Zeak Seleon

[Aussie Legend]

Shadows are my security.

As long as I can remember this hatred within me has built... built to an explosive rage that I cast wildly upon my enemies, leaving none alive, taking no prisoners. Born to the bountiful wealth of a high social family, childhood was simple, I was given whatever I wish without a word in disagreement. My mother, she was beautiful, the only memory remaining about her is the long, blonde hair that hung gently on his shoulders.

My father, a wealthy senator, always seemed disappointed with my accomplishments. In his eyes, those who weild the force on a high level should be destroyed, unholy powers that only Gods should posses. For the first ten years of my life, he bound me by that rule in fear of what I could become... what I was destined to become. At the age of eleven my power began to show itself, simple things at random such as telekinesis, bursts of energy from my fingertips and above all, the ability to manipulate ones thoughts. My mother in the kindness of her heart wished to help my control of the force blossom into so much more, but my father had a different view on the situation.

He attempted to strike fear into my mind, telling me not to use or extend my knowledge of the force or it would result in my demise. Of course, his words withered away in my mind over time, the fear of what the old man would do to me was gone, I couldn't defend myself yet, but I had no doubt I would learn.

Every afternoon I would creep into the shadows in the large courtyard, finding solace in my potential. It was my dream to pursue training at the Jedi Academy on Ossus, but I was already past the intended age of admission. Upon my fourteenth year living among the countless individuals in the Galaxy, my father found me in the courtyard and clasped his hands around my neck, throwing me aside into a tree. In a quick motion, I struck out a arm and sent a shockwave of energy toward the old man, sending his sprawling backwards onto the pathway. In a blinding rage, I clasped my arm around his throat and tightened the grip until the old man ceased squirming and lay dead in the centre of the path. It was then I realized who I was... who I was destined to be... a child of darkness, finding solace in shadows and misery.

A Dark Jedi.​