Jado's earliest memories where of the Jedi temple, of training as a youngling under grand master Yoda. Though when he first begun his training, the galaxy was at peace but that was quickly changing as dark forces began to rise. Though he never saw combat, he trained with the tales of heroic jedi generals. Aspiring to assist the war one day and help bring peace to the galaxy.

When he reached the age of 10, his heart and bravery managed to catch the attention of Jedi master Plo Koon. Who took him under his wing as a padawan and began to train him. Teaching him Soresu first, believing that Jado should learn to defend himself before anything else.

Jado never left the temple, Plo Koon's training was safety before all else and he felt the young Jado was not yet fit to see the ugly side of war. Often leaving him at the temple instead of taking him on missions he felt where to dangerous.

At the age of 12, Jado saw his first taste of the war with his own eyes. As the skys above coruscant where ablaze in a surprise attack on the republic. Time felt to pass slowly as it was impossible to know how well the battle was going. However, it was victory for the republic, and with this move everyone could feel that the war was coming to a close.

Though Jado was disappointed he could not be involved in any great conflicts. He was happy that the galaxy could at least return to a peace that would surely last. He continued his training as the last of republic opposition was hunted down.

Weeks had passed yet something was off, a feeling many Jedi had when they had awoken at the temple. A strange and uneasy air, as night began to fall. The boots of clonetroopers began to march up to the temple. The sound of blaster fire and the screaming could be heard only moments after. Jado was confused, as where so many other Jedi, and as friends died slowly and painfully, they could hear the force screaming out at them. Drowning their senses, Masters fell by their students, old and even young, the force weeped defeaning cries.

Jado used all he was taught to try and protect the others, deflect blaster bolt after blaster bolt. He heard a scream behind him which grabbed his attention, but then he felt a danger approaching quickly. He swing his light saber back to deflect it, only for it to cut into the thermal detonator. Engulfing half of his face in fire and knocking him to the floor.

Limp and lifeless, Jado's vision was filled with death and anguish, screams all around him, clawing at his mind moment by moment. He looked dead to onlookers, no one could have expected he survived. He woke up later after the temple had been cleared, cold and alone. Master Yoda and Obi-Wan had killed all remaining clones, yet everywhere he saw death and destruction. After getting treated for his injury, he took a ship from coruscent. Only a child with the force at his side, all of his training had taught him to stay strong against emotions. To not let them control your mind, yet sitting among the boxes on a transport ship, all Jado could feel was fear. Jado curled into a ball to keep himself warm as tears began to flow down the young boys scarred face.

Bravery, Love, Enthusiasm
Anger, Lust, Greed