Name: Zaneth Loresai
Rank: N/A
Master(s): N/A
Mentor: N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
From: Spacer
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: N/A
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Family: Unknown
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Weapons: A rusty old blaster pistol
Ship: N/A

Age: 19 years old
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Force Sensitive

Description: Zaneth Loresai is about 5'11" tall, and a weighs around 165 pounds. His physique is quite impressive, but his appearance is unkempt. It is obvious that he has close to no worldly possessions; however he does not hold this in contempt, as he has known nothing else his entire life. His deep green eyes show the pains of his past, as they have more wrinkles than what should be found on a young man his age. He is a man of few words, and usually tries to keep to himself when it's not necessary to interact with the rest of society. His heart is conflicted, as he knows very little of himself; whenever his desire to do what many would determine as good drives him to help an unfortunate, a silent rage fuels his hatred and desire to destroy those who prey on the weak.

History: He has been told that when he was 3 months old his birth place was raided by pirates, killing most everyone in the community before being driven back by the local militia. He was found, a half dead baby by one of the pirates, whom by some stroke of luck took pity on him and raised him as his own. He was raised on space piracy, working as practically a slave for the crew from the moment he was old enough to clean. Proving himself through hard work and determination to show he was better than scrubbing floors, they soon taught him to fight hand to hand, pick locks, and to use a blaster. It was a life he hated, but he loved being amidst the stars. At least the space outside the old, ragged ship felt like home.

Throughout the years he began participating in raids, and did many things he tries every night to forget. The screams, the pleas for mercy, the ache in his chest with every innocent life he took, every valuable he stole. However in order to survive, he held it in. If they were to abandon him he would've had to live as a petty pickpocket, and he had come too far to just become nothing.

Once night during a raid the captain, who was impressed by his recent endeavors, called him over to test his loyalty. He found himself standing over a woman and her baby. "She's yours to do what you want with her, however she must not leave this spot alive." Finally something inside him snapped, and he looked his captain in the eye. "No," he said firmly. The captain didn't like that word, or being looked at in the eye by someone as low as Zaneth. "Then all the other boys can have her, and you'll not leave this settlement here tonight alive either unless you do as I say!" the Captain said, drawing his blaster and putting it to Zaneths head. After that all he remembers is the sound of the blood pumping in his ears and a feint mangled cry. When he came to a half a minute later the captain laid before him in a pool of blood, his head had been twisted 180 degrees and all his various limbs were at odd angles. All the crew men were staring at him terrified, muttering things like "He's a demon," and "He killed him without even touching him.."

At that moment he knew that he could no longer stay with that crew, so he turned around a left them there…to wander the galaxy in search of an answer of who he his, and what he is to become…