Master Tasha'Vel Versea
History: Early life
He knew the living force flowed through him, and knew the duplicity of its nature, and revelled in the battle that was fought every day. He actively sought out the struggle, it gave him power, and the knowledge that he gleaned pushed him forwards in his quest for the ultimate power, the power to control death.
Ever since he was young he had seen people with power, politically, socially, even magically, and he craved this power for himself. He watched them, silently, from hidden vantage points, desperate to ascertain exactly how they got this gift. He felt the power around him, even as a young boy, he could sense others around him, even when they weren't within plain sight, he could even grasp, at a rudimental level how they were feeling, and sometimes, when he was at his most calm, what they were thinking, how those designs were implemented to enable them to carry out their feats, even if it was only in glimpses. He would process these, and put important bits of information away until another glimpse gave him another piece to the puzzle. Sometimes he would instinctively know how a thing was done, and spent days, months, on several occasions years, practising and perfecting the new knowledge, so that he could perform the feat at will. It was this way that he learned to conceal his true nature from others, both physically, and within the living Force, trial and error, until he simply wasn't there. Of all of the knowledge that he gained, of this he was most proud, it protected him, embracing him in it's dark shield, keeping the others out of his self constructed exile of his own bubble of sanctuary, a protection that moulded the way he would respond to people in later life.
He never knew his father, and his mother was only a vague impression, one which he could only feel when he was immersed within his connection to the force. A sense of abandonment, loss, and pain, like a broken tooth, aching constantly. He always felt alone, even when he was surrounded by a city planet full of people, never connecting to others, instead remaining separated, mentally and emotionally, he had always been that way as long as he could remember. Not that he minded, he liked the solitude, although it would cause problems later in life, not for him, for others that were around him.
History: Adolescence
Hopping from ship to ship, sometimes stowing away, sometimes working his keep as a deck hand, or assistant engineer, he made his way across the Galaxy towards the centre, towards Coruscant. This was where all the spacers said that the power was, where a man could make his fortune, where all the good contracts were, so this was where he was headed. It felt right. For a full nine months he travelled in a zigzag route across the shipping lanes with each new ship before he finally arrived, a nobody, on a city planet full of somebodies, or somebody wannabes. Perfect. Here he could disappear, here he could learn, here he could prepare.
He made his occupation of this planet down in the lowest levels of the city. It was here that he met Keevo Danext, a Basilisk racketeer, who took him under his wing, after he had killed a runner. Keevo believed that he had done it by accident and Quo let him believe that. The racketeer wasn't happy, thinking that now he would never get his money, until Quo showed him the credit slip that he had taken from the body, which was Quo's original incentive. Keevo was impressed, and even let Quo keep the difference in credits, minus an administration fee. Danext found a small apartment for the young Zabrak to live in, it kept him close to him should he need him, and an unmarked, indistinct communicator, keeping Quo in his employ. Quo learned the ways of the underworld, with Keevo's tutelage, and soon amassed a tidy amount of money, not to mention a few handy pieces of weaponry and equipment along the way. His vibro blades, throwing knives, and micro blaster were all small enough to be concealed, and he was proficient enough to use them adequately. His preference was always with the blade though, quiet, less messy, and attracting a lot less interest from passers by.
By the time he left Coruscant he had a comfortable amount of money, and had learned a great many things about the nature of people, plus refined his engineering skills.}}