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Darth Zeraxul was born into a rather prestigious family of changlings. They were once one of the wealthiest families on Coruscant, in fact. Zeraxul grew up in a rather cushioned environment, until the age of three...while he has no memory of this event due to being so young, it was quite disastrous. Zeraxul had apparantly caused an entire room to set fire around him while throwing a tantrum, thus causing his entire home to burst into flames in a matter of moments. The fire spread unnaturally fast...and though this was the only known instance of these flames appearing in his history, it did cause the deaths of both his parents at this early age...he hadn't even fully realized how to control his appearance yet, and he had managed to kill not only his parents, but all the servants that they had living in that house. The only one unharmed by these conjured flames was Zeraxul himself. This strong rippling in the force was felt by many...though by the time the Jedi had arrived, Zeraxul was nowhere to be seen. The Jedi were not the only ones who sensed this power burst and its potential...and they had not reacted nearly as fast as the other who had sensed it: the one who was to be Zeraxul's master, Darth Medyr'Natre.

Zeeraxul's life quickly turned from cushioned to hellish as Medyr'Natre begin the long and harsh training in the use of the dark side of the force. Zeraxul was taken off of Coruscant and to Dantooine, where he himself had his base of operations. The training had begun immediately, with no chance to allow the young boy to grow...as such, Zeraxul grew up in a way to where he found he could trust no one, care for no one...his heart became as if stone, save for the powerful negative emotion that his master fostered within him....hatred. His hatred for pretty well everything ran very deep in a quick amount of time...withing mere months, Zeraxul had mastered the power that this emotion could bring. Before he really learned, he had actually attacked Medyr'Natre in a fit of rage and hatred for how he was being treated. While this did amuse his master, the act did not go unpunished...using a lightsaber, Medyr'Natre carved a symbol for obedience into Zeraxul's back, directly between the shoulderblades. This was done carefully so as to not permanently harm Zeraxul, but slowly as well to inflict the maximum amount of pain as a measure of punishment. While this did instill a reluctant obedience in Zeraxul, it fostered his hatred for this man who was his master...which may very well be what was intended. This is unknown as of now.

By the age of nine, Zeraxul had learned most of the basics of the force, as well as managing to get fairly decent for a beginner in the Soresu form. It was at this age that Zeraxul got a real, true lightsaber...and began being sent out on missions to serve his master's purposes. They started out fairly easy and low key to begin with...stuff like simple thefts or assassinations with specific requirements to make it look either like accidents or blaster shots as cause of death. Stuff to keep the young sith under the radar of Jedi. Each mission however, did get progressively more difficult, though each one also taught him more and more...as such, Zeraxul quickly learned much in a short time frame. By the age of fifteen, he had mastered several Force abilities including Force Lightning, as well as picking up aspects of the Makashi fighting style. However, as his knowledge of the Force and of being Sith grew, so did his hatred...especially towards his master every time he remembered who made the scar on his back. On the day of his sixteenth birthday, Zeraxul once more attacked his master, this time with the intent to kill him and be free of the daily tortures of living and the increasingly impossible seeming missions. Even though he struck from the shadows while concealing himself as best he could, Zeraxul failed once more...and once more, his master was amused more than angry. As such, another symbol was carved beneath the first....though this one was larger and done even more slowly than before. This symbol was a sign that meant servitude. His master warned Zeraxul that the third attack would not be met by amusement, but with anger...and as such, would be punished in a manner according to his whim in that state of mind. Zeraxul never did attempt to take his master's life...but it is unknown if he thought about it or not. One thing that Zeraxul never lost through all this harsh training was a strange sense of honor...Zeraxul never kept a debt of any kind for long, and always kept his word...though naturally, he utilized loopholes where he was able. It was as if Zeraxul actually had an moral code of some sort that was unknown to everyone but him.

It was at this point that Zeraxul also chose his typical appearance. As a changeling, he was able to take on many different guises...but he chose to appear as an extinct and nearly forgotten, but quite feared back in their day, race. They had ebony skin and snow white hair, and eyes of usually amethyst or a firey red. However, the scars still remained no matter what form he took...even his changeling capabilities could not alter or hide these. Until about a year ago, Zeraxul continued serving his master. One day however, Medyr'Natre sent Zeraxul on an impossible mission....assassinate two of the current heads of the Jedi high council on Coruscant. Miraculously, Zeraxul pulled this off...though as he was the only witness to this event, no one really knows if it was skill, sheer dumb luck, or simple surprise that allowed for this to occur, as Zeraxul himself refuses to speak of this event. All that is known is that both council members were in the same place, and Zeraxul managed to kill them both. He then fled Coruscant, fleeing to Nar Shadaa with multiple Jedi on his heels instead of heading back to his master....Zeraxul