Jhaffon'el

Early years
Light….what was light...what was love. Thoughts that plagued a young purebloods mind for the first five years of his life. Born to a mother kidnapped from her home by the lowest scum of the universe, the hutts, and kept in the dark of their planets tunnels. Born into slavery and darkness, all he ever knew was pain. Ripped from his mothers arms as a babe, unknown to him as she was killed before he was tossed to the rabble that barely kept him alive until his eyes opened, only to see the darkness that blocked out all light. Fear, pain, and imminent death were his constant companions for years, used as a tool for the amusement of others as he was constantly dragged into rooms, flooded with stinging light, and pain seared his flesh in so many ways. It took years, but the fear finally began to flee from the purebloods bones, pain was the only companion as he entered into the fleeting light to feel the pain that was his only way of feeling alive, those who wished the pain upon him found him poor sport. That was when they dragged him into the brightest light he had ever seen. The dirt floor that smelt of blood and death as his eyes adjusted to the new feeling, stabbing needles that caused his eyes to blotch and wetten, as he finally heard something new in his young life. The presence of a predator, the growling and the fear refreshed itself in the boy anew. Somehow the boy survived the first assault in what he learned was the arena. The place they took the slaves to make sure they were truly broken, and it was after that the dark seemed a better home than the burning light. Many fights, and many injuries the young pureblood felt a change in him, though he could not understand at the time what it was, the fear abated itself once again, and the silent pureblood turned into the one thing they feared, but also enjoyed in the arena. A beast that lurks in the dark.

Teens
The beast that lurked in the dark home of the tunnels continued to fight in the arena, learning to fight with crude weapons, such as spears and simple sticks. Along with his most reliable weapon, even when the hutts sabotaged his chosen tool. His claws began to grow long and sharp as they raked across the bones of the so called predators they pitted him against. His own growls and roars almost a beast in their own rights as he asserted that this was his hunting grounds and no others. The more they pitted him against, the stronger he became, and the angrier as well. Soon groups of predators were introduced and the torture stopped, the rich slime that had come to enjoy the torture, afraid of the beast they created in the dark of their home. The tunnels were home to all the slaves of the planet, the only beings safe from the beast as it stalked its home, for they never raised a hand to cause it pain. They were worthless prey. It was as the years passed and the hutts watched the young pureblood grow ever more into an uncontrollable force, a true monster in the sense of the words that they began to plan a way to end his reign, and his life, once and for all. Their plan was simple, put the boy against the one thing he was sure to lose against, the undefeatable rankor.

However this was their mistake, for as the boy entered the arena, he still felt no fear, and his thirst had only ever expanded. Even now he saw the beast as only prey to his very existence. The battle was long and gruesome, claws raked the flesh of both sides as both sought to tear each other to shreds. Though strong, the young pureblood just could not last against the insane stamina of the mighty rankor and soon was caught in the beasts claws, face torn by a raking slash across his eye. Pain was all the young man could feel, flesh torn and black blood staining the sand below him as the rankor slowly toyed with its prey. The pureblood slowly felt something new crawl into his being, along with the pain of slowly dying a new emotion one he did not feel he could control began to work its way into his being, almost as if whispers in his mind he felt his strength swell, and managed to break away from the beast. As if on instinct, he pulled in all the pain, the fear, and this new emotion he had no name for and sent it back at the rancor, causing a bolt of lightning to erupt from his fist searing through the rancors chest and destroying its heart with a mighty crack of thunder. Without the sustaining power of the new emotion, he passed out on his feet, being drug back to the tunnels by the slaves, who hid him in his home of darkness. It was a long while, but the pureblood managed to recover, the new power whispering in his mind aiding him along the way as it told him of power to be taken, if only he would take it. Soon enough, the pureblood tired of the hutts and those who lived in the bright light, left his home of darkness, and in the lesser darkness of the night made his way through the unfamiliar halls following the voice that beckoned to him as he made his way to his end goal.

