Zil’s earliest memories are of being in captivity, a slave to a corporate CEO on Corellia. He was brutally raised to use his races natural charms to further the CEO’s goals for his company. Zil was never made aware of the business or even provided a name for his owner, was only allowed to refer to him as Master.
In the early days he was tested often by being given tasks when amongst other children, if he succeeded in them, like convincing one to give his favorite toy to Zil, he was rewarded with time in the library. When he failed, he was beaten and usually whipped on his back. His master had a very extensive library and Zil’s favorite topics were on the strange force uses once known as Jedi. There wasn’t much in the extensive library, but the few tomes he did find he read over and over again.
When he was alone in his cell he would often dream of himself as one of these mythical heroes. He would spend hours meditating in his small cell trying to find some semblance of hope to keep him going. There were times when he would dream and those dreams would seem so real, of a time in his future where he was free and amongst friends working together for a common purpose. Those visions were so powerful at times it helped see him through his dark times without sliding into darkness himself.
Due to this he began resisting those actions his master wanted him to do that went against what he knew to be good and right. When he was 17 he had been asked to seduce a rival companies daughter to bring her back and be used a leverage against the company. He refused outright and was caught warning the girl in question. His master had his bodyguard whip Zil to the point of unconsciousness. He was awoken in his cell from a giant explosion that rocked the building which caused the door to his cell to pop open. He fled the smokey facility and passed out again from his wounds outside near a dumpster.
It was unknown to Zil how much time had passed, but his master’s bodyguard was standing over him, slapping him to wake him up. He was accusing Zil of causing all of this and reached for a vibroblade when another explosion rocked the building and caused some debris to sever the bodyguards head. Zil noticed the bodyguard was roughly of the same build, and since Zil was mostly naked he removed the heavy clothing, grabbed the vibroblade, and took off.
He slept in alley that night and in the morning was awoken to a strange sound. He spotted a small hovering ball Droid. Greatly intrigued by the message, Zil takes the credits and starts off for the coordinates that are provided.

Cause: Freedom

Morality: 71
Strength: Compassion
Weakness: Hatred

Sex: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5'5"
Build: Lithe
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Dark Green skin, with whip scars on his back