Growing up on Kenari, I was playing with friends in the forest when I got seperate from my group and hurt myself. The tribes outcast, Montam Typho, who I'd been warned to keep distance from, found me and healed me with the force. Him and I developed a friendship and he mentored me. He offered me hundreds of years of wisdom, teaching me the ways of the force. Light side and dark side.
Later on, while I was around 17 years old I witnessed his murder at the hand of a Sith Lord. I watched as this mysterious craft landed on our planet. I followed a cloaked figure that emerged from the ship right to Montams home.
Once inside, he revealed a red blade and killed my mentor. Angry and terrified I hid myself on his ship, waited till we landed. With my judgment clouded with anger I jumped out at the man and shot at him with a blaster I stole from his ship. I had been taught lot and become quite powerful with the force. But I stood no chance against him. I barely made it out alive, promising myself that this wouldn't be the end.
Years go by, I train. Hard. By chance I meet this man again, I'm now almost 30. I track him and wait for my chance, this time defeating him and taking his lightsaber, the one he used to kill my dear mentor, as a trophy.
Now that I've avenged my Montam, I live a peaceful life mastering the skill of using the Dark Side.