Eyasha was born to a pair of Republic officers, and when the tests showed her as Force-sensitive they refused to give her to the Jedi Order. There were nasty rumors, even then, and her parents always were the sort to believe them.

When Eyasha was little, she was certain she'd join the Republic military like her parents did. She was still pretty young when the Clone Wars broke out. She was at a military academy by then, on a small space station. At the time, it was a great disappointment to her that she was too young to fight. She did meet a few clones, who'd been rotated off of active duty for one reason or another. They did a bit of teaching before being rotated back again, much to the disappointment of the students—it was interesting, being taught by people who were even younger than they were.

The station was attacked about a year later. Eyasha was already a fairly good shot, and ended up in a hastily-organized squad led by a sixteen-year-old Zabrak girl, defending the younger students. They managed to hold out for nearly half an hour, barracaded in one of the bunkrooms, before the battle droids noticed that the two-droid patrols on that route were being damaged. Thankfully, clone forces arrived at about the time droid reinforcements did, but not before a few of the impromptu squad were injured, including Eyasha. The ensuing rescue is one of the few clear memories Eya has of that time period—as well as being a bit too trigger-happy and nearly putting a blaster bolt through her rescuer's leg.

That, and the lecture afterward. ("You broke just about every rule this place has," said the head of the academy, "and should have called for help rather than trying to take on the battle droids yourself—but you kept calm under fire, with minimal casualties. You'll make good soldiers someday.")

Eyasha was far less eager to see more combat after that. She still has a burn scar on her shoulder—a glancing shot from a battle droid's blaster.

It wasn't much longer until the end of the Clone Wars and the rise of the Empire—and, soon after, the birth of the Inqusitorius. Her parents supported the new regime, and were "rewarded" by the option to have Eyasha trained as an Inquisitor, rather than the execution that would have ensued otherwise. Her test results were still on record, after all.

So Eyasha—still quite young—began her training. She remembers little of her early life, but even less of her training. Most of it blurs together, an endless series of training rooms and tests and punishments. The parts that remain clear are small snatches. Collapsing in the training room. A fight with another student, both with stolen knives. Watching the first death: a young boy to a training droid.

Then came the last test. Perhaps it was even supposed to be the last test, the one that would bind her to the Inquisitorius forever. But a family was brought in. Three Twi'lek prisoners: a man, a woman, and their young daughter. There was an officer supervising—a rodent-like man older than her father.

He ordered her to kill them, starting with the father. She held her knife to the man's throat—and then the little girl looked up and whispered, horrified, "Why are you doing this?"

Unknown to Eyasha, there was an argument later—was the conditioning imperfect, or had she just not yet been ready? But right at that moment, the question sparked a sudden flash of doubt. She considered things a moment, as detached as ever, and then lunged at the officer instead. Then, in what seemed like seconds, the officer was dead. That was about when doubt turned into pure instinctive terror. She turned and ran, forgetting the family completely. Found her way to the station's docking bay, somehow, and managed to steal a shuttle. She still doesn't know quite how she got away.

Goodbye to Eyasha, Inquisitor-in-training. And hello to Eya, escapee.

Ambition: Self-discovery

Eya was trained to be a weapon of the Empire. Now away from the Inquisitorius, she has no idea who she is now, or who she wants to be—but she's determined to figure it out. Her life is her own, and she's going to keep looking until she decides what to do with it.

Justice/Cruelty: After the brutal training of the Inquisitorius, Eya feels a call to bring justice upon those who would perpetuate such things. Her sense of proportion is still very skewed, however, and her attempts to make things right often only further the cycle of revenge.

Morality: 29

Eya is a young woman somewhere in her late teens—she could be anywhere from sixteen to nineteen, and she's not quite sure herself. Her skin is on the paler edge of bronze, scars scattered across it in a seemingly random pattern. Her eyes are a deep ocean blue, and wide enough that Eya always seems a bit worried. She's not quite bald, but her hair is short enough and light enough to barely be noticeable against her skin.

Her clothing tends to be cheap, nondescript, and utilitarian. The only exception is a shiny faux-gold costume necklace—she picked it up off the street and kept it on a whim.