Revan is female

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It was hard to tell from just their hair and really, but as you peer in and get a better look at their face, you can see that the mysterious force user standing before you is a woman. A tiny hint of a smile crosses your face, as, at the very least, you're glad the Jedi didn't send some obnoxious, headstrong man to tell you what to do.

"Who are you?" she asks suddenly, lowering her blade to the side and tilting her head ever so slightly. She looks curious, strangely captivated and almost fascinated by the sight of you. Your momentary calm is washed away by sweeping rage, as her vacant expression and strangely innocent mannerisms are so very out of place for a mercenary, and also rather uncommon within the Jedi order as a whole.

"I am Juhani, and this is my grove," you grimace, still clutching your side in pain. "This is the place of my dark power. This is the place you have invaded. When I embraced the dark side, this is where I sought my solace. It is MINE!"

"You embraced the dark side?" she says quietly, unperturbed by your angry tone, but also lifting her eyebrows in surprise. "Why?"

You stare at her almost incredulously, before narrowing your eyes in annoyance. She didn't say it as a judgement, nor was it in the sneering, snobby tone that some of the older Jedi often adopt, but the question still infuriates you.

"When I slew my master, Quatra, I knew I could never go back," you answer angrily. "And now I revel in my dark power. Power enough to crush the life from someone such as you... or so I had thought..." She doesn't say anything; she's still looking at you rather plainly, without a hint of judgement or disapproval; silently contemplating how to respond.

"You slew Quatra, your master?" she asks finally.

"Yes, I struck her down in the middle of training, consumed by my anger, embracing the power of hate!" you snap. "But... it was not enough..." You lower your gaze, silently cursing yourself for your failure. Your anger isn't focused enough anymore, not with her here. You sigh, shaking your head in dismay; you can't make sense of her at all. She's just so confounding, so mysterious, so... enthralling?

"What is it you want? Why do you bother me?"

"I just want to talk," she says calmly, putting her hands up in a display of peace.

"Talk?!" you sputter, now in utter disbelief. "You, who have beaten me so easily, just want to talk? I do not believe it. Kill me now, while you still have the power." She frowns slightly, seemingly puzzled by your reaction. A little twinge of sadness crosses her face, as if simply learning of your suffering makes her sad too.

"I have no desire to kill you, Juhani," she answers worriedly, looking almost scared at the mere thought of you dying.

"You... you do not?"

You are:
Juhani

Game:
Knights of the Old Republic