The goal was a trophy room of sorts, full of valuable antiquities and items taken from enemies of the hutts on prominent display. Though only one took the purebloods interest, an old and worn double bladed lightsaber in the middle of the large room. It beckoned to him, whispered to his mind, it wanted revenge, it wanted to destroy. They took its master from it, and it would take their lives in return. It had been waiting, for so long, for someone to equal its rage, and Jhaffon’el was that person. Now the pureblood had a name for this new emotion that was always bubbling below the surface, rage. As he reached out and took the lightsaber, the pureblood felt the rage grow to entirely new heights and as an animal let off the leash, the blood bath began. Though his style was crude, based off all his battles in the arena, the power the pureblood was unleashing only grew as he took his own vengeance on the filth that had caused him so much pain and anguish over the years. The beast grew and hungered, his rage spilling out in waves across the planet as the slaves, the people who never caused him pain, managed to escape from his ever growing carnage. The planet quaked and cried with the pureblood as he bellowed his indignance to the unknown above as finally the planet cracked and split, the very fire from below rising up to claim the planet again. Cleansing it of the evil that had occurred on its surface, almost as if weeping rivulets of liquid fire as the planet burned. The beast, rage now sated, was pulled onto the last ship by the slaves who now saw him as their hero and into the never ending sky did they leave.

Young Adult
When he woke the slaves told Jhaff of their new freedom, and by extension, his own. The beast currently sated with his carnal rampage asked for simply one thing from the others. To be left somewhere he could survive, to be near no one who would dare try to hurt him or hunt him. With that the slaves, though hesitant, did as asked and released Jhaff on the planet of Yavin four, deep within the wilds of the planet. Here the young pureblood fared just fine for years, living in caves and hunting game without issue as his body grew stronger from the hunts and lack of abuse. Though he still had the lightsaber, he did not use it, the voice now quiet as the planet still burned those many many miles away. He used crude hunting implements, a stone spear, along with his own claws to sustain himself as he drug his kills back to his cave and learned to survive in a new way. It didn’t take long either before the Massasi in the area took notice of the sole pureblood and rumors began circulating of the abandoned youngling that was a sole hunter. Impressed as they were that such a runt of their species could hunt by themselves, they respected his choice to live on his own and not join one of their tribes.

Years passed, the now strong and physically fit young man growing into his seventeenth year an avid hunter and decent survivalist, without the use of the force. It was then that he first saw the group that landed nearby, a small force, that answered to one person with a ring of cold across his brow. He was enthralled by the command this person showed, and yet with an air of kindness to him. Though the language they spoke was not one he understood, he slowly tried creeping closer when the figure whirled around and locked eyes with the pureblood. Without waiting the pureblood took off, unknown to him the furs that he clothed himself with giving more away to the man than he realized. Later that night he returned to their camp, and surprisingly could understand them now. They were speaking in basic, where before the language was one unknown to him, and the man with the metal ring did not turn to see him in the trees. The man spoke of things unknown to the young pureblood, of power that could not be seen, but could be felt by certain people. A power that resonated with both a light and the dark, and the pureblood was enthralled, listening to the man speak for most of the night. After returning to his cave, the pureblood began to try the things the man spoke of, while visiting their camp every night to learn more of the story that had seemingly latched itself onto the young man.

A year came and passed within the blink of an eye, though the most surprising thing in that time was, the pureblood found what the man with the ring said to have been true. He could lift items if he put his mind to it, pull the shadows around himself to blend in even deeper into the dark, and even, remembering his pain, launch searing bolts of lightning towards his prey. He took to carrying the saber on his belt like the man he watched every night did. It was ever so slowly as the powers began to develop in the pureblood that his sense ever so slowly expanded, and he could begin to feel the mass of power the man gave off. It became clear why he was the leader, and at the same time, unlike the leaders that he had killed, the kindness he showed was simply something the pureblood could not understand. It was soon after this however that the man vanished, along with his camp, and the pureblood was left to wonder what he had seen. Had the entire thing been a dream or did it actually happen. The powers he had earned still existed and for the next year he continued to hone them even further.

The year of his eighteenth birthday the young man was once again hunting in the woods when he heard it. The snap of a branch that could not have snapped and he stopped wrapping himself in the shadows. Then his sensitive ears picked up on it, the low kind voice he had learned very well over the previous year was laughing, not in a derisive way, but in an amused way. Then it was calling to him, beckoning him closer, and even though he was hesitant, Jhaff slowly crept towards it, still staying in the shadows until he once again saw the man. The man beckoned him to sit, and began telling the tale of a place anyone could call home. A place without slaves, where one carves out their own destiny and sets their own path, a place called the Imperium. The pureblood sat raptured, he had always felt fine alone, but had always craved more, however the thought of returning to being a slave had always made him reserved to rejoin any society. If what this person said was true, maybe he could indeed find a home, with that thought in his mind. The pureblood took the proffered hand, and his journey into the Imperium began.

Imperium Pre-Split
Jhaff quickly found himself separated from the man who brought him to solaria, put into the academy where he absorbed all he could get his hands on, never having any type of formal education. He learned how to use his powers more effectively, more things he could do with the force, and saber combat. Though he never could shake off his more primal fighting style and suffered for it with constant losses in the academy. However Jhaff learned his lessons well, and stayed in the academy longer than most by choice, graduating with honors at the end of his time, though still not very good with a lightsaber. His master tried to teach him the true ways of the lightsaber, but in the end Jhaff found it easier to learn about the force than how to use the forms that were so unfamiliar to him, leading Jhaff down a path of study and meditation.

He spent what time he was not out helping the Imperium, in a state of study and searching. Though his tools were limited and his instruction he felt lacking, and once he was given the position of lord made his first decision. He joined the Department of Justice, to help stand up for those like him who had been abused, and to make sure it never happened without punishment ever again. He took a liking to the minister, Azu’lae, Wrath of the Emperor, and followed her example of a stern yet fair demeanor when dealing with anything having to do with breaking the law. His attitude changed from the scared and timid boy afraid of being hurt and began to emerge into a confident strong lord that he should have been. Fear was no longer in control of his life when it came to being in society, though still hesitant in certain situations. It was around this time that the first tragedy since his joining struck the Imperium.

Vaguest, Hand of the Emperor, Usurper of the Throne, struck down the Emperor and subjected himself to the rule of the Imperium. The Usurper having taken Jhaff’s role model hostage and forcing everyone to bend the knee, did not ever receive the blessing from Jhaff, instead he hid himself away in the then headquarters of the DOJ and both did his job, and worked behind the scenes trying anything to find information on Azu’s location. Though he had no luck with that, he ended up joining the resistance and fought on the front lines against the Usurper never running and never backing down. In the final battle of the Civil war, Jhaff once again stood on the front lines, fighting both the Usurper, his minions, and the demon that consumed Vaguest. Though on the brink of death, something incredible happened. Jhaff having lost his feeling of rage through the years of peace and hunting on Yavin once again felt it resurface and bubble up. Hundreds of times stronger than before, the force flowed through Jhaff making his body rise up, strengthening him and making him more ferocious than before. The beast had returned, and it was not happy, now powered with the force it fragmented Jhaffs mind, and as the battle turned and ended Jhaff left with help of others to recover what sanity he could. It took time, but Jhaff slowly managed to overcome the literal demons that plagued his mind. Five demons made physical by the power of the force inside of his mind, destroyed by either absorbing them into himself and growing stronger, or with the help of another to destroy them entirely once again putting together his fragile psyche.

After the civil war, Jhaff found himself to be rather ostracized, treated once again like the monster he truly was inside. This was when he made the decision, he went to his friend, Tyrol, previously known to him as the man with the metal circle, and explained his feeling of being left out purposefully almost as if an outcast from the place he called home. Over the next year Jhaff spent extended amounts of time on Higgara, even while training apprentices, expanding his knowledge and growing more powerful to even the tune of his own amusement, but always found himself lacking. Then came one of the blackest days in Imperium history.

The war and split.
A traitor had infiltrated the Imperium, and from within began to sow seeds of dissent and chaos. Even returning to Solaria, the traitor managed to make it off world and left as the good dog he was to report to his master in the Empire. Returning with a fleet and armies, he laid siege to the Imperiums home world causing the evacuation and subsequent destruction of the planet. For months the remnants of the Imperium traveled as a caravan, its people living as drifters on the ships they now called home. Morale began to run low as did supplies when a miracle happened, amidst a mission to stop pirates from attacking their fleet, information was found on a planet long thought lost to the Imperium. Following this information the Imperium found their new home, an ancient lost planet named Amgarrak. When the Imperium arrived there were flags of a civil war of their own being flown, only to have the Imperium banner raised in its place. The prophecy spoke of warriors from the stars, and the Imperium fulfilled that promise. With a strong hand, yet merciful hand they took the planet and made it their own. Their civilization once again began to thrive under their leaders' rule.

However it was in this time of prosperity that the split happened, a member of the council received visions of the force and left the Imperium with the blessing of the Emperor taking a large force of followers with him. Now those who remain have witnessed the return of one thought lost to time and follow with the whims of the force. Among all of this however, Jhaff still stays on the hunt, ever looking for more ways to slip deeper into the darkside, looking for his true power.