Jason Hunter

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Jason Hunter
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Corellia
Date of Birth:	13 BBY
Date of Death:	Still Kickin'
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Male
Height:	6' 3"
Weight:	250 lbs
Hair:	Black Naturally, Dyed Krath Purple
Eyes:	Blue
Personal Information
Lightsaber Color(s):	Single Yellow Blade
Chronology & Political Information
Affiliation:	House Tarentum
Dossier:	974
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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.

As for Jason, he was put into foster care and eventually, due to the number of cases that were handled by that particular office and that it took his father a handful of years to get his act together, Jason was effectively lost in the system.

The family that he was placed into was nice enough. The husband and wife were the loving couple, but were always working to support the three children of their own and the modest home they lived in. They were the typical middle class working family, who only wanted another child after the mother medically lost her ability to reproduce, and Jason was that opportunity.

They took him in openly, and loved him as their own immediately. However, the entire family wasn't thrilled about the new arrival.

The New Family

The youngest of them was a daughter of five years, then a son of eight and another son on the verge of the teen years at twelve. The two sons were instantly jealous of the new arrival, and whenever their parents weren't around, made it their life's goal to make the infant suffer in some small way. Whether it was leaving him sit in a soiled diaper, or taking his bottle and teasing him with it...things cruel kids do. The young girl was the only nice one out of the whole trio: she was instantly enamored with Jason once he was brought into the home. She even got a crash course in taking care of him, as she took pity on him when her older brother was left to babysit and he wouldn't take care of him.

This kind of treatment went on unnoticed for a couple of years, as the siblings had a, "you tell mom and I'll kill you" agreement, until Jason started getting of the age that he was a little more independent. Then he was just a bigger target. That was when his toys, few though they were, started turning up broken and the boys claimed that Jason had done it out of a fit of rage. And there was the getting shoved around, random "dead legs" or "dead arms," stolen food, pulled hair, bruises and scrapes and all the fun things that come with being bullied.

All this cruel treatment from his "brothers" led Jason to being a quiet, reclusive little boy. Once he started into school, he didn't form any friendships. All the other kids there either ignored him or teased him for being weird because he was being quiet.

At the age of six, he was already contemplating murder. The rage that would serve him well as a Dark Jedi was being nurtured in that environment. Bottled-up, but nurtured. Every day that he woke up, he found a new reason to hate his foster family, or his school mates.

By the time he was in the second grade, his eldest brother was looking at graduating from high school. So that reduced the count of abusers by one, as he was more concerned with senior parties and girls, and getting drunk and stupid. But, with age, brought a new vocabulary, and the oldest son was always ready to test out new words and teenage phrases on the youth. They stung, as they were meant to. But Jason just took all those hurtful things and tucked them away in a place he had made in his heart. A place he had made for all the things that everyone said and did to him that made him angry and said and feel insignificant.

That pocket of rage and hatred turned his heart hard and cold. To the point that when, on the night his oldest brother died, he smiled the biggest smile of his life.

That First Taste of Power

It was on the night of Jason's eldest brother's graduation ceremony. The entire family was gathered and joyous. The newly-minted graduate was being showered with gifts and well wishes for the future. He was even to be accepted into a college elsewhere in the Empire.

Good for him.

The biggest gift, the one that made him the happiest of all was a speeder. It wasn't anything really new or really "cool," but it was a considerable improvement over the twenty-year old beater he drove in school. And that was what sent Jason over the edge. Seeing him so happy.

It wasn't that he was receiving presents and attention. He never cared about that. It was how completely pleased with himself he was. The Hutt slime didn't appreciate anything that was being given to him. He even treated the girlfriend that was hanging off his arm like a piece of trash. Even at seven years old, that angered Jason. He knew that a lesson needed to be taught to his "brother."

For the past year, he had been noticing a strange stirring within himself. Nothing to make anyone else aware of. Not that he told people much anyways. But he was starting to get an extrasensory perception of people and things around him, and tell when things were going to happen before they did. It wasn't always there, but it was special when it was. Nurturing his little powers were becoming his only solace from his everyday life. Once he even convinced a neighbors cat to walk into the path of an oncoming speeder just by thinking it. He hadn't tried doing it again, since the cat's death caused quite the commotion in the little neighborhood.

But now, he decided, was to do something proactive his little abilities.

Jason watched with his foster parents as his foster brother climbed into his new speeder with his girlfriend. Everyone was gathered at a local restaurant. It wasn't very popular, but they all seemed to enjoy the place. As everyone said their farewells, Jason noticed a large repulsor truck coming down the road. As the tormentor brother pulled out of the parking lot, Jason planted a thought in the truck driver's mind to become tired and veer into the smaller vehicle.

The accident killed both occupants. The girlfriend was collateral damage. The truck driver was fined and placed in prison for a few years. More collateral damage.

Jason got what he wanted from the deal.

Once his foster parents saw the large smile and joyful look on his face, they put him back into the state foster system the next day. They cited the trauma of losing their oldest son as their reasoning, but Jason knew the truth: they saw the look on his face, and they knew that he had done it. They didn't know how, or maybe they did...either way, it had frightened them, and they wanted him out of their house.

It made no difference to him. The group homes treated him the same as that "loving" family, only there were more of them. And it was a different school he was going to, so that was a change in scenery, too. It was about five years of that, before his father found him.