Born a slave to a dancer on Hutta and fathered by a Sith Warrior. My mother was killed during a gang uprising and my father ashamed for mating with a dance sold me into slavery to hide it. As it turns out I am not the dancer my mother was and was sold to a bounty hunter starship as a muck shovel. I could not bear that to long and soon turned on my owners. I killed every last one of them. Unable to fly the ship I floated in space until an imperial cruiser picked me up. When they inquired about the crew I explained how I happily disposed of them. They saw potential and brought me to the academy. Once in the academy I realized I could use mercy instead of violence to control not only my emotions but others as well. They see a skewed vision of good deeds and this allows me to manipulate those who I can gain power from. Once they are no longer necessary, they are cut out of the equation. As such my first master learned this the hard way. And my poor unsuspected master will learn soon enough. The master is really the one who pulls the stringsā¦