Hrm...Well I will give this a shot then.
Name: Jeric Ne' Solnic
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Bio: Born on the distant planet Nar Shaddaa, Jeric spent his first few years as a friendless orphan, alone and bitter, instead of taking to stealing and killing like so many others around him, Jeric played off other peoples emotion and manipulated them into giving to him sustenance and shelter, protection and control. He was quick in learning how to wield the few weapons his young body could handle, namely a blaster and small blades such as knifes, daggers and swords. Learning to defend himself was essential as his manipulations were always found out at some point, staying ahead of the senseless killing was his only route of survival, often manipulating others into fighting those he had previously used, killing off his pursuers and building the lies atop more lies.
At the age of eleven he seemed to have run out of people to lie to, people to manipulate and control. His only route was to stow away on a ship and hope to remain undiscovered. It took a day of long frustrating hours of waiting before the ship began to rumble and take off. Leaving the shelter of the cargo bay where he had hid, Jerik looked for sustenance but instead found a dark menacing woman towering over him in one of the corridors.
The initial discovery was a painful one, being lifted up and slammed down the corridor to smash against the wall nearly hard enough to kill him as if the very air had decided to punch him, smash him to a bloody stain on the wall. And then the woman was there. She easily picked away at his mind, easily read him. And then easily punished him in her rooms, turning him into her personal slave before kicking him in the back of the head once the ship had landed. He tumbled out of the ship, and onto the hot surface of the world of Koriban, two sith soldiers already waiting to pick him up and drag him within the academy as the ship left.
The next thing Jerik knew was that he was being trained to become a Sith, a simply training saber thrown to his feet, simple underpowered weapon that would numb any area hit, giving a painful, but realist effect without crippling or killing. The first days were harsh, the weeks brutal, the months grueling.
The age of thirteen brought him an unexpected visit from the woman whose ship he had stowed away on, an unexpected refresher on who be belonged to. She left shortly after, not a word said. He understood the message. No matter what happened he would finish his training and return to her or he would die, either by his hand or hers.
Gear: Simple black initiate clothing, one training saber, two curved knifes, a straight dagger and a simple short sword.
Limits: Most of the extreme stuff, just about anything goes so long as it is kept 'light' Harm/ wounding is fine. No forced m/m please.
