A mask is a useful thing. It conceals what one does not wish others to see. But what does one see when they look in the mirror? Their likeness, or the mask's? Such is the dichotomy of Reeka's expression and sense of self. She has lived her entire known life within the slowly gnawing shadows of Nar Shaddaa's underworld but cannot help but feel the pull of her childish desires. Her outward appearance when around her father and others she trusts is bubbly and sweet, but when exposed to the shadows again she quickly reverts to a cold and broken existence. When engaging enemies and aware her skills of subterfuge have failed her, Reeka will purposefully remove the facade of her endearing traits and will embrace the darkness again.

The face of a small girl smiling as she presses a cold blade into one's flesh is a sight most would find macabre at best and downright terrifying when the lack of empathy flashes in her eyes as she does the job. Reeka had never known life outside of the shadowy world of Nar Shaddaa until she was adopted, and her developed habits do not die easy. In her short time of being alive she has made a name for herself among certain underworld cells as an effective thief and cutthroat, whether she meant to or not. Though she has found a stable home with Kul'tak, her legacy (small though it may be) has already made its mark and there are many who would try to take her skills and bend them to their own uses. Knowing this, the girl must continuously bear the weight of looking over her shoulder.

Deep within her, Reeka is grateful to Kul'tak for taking her into his home. In order to show her appreciation, she feels the best way to please him is to mimic his lifestyle in ways. She copies the smallest details such as how he takes off his boots to even wearing her small knives in the same way he crosses his Ryyk blades across the back of his waist. This infatuation extends to basic personality traits, as well, and she will sometimes mimic his gruff demeanor in conversation, though her own appearance does not exactly lend well to the delivery and gives it a comical twist. Her desire to make him aware of her appreciation can have an adverse effect on missions, however, when she will try to do what she thinks Kul would want instead of what is best for her abilities.

Like any small and excitable child, Reeka often has excesses of energy that she can barely contain and will "bounce off the walls," so to speak. This state will most likely activate when she meets people she has not before, finding creatures, or when she is forced to remain confined within a space for an extended period. The state is not an increase in strength or ability, but rather an incessant need to satisfy her childlike fascination and curiosity and to cure a sense of boredom. Her life among the streets of Nar Shaddaa and her training from her father are replaced during this burst and her behaviors will follow that of a normal human girl. While this can be construed as an adorable act, her increase in intensity will sometimes quickly wear on those around her. Especially those of the adult age.

Even though military technology has come so far in the forms of blasters that can sear flesh and lasers that can blow up entire planets, Reeka finds the touch of cold durasteel more reassuring and dependable. Her favorite weapons of choice are the two daggersnamed Kiss and Hug she keeps located on her person at all times, usually strapped to the back of her waist. She has carried these blades ever since her first kill on Nar Shaddaa and will not replace them even though her father has offered to buy her new ones. The years of wear and tear are visible even though she tries to take good care of them. Were she to ever lose one of these precious blades, she would be devastated to the point of mania and be unable to control her desire to recover it until forced to.

Passed down to her from her father K'thri has been taught to Reeka as not just a martial form, but also as a cultural expression of the Zabrak. The specific styles of the horned race differ slightly from human norms, though, so Reeka has had to adapt the fighting style specifically to her needs. Using her smaller form she is able to gracefully segue from technique to technique by focusing more on the dancing nuances of the art. This leads to her combat appearing more like a performance than an actual battle. While this allows her to flow through the movements easily, it detracts from her ability to utilize the art for delivering blows as often as she focuses on finishing the steps over landing a well timed attack.