Iridonia, a little less than twenty years ago. A proud family just gave birth to a well developed son- a future warrior, fated for great. Vohr Yondu was born. The next years his life was not much different from his fellow peers- except that even at that age, he seemed to sense more than the other childs. The older he got, the stronger this trait became. When he was searching for animals to play with, he was often the one who found even those animals who were perfectly hidden- and impossible to see. This kind of luck also drew attention of other forces in the sector. It was not long ago that a full troop of Sith Troopers- and a single Sithlord, calling himself Vindictus. The Sith Lord recognized the supernatural abilities that the boy had shown as the force- and the fate of Vohr seemed sealed. The Sith Lord took the boy with him. Brought him to Korriban, to let him study the dark arts of the sith at the academy. Vohr hated it there from the beginning. He never felt like one of them- and only the fact, that he was stronger than most of his classmates (and even stronger than a great amount of studets from the higher classes) saved him from getting killed the first months. The academy was like hell for the Zabrak- and he tried more than once to flee, every time followed by draconic punishments. But he did not give up. And finally, he managed to escape.

A hard time began- hiding from the sith, surviving in the cold, dry wilderness of Korriban and trying to understand the force that flew through him- since he picked up in the academy that his mind was able to manipulate the force. He trained, day by day, always ready to face his own death. Day by day, he got better- but his progress never seemend enough. He was not able to cope with one of the tutors of the academy, and would propably never be- so he kept hidden. Tried to use his "gift" to sense their presence. He expected every day to be found. But it was not death that found him- but salvation. Daed Sconact, Jedi-Master, and a few assorted troopers of the Republic hat come to the Sith-infested planet to get more information about the plans for the students of the Sith Academy. They were in dire need for someone who was ready to tell them something about the inner structures of the facility- and Vohr was ready to tell them everything he knew, if they just would take him with them. They did- and Master Sconact discovered the potential in the young boy. Despite the qualms of the other jedi, he took him as a padawan shortly after- and became more and more like a father to the boy- a caregiver the freshly made padawan had searched for so long.

The boy followed his masters, fascinated by the codex of humanity the jedi followed. By the brotherhood he felt with his fellow padawan, when he met them- a feeling of common bond he had not felt in a long time. He was happy with his new life- and in this environement, his skills developed pretty well. His Master, as a Miraluka skilled in seeing the world through the force, teached him to use his sense power in a more focused, diciplined way- and grinded the brute force of the iridonian into an elegant way of fighting. He startet teaching him the ways of the lightsabercombat. But the two had not much time for theoretical lessons. As soon as he was able to reasonably defend himself, Master Sconact returned to the battlefield- and took his apprentice with him. In war, Vohr found out that he had a lot more talents in warfare than in theoretical knowledge- he seemed born for a battlefield, was a talented fighter from the beginning on- and that caused commotion in the rank of the jedi. More than one Master looked at his enjoyment of war with unease- feared, the boy would fall to anger or hate, would become a diciple of the dark, emotional side of the force. Master Sconact however trusted the boy. And after a few years, he found the boy good enough to be promoted to a true jedi knight. The order refused. They found the boy lacking discipline and serenity- so they refused the Knighthood.

A short time, the young jedi was more than distressed about the refusal of the order- deemed it unfair to deny him the knight honors. But once again, Master Sconact managed to calm the feelings of the young aprentice of the force. He soothed the crack in the ego of his scholar, gave him new things to focus on- and there was a huge origin for all the distraction he needed. The young zabrak followed his Master into the war- Master Sconact was a magesterial fighter with the light sabre, having both mastered Shii-Cho and Soresu. Seeing him turn a seemingly hopeless battle was always a source of great pride for "his" father- and by now, his teacher was more of a father for him than his carnal father had ever been. They followed the war through the galaxy... and one calamitous day, the arrived at Alderaan. They were here for nothing more than a short visit to the shipwright when the invasion began. As soon as they had understood what was happening, they joined the republic defenders- at first very successful. But then, an unforeseen enemy joined the ranks of the enemy. A tall figure in dark robes, the face masked by cold, emotionless steel- a servant of the dark empire, a disciple of the dark side. Outright, Master Sconact engaged the Sith, while the Republican Forces kept the Imperials who had attended the Sith Lord busy. In the first few Minutes, it looked well for the Republicans- they seemed to be more than en par with the soldiers of the Imperium, and the Jedi Master a worthy opponent for the Sith Lord. But then, the tide turned. With a buzzing sound, the second blade of the Siths Sword activated- and only a moment to late, both Jedi and his Padawan understood that the Sith had only played with them until now. It was to late. With a perfectly executed strike, the masked stranger cut his Master in half. Everything in him screamed for revenge. He wanted to see the Sith dead- but strong arms held him back. Forced him into the retreat- while the Sith Lord did not even seem to notice him. This battle was lost- as lost as Vohrs hope.

He retreated from war. Spent his time in cantinas and dirty shebeens, had relationships with a few women in a way the codex would have taken as a perfect example how it was done. Emotionless. Without passion. The freshly knighted Yondu (the Order had provided him the honors in absence, hoping he would continue the work of his master) drank too much, slept too little, thought too often about his deceased Master. His lost father figure. And he would have drunken himself to death- if not a message from a strange adressor had reached him. Someone had found other survivors of the assault on Alderaan- and searched for members. Members of a Special Team that would perhaps prevent such occurences as his defeat. Yondu searched his sword- and sobered up, to report for duty again.

Connection: No one
After he has lost Master Sconact, he has no one left to care about.

Vohr Yondu is a large, brawny male jedi in his late teens. Impressive in physique, and with a steely glare in his eyes, one could call him intimidating. His face is covered with the traditional tattos, received after his rites of passage- a clear hint to his iridonian descent. Under the traditional robes of the jedi he wears a light, but sturdy armor- a holdover of his time in war with his master. Scars and at least one baddish healed fracture bear witness for a live in war and battle. In his turquoise eyes is not much left of the clarity he felt since he met master Sconact- they only reflect the resignation he feels since his loss.