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Warnings : sad backstory?? loss of limb. mild violence.

Prologue - Chapter 1

y/n's backstory

My name is y/n. I don't bother saying my last name since I can't even remember it.

My family has been gone since the earliest I can remember. I was passed around in foster homes on Tatooine since I was a baby up until I was 11. That's when I was sold off into an illegal fighting organization. they would place bets on who would die, and i happened to win all of my matches up until i was saved.

Like I said, I was bought by a fighting ring and trained to kill basically. it got my arm torn off in the process. (winter soldier anyone?) It was my left arm. At the time I didn't care much when they replaced it with a cold silvery metal one. I was only 12, a year after I was sold. it was just like a void. empty and cold where my flesh arm used to be. but that's all in the past.

I've killed more people than I can count and that's all I know. It was either with my hand to hand combat, my lightsaber, and my "gift". or at least that's what they called it. I don't know where my lightsaber came from or who gave it to me. All I know is that I can kick ass with it. also with the force, which is my "gift", and also the reason I have only one warm arm. They tore it off because I wasn't learning to control it fast enough. but by the time i was 14 i had full control over it. at least for a 14 year old girl.

By then, I hadn't smiled for years, I built walls, and because a sarcastic know it all with a dead smirk. (basically tony stark).

About a month after my 15 birthday, there was a man who bet over a billion credits on me, but not only for the fight.

to buy me.

I didn't let it show but I was terrified of what that man could possibly do to me.

Of course I won. the man got his credits, i packed my things, which wasn't much, and headed off to my new life where i learned the name of my savior, Greef Karga. he told me he was there to set me free, he also busted the joint since it was illegal and there was child trafficking, so that was that. I stayed with him for only a couple months before I could get my own place.

Since he gave people bounty jobs, that's how I got my money. It was fairly easy except for the fact that I still don't even own my own ship. I just rented them out since I don't have anywhere to store one and the fact that it would somehow break under my care. Even though I had a side job for a while, fixing ships, I'm extremely careless with my own belongings. fast forwarding to the present.

I'm a month away from being 17. still no last name. But at least I have a stable job which I'm good at, a home, and someone I can call family. If it wasn't for Greef I would honestly probably be dead in a ditch or still doing dirty work. The arm just reminds me of what I did but every week Greef comes by my small apartment to say hi and we usually just talk about life and people watch. We also go to this bar often, and I can sometimes manage to snatch a few alcoholic ones.

That's actually where I'm headed now.

(this is going onto the present story)

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After getting ready for the day, and clipping my lightsaber to my chunky belt and my blasters to the holsters on the sides of my thighs, I'm ready. looking in a mirror before I pass the door, fixing my (h/c) hair and looking at the scar on my neck. I actually have many scars littered on my body. Also a tattoo. Not very fond of those at all. Deciding not to get all depressed, I strut out of the door, locking it, and moving down the stairs and into the dark and gloomy market area.