This young man was born to the politician Percival Anathema and his current wife, Silvia. Upon passing the test of force sensitivity, Percival bribed everyone in the immediate area to sign a non-disclosure agreement, including the Jedi who took the test himself.

"I am willing to take a vow of silence on this, but I can not take your money." he said solemnly when bribed by Percival.

This pleased Percival, a penny less, more credits for himself. He named this child Jack Anath, and sent him off with the Jedi. Jack grew up well enough. He had a few friends but he really only remembers his best friend, Calith Seranthal. He was a Chiss with teal skin, short black hair, and bright red eyes. They struggled and trained together throughout their youth but...when the Initiate Trials came, Jack failed again. And again. And again. Until eventually he gave up, He just did laundry. Polished lightsabers. If he didn't live with jedi, he would've been mercilessly bullied for his incompetence. Instead he heard many encouraging speeches and what once was wise advice.

"Just meditate, become one with the force."

"Don't give up, just keep at it. The force is a thing that most people can't even feel, it isn't weak of you to struggle."

"Chooses you, the force does. Come to you, it does not. Become one with the force, you must."

But he couldn't do it! He ran from the jedi temple one day, with his best bud closely behind him.

As Jack was walking along the shipyard with Calith...

"Jack, you are getting yourself killed. This is so reckless!" Calith snaps angrily.

"Yeah, that's true. I don't even have money. I'm sneaking on." Jack says flatly.

"You're just having some mid-life crisis, come back! At least get a job man." Calith begs desperately.

"Yeah yeah, I'm pretty sure this ship's better than that T1-Foxtrot plane." Jack says flatly.

Chiss glares at Jack for several moments before finally seething "They're spaceships ya lazy fuck. And for once, you're right, this one is better."

"Oh, for your information I do a lot." Jack snaps with great dignity.

"Yeah, a lot of washing. Maybe you should wash-up! Ya worthless mook." Chiss snaps bitterly.

Calith starts to turn away but before he does, Jack grabs him and says with all seriousness "Calith, take my lightsaber. It's useless to me."
Calith stares at Jack in shock for a moment before taking the lightsaber and slowly pocketing it. Then he punches Jack in the stomach.

"You will never manage to run from the force! Just because you can't harness it yet doesn't mean you'll never learn too! You better not join the dark side ya fuck!" he yells angrily.

Then Calith storms off. And Jack sneaks onto this Foxtrot spaceship. When he arrived to Tatooine, he was discovered by Zotto the Hutt's men, and immediately taken before Zotto. There was placed into debt and forced into a party with some weirdos, and took on some extra debt to get some equipment.

Addicted to Challenge: If he does not feel the rush of a challenge, be it physical or mental, he becomes first bored and distracted. Then depression before finally desperately trying to get into a challenging situation, even if it be to the detriment to himself and those around him.

Debt - 10 - Jack and the party he’s found himself with through Zoldo have made a few mistakes, and because of this they owe the Hutt 50,000 credits.

Jack has a sharp jawline with a thin block of a jaw. His hair is blonde, and he has only one thin inch of hair. Jack wears dusty brown Rugged Armor, with a thick brown leather coat underneath a dull red steel chest-plate, black shoulder pads scratched from blades against it presumably, bloodstained black knee-pads, baggy black leather pants, and black boots. He has a vibrosword hanging off his hip, through a red loop on his bright yellow utility belt, emblazoned with a bat on the front. (Don't tell me what to do, you're not my mom.) And on his back is a dark green canvas backpack emblazoned with a red Imperial Crest.