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| | Jason Hunter was born to loving parents in the suburbs of Coronet, the capital city of Corellia. Everything was in place for him to live a carefree life. All he would have had to do was grow up, get through school, marry a girl he loved, have his own kids, and die of old age. The kind of life that any parent desires for their child. |
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| | That was not to be his life. |
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| | Jason's mother died birthing him. He was never told exactly what had happened, but she just never stopped bleeding. The loss devastated his father. In the days following, he had turned to drinking. Never enough to become belligerent, but enough to be inattentive to a newborn. |
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| | After being home with his drunken father for a few weeks, Jason had a horrendous diaper rash, was under nourished and screaming all the time. A few concerned neighbors came by the house to see what was wrong, and upon seeing the condition of not just the house but the haggard shape that Jason's father was in, they felt it best that the state be involved. So, like meddling but well-meaning neighbors are want to do, they called Child Protective Services. CorSec and CPS came down in a hurry and whisked the infant away into foster care that same day. Jason's father got to spend a few weeks in jail, only because he had gotten lucky enough to be brought before a sympathetic judge. |
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Corellia
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13 BBY
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Still Kickin'
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Human
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Male
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6' 3"
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250 lbs
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Black Naturally, Dyed Krath Purple
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Blue
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Single Yellow Blade
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House Tarentum
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Youth
Jason Hunter was born to loving parents in the suburbs of Coronet, the capital city of Corellia. Everything was in place for him to live a carefree life. All he would have had to do was grow up, get through school, marry a girl he loved, have his own kids, and die of old age. The kind of life that any parent desires for their child.
That was not to be his life.
Jason's mother died birthing him. He was never told exactly what had happened, but she just never stopped bleeding. The loss devastated his father. In the days following, he had turned to drinking. Never enough to become belligerent, but enough to be inattentive to a newborn.
After being home with his drunken father for a few weeks, Jason had a horrendous diaper rash, was under nourished and screaming all the time. A few concerned neighbors came by the house to see what was wrong, and upon seeing the condition of not just the house but the haggard shape that Jason's father was in, they felt it best that the state be involved. So, like meddling but well-meaning neighbors are want to do, they called Child Protective Services. CorSec and CPS came down in a hurry and whisked the infant away into foster care that same day. Jason's father got to spend a few weeks in jail, only because he had gotten lucky enough to be brought before a sympathetic judge.