Jood Bolt was part of a small private sector colony searching for Clone Wars era separatist scraps on Agamar, using an old soldier's notepad as his guidance. He traced an ill-fated squad's steps on the frigid planet, piece by piece, day by day.

The icy rock formation where the designated heavy weapons expert got left behind? Now a small monument for Salvo (because that's what big guns fire, right?). [COMPASSION]

One day on his salvaging rounds, Jood felt in his head suddenly a whole bunch of... people. One half cruelly gunning down the other. [FORCE]

Blood rushed in his head as he watched Stormtroopers confiscating everything they had gathered so far, walking over the remains of scientists and diggers who had apparently "resisted Imperial orders" while an Imperial officer decreed about "forbidden weaponized droid technology" and "distasteful reckless abandon of the Imperial Army's old armaments". The prim, proper and smug officer's face will forever be etched into his mind. [HATRED]

After the Imperial raid and their kind shuttle service (deducted from the colony's parent company, of course) back to civilization, Jood spent his meager colonist's pay to hole up near the local watering hole. Practicing his aim whilst imagining the Imperial officer's face on old bottles and ever so often feeling like everybody nearby was in his head. During a particularly rough episode he, once again, wondered out loud in the streets what this overburdening sensation was, and a hooded, robe-clad figure stopped by him and said "Listen closely, and i will tell.."
[JEDI SHENANIGANS]

Cause - Justice

Months of research taken, lives ended all from the whims of the Empire. No more!

50pts
Compassion - Hatred
Has a habit of building a person out of mere notes.
Hates mindless, desensitized violence (especially the Imperial kind).

A weathered light green Duros man with dusty outdoorsy wear.