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Naomi is tall and lithe, standing with quiet confidence that fills a room even in silence. Her auburn hair, once tousled and childlike, now falls in long, intricate braids laced with copper rings and silk threads—tokens from her journeys to forgotten Jedi enclaves and war-torn systems. Her eyes are a deep amber, inherited from her mother, bright with empathy but sharpened by resolve. Her Jedi robes are elegant but practical: layered earth tones—sienna, cream, and deep forest green—woven from soft yet durable fabrics. Over them she wears a lightweight leather tabard and a dark brown cloak fastened with a carved sunstone, once her father’s. Her lightsaber hangs at her hip—crafted by her own hand, its hilt etched with ancient Tythonian script. The blade glows gold, a rare hue that radiates both strength and serenity.