As a child my parents sold me to a slaver who bought me to the inner rim planet Eshan at 6 years old. Eshan is a planet that is know for the Echani race, and their respected martial arts style the Echani fighting style. This culture values honor in melee combat. I was groomed by my slaver, an Eshani business man by the name of Rakar. Rakar brutally trained me and tortured me to become his prodigy fighter to make money in the underground fighting pits. Over the next 11 years I excelled and made my master a lot of money. I eventually made a name for myself and garnered a huge following, and was set to participate in a big upcoming tournament. My first match I was faced against the prior years reigning champion. The previous champion was an Echani noble, Salysk, who had the best fighting trainers and tutors. The fight was close, blow for blow, however Salysk gained the upper hand and I began to lose. Knowing the consequences of losing and the torture I would endure from Rakar, I faltered and Salysk got a critical blow on me. I went out cold and woke up to Rakar screaming at me. Rakar came back and chained me up and was screaming at me, how I cost him 3,000 credits for the entry fee. His anger turned to violence, and after taking a serious beating, I got angry at him, and the force manifested in a heated gamer moment. My chains shattered, and I force threw Rakar head first into the wall, knocking him unconscious. I knew I was not long for the planet, so I stole Rakars ship and flew to a trade hub planet. I was followed by some bounty hunters and I managed to land the ship but had to abandon it to escape the bounty hunters. For the following 3 years I spent my time as a hired body guard/ mercenary to various merchants and smugglers. Due to not needing a weapon, I am highly valued for the protection I bring into meetings and gatherings where weapons are not allowed. During this time there has been numerous attempts by bounty hunters to capture me, but I always managed to evade or defend myself.

I am largely unemotional, and maintain a strong control of my body, mind and spirit. Showing emotion is a weakness in and out of combat that my opponents can take advantage of. I never felt like I was even close to tapping into my potential, and I felt confined by the limits of arena fighting. I spent the last 2 years trying to tap into my force abilities training in my off time in underground fighting rings, but I have struggled to tease my force abilities out while in my emotionless state. My main motivation is to push the boundaries of my abilities to new levels.

Due to the torture, manipulation and slavery I was subjugated to growing up, I have never known love, and all I have ever known is combat. And the one thing that brought value to my life was to find success in combat, as that is the only time Rakar would show affection to me. I have a rigid view of morality, and recognize that the powerful take from the weak. Thus it is my best interest to be the most powerful in whatever room I am in. I have little empathy for others, as all I have ever known is misery, and I believe that it is the natural state of life. I will not choose to help others unless if I have something to gain.

I have the conviction emotional strength and the obstinacy weakness. I make quick decisions and see them through without hesitating. Believing in personal action and the abilities to achieve ones goals, this character never gives up on a task. Once I become determined about something, no one can dissuade or reason with them. I believe that to change my mind or cause is to show weakness, even if a situation has altered or become hopeless.

To the Echani, battle is the purest form of expression. You never know someone truly until you have sparred with them. Hand to hand combat was so deeply entrenched in their society that the Echani were said to be able to anticipate their opponent’s move before they happened.

Lord Jean Astoris believed that none outside the Echani could match their abilities. So it was a great surprise to see such skill from a brawling slave at an outer rim market. He purchased the young Mikkian immediately sensing in her great potential—both for battle and for profit. He honed her raw talent into deadly skill, training her in the Echani martial arts.

In the fighting pits of Bengali, the young gladiator known as Antipathy made her master a rich man.

But her gifts were growing with every match, and she could feel something building inside her. Power combined with hatred is a dangerous thing, and one night the slave, now a young woman, snapped. She lashed out against her master, sending him flying across the room without laying a finger on him. As he lay in a daze, she ran.

Finding the doors strangely and luckily unbarred, she fled his estate and escaped Bengali forever. But Lord Astoris, humiliated and stripped of his prize fighter, would not let her escape without a fight. Every day the bounty on Antipathy grows higher, and more and more hunters take up the call to find her and bring her “home”.