The air was ripe with the smell of regret. Thick clouds of smoke pillowed out a window in a rundown looking building. The stench of burning spice drifted wherever the wind could carry it. It was far better than the stench of anything else down here in the pits of Nar Shaddaa. Bathing wasn't exactly a necessity, nor was any other sign of personal hygiene. Down here in the drug pits, there wasn't exactly a need for such trivial things. And anyone who had the credits to spend on them anyways typically used the coin for other more leisurely activities. One such person, was Jez Winters. Oh how far she'd fallen.
After the death of her master she was kidnapped by a mercenary who sold her for profit. But not before hooking the poor girl onto the ever addictive drug commonly known as spice. By the time the buyer realized his 'product' was hooked on the substance it was already too late. Jez was useless to him. Naturally, he tried to kill her off. And Jez almost let it happen. But the Force had other plans for her and one thing led to another and now here she was ruining what was left of her live in a drug pit. She'd finally gotten the life she wanted for herself: partying, drugs, sex. And look where it landed her. The Knight of Ren once known as Xetno was buried so deep not a soul would recognize her.
The girl who was once a striking beauty was now closer resembled to a delinquent low-life. She'd shaved half her head, dyed the other part blood red, then got matching tattoos of the same color all over her body. This included her face as she couldn't stand to look at the person she had once been. Further deforming herself she also got a few piercings to be sure that Xetno would be no more. This was Jez's way of forgetting about her long lost master and the horror of her captivity. The weakness she displayed. The feelings of helplessness and grief. Jez was done with that. And where her mind could block out the memories no more, the spice was there to close off the rest.
It was in the early early hours or the morning, or late night in this case as Jez had stayed up all night drinking. She wandered into a common den of hers and found an empty space in the back. She closed the curtain so others would leave her alone (the only doors were the front entrance and a back way for quick escapes). She then plopped herself on the dusty and possibly pest-infected couch and injected herself with tonight's score. The world faded away from her and everything became a whirl of color and blurs.