Darth Maligo

Name: Darth Maligo
Rank: Sith
Affiliation: Former NJO Master and GJO Fire Warrior. Now a Sith.
Type: Various; trained as a Jedi Master and as a Grey Jedi Fire Warrior
Species: Human
Height: 1.8 Meters
Weight: 205 lbs
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Mandalore
Identifying Marks: Red/Black tattoo on left side of neck (in memory of his father). Also has very large scar on right shoulder.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Weapon of Choice: 2 red light sabers
Saber Fighting Style: V-Shien
Signature force technique: Dissipate Energy and Emerald Lightning

I was born on the planet of Mandalore, but I knew at a young age that the life of a bounty hunter wasn't for me. My father, Bounty Hunter Larsa Brasher, was always looking over his shoulder. Although he never really let me in on what he and his friends were up to, I'd always have these overwhelming feelings that I couldn't explain.

One night when my father left to go to work I begged him to stay, but he refused. He was off to meet his close friend, Jaster Mereel, to finish a project they've been working on. As he would put it. It wasn't until years later that I realized it was my strong connection with the Force that was giving me these horrible, yet unexplainable feelings, but at the time I was just a young boy.

My father, and Jester never returned home that night. Years later I found out that they were betrayed by their friend, Montross, a power hungry bounty hunter.

After the death of my father, my mother, Kiarra, and I stayed on Mandalore, but moved in with her sister, who also lost her husband a few years back. It was good for me and my mother to have a support system, but I wouldn't be there long before realizing what the future had in store for me.

A few months after my mom and I moved in with my aunt, Rilien Sa'idi, I was outside playing with friends when I heard my aunt screaming. I ran into the house to see my mother lying on the floor unconscious, and the screams of my aunt coming from the back room. With out thinking, I ran to the back to see what was going on and as soon as I opened the door, I saw this man hitting my aunt. I still to this day am unsure what happened, but the very next thing I remember after see the man hitting my aunt, was the man lying on the floor with blood coming from his eyes, nose, and ears. My aunt and my mother were ok, but they never looked at me the same again. My mother tried, but I could sense the fear in her. I believe the fear was more from her not understanding, because with the fear, I sensed the love as well. And believe me, I was pretty scared too!

My mother has always been supportive, and very protective of me, but my aunt knew of someone who might have some answers as to what was wrong with me. So my aunt had her friend, Brala Vaphi, over for dinner one night to talk to me. Brala was a Jedi Knight who had been close friends with Count Dooku back in his Jedi days. Brala informed me of my high Midi-Chlorian count and asked my mother if it would be ok for me to train with him for a few hours every day. When Brala told me that he felt I had the potential to be a very capable Jedi one day, I was thrilled!! Brala moved closer to use so I could easily meet with him for my lessons, and be home for dinner, chores, etc.. being that I was the man of the house and all.

For years, I trained with Brala, learned of my powers, how to control them, & use them for good. Eventually though, Brala felt I needed more training. That is when he sent me to the Jedi Temple, where I was accepted by my piers, and became Padawan to Jedi Master Xavier. I learned quite a bit training under a former Knight in Vaphi for so long, and then training under Master Xavier. I've trained my share of Padawans, in which I take great pride in passing my on my knowledge. However, I've recently taken interest in some other aspects of the Force. On my own, I've been learning a few other skills to add to my stable of Force skills & powers.

It's unfortunate that my father was murdered, but in this Galaxy, anything can happen! The absolute only regret I have in this life, is that I'll never have the chance to avenge my father's death! Montross was killed by Jango Fett, long before I had the chance to.