Dessius

I am Dessius, my father is Krasox. A Sith lord.

From a young age I showed promise in the ways of the force and I was to be the heir to my fathers blood stained legacy. The moment my father sensed the force potential in me he started to train me, he wanted me to torture innocents, sometimes for information, other times just for shear pleasure, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't harm another life without just cause, and so I was punished, but not by my father, he got his sworn brother Darth Praenuntius to do it, with lightning and mind games he tortured me.

Until one day, when I was 14, my father and I were sent to Nar Shaddaa, I found a way out. A smuggler ship was in one of the hangers, my father foolishly taught me how to hide my presence using the force and I used this skill to hide in one of the smugglers shipping crates. It wasn't until we were in deep space that the smuggler opened the storage crate to find me, I immediately flinched in fear as I expected a world of pain for my deception, however all I received was a confused look on an weary old face.

I told my story to the smuggler and I experienced something I had never experienced before, the old smuggler was kind to me and took pity on me. He said I had a choice, he would either take me to Tython where he said I could be raised as a Jedi and perhaps one day face my father and make him answer to what he put me through, or I could follow him and he would teach me to be a smuggler. I had had enough of the force and didn't want anything to do with it, in my experience all it brought was pain, and so I took the old smuggler up on his offer and trained to be a smuggler.

When I turned 22 my mentor passed away he left me his ship and so I continue to roam the galaxy working as a smuggler for the republic.

However deep down I know that whichever choice I made I would one day encounter my father again and I would have to kill him, or die by his hand.