Nasty little bugger

Bru'jah was unfortunately born. Unfortunate for him, unfortunate for those who crossed his path.

In the brutal harshness of Rattataki society, being a skinny short runt only made things worse for the young Rattataki male who took physical beatings daily. And every beating by his siblings and peers only made him angrier. Angry for being small and weak. Angry for being born. Angry for surviving.

So imagine his joy, when one day, he discovered he could harm others. The day the force began to manifest itself in the broken shell of his body. The first day he didn't fall asleep with his body shuddering from it's newly inflicted injuries. The day he smiled his first smile. The first time he heard the crack of bone that wasn't his own. What a wonderful day. How he relished in the pain of others, especially when he was the one inflicting it.

Even though Rattataki value strength and violence, Bru'jah was extreme. Rejected by his peers and elders due to his physical size more than anything else he was set upon. Beaten to a pulp and dragged out into the icy wasteland and dumped. Left to die. He was 8.

Coughing blood he dragged himself to an icy cave, shuddering he closed his eyes. Unfortunately he didn't die.  In the coming years he survived. He killed first with the force, then with weapons he honed himself from the bones of his prey. He like this way better, more blood. He ate his prey raw, be it snow beasts or other Rattataki that crossed his way.

The day he was discovered by a visiting Sith Lord was another unfortunate day. A Rattataki Sith Lord had been sent to investigate the area, as there was reportedly a great evil there. All he found was a young scrawny naked boy gorging himself on the corpse of another Rattataki. Bones littered the icy cave. As soon as the boy noticed the Sith, he attacked with all his fury. More meat. The force caught him mid air, suspended thusly the Sith inspected him. Filed teeth, lean, wiry, small but strong, resilient and oh so angry. So very very angry. And yes, there is was. The force. Not strong, but enough. And with so much anger...a real possibility. "If he can survive out here for so long, perhaps he can also survive Korriban. He was 10.

Unfortunately Bru'jah was sent to Korriban, where he not only survived, but got worse. He grew in the force and regularly practised on his fellow students. Oh sure he was tortured for his insolence in disobeying the Sith instructors in not openly attacking other acolytes, but frankly he didn't give a damn. The torture only making him smile in some sadistic, masochistic way.

Now free of the Sith academy on Korriban, Bru'jah makes his own way in the galaxy,...unfortunately.