving off the first community she’s been accepted in and desperate to impress Odan-Urr with some grand gesture or another.

Six months in a prison cell wasn’t enough to reform Vez, but it did at least dry her out and arrest her severe downward spiral of spice abuse. For the first time since her early teens, Vez can get through the day with nothing more strongly psychoactive than a decent cup of caf. Unfortunately, this is an unearned victory: the lack of supply got her clean, not a willingness or change or recognition of her problems. She can’t avoid temptation forever and may not be able to handle situations where she has ready access to spice. And if she doesn’t learn better coping mechanisms, she may not have to wait for temptation to find her.

Vez lives a heartbeat away from danger, specifically somebody else’s heartbeat. It’s not that she’s a coward—if anything, she has a reckless disregard for safety—so much as Vez understands the limits of her skillset. She’s not a terribly effective fighter in melee or at range, instead relying on companions or her droids to handle the direct application of violence while she supports from the sidelines. Her skills with Slicing, Perception, and Investigation make Vez quite the force multiplier. Unfortunately, they don’t do much for her if she doesn’t have some big lug to take cover behind.

Vez has a deep-seated admiration for clever hacks, overpowered ordinance, and any solution to a problem that involves unexpected and gratuitous overkill. Not only does she tend to neglect simple and obvious tactics, but her sense of aesthetics leads her to stop and smell the chaos when she should be running. Setting a trap is no fun if you’re not around to watch it go off, but this leaves Vez unnecessarily exposed. Worse still, if her enemies pull off something suitably impressive, Vez’s admiration and curiosity may override her sense of self-preservation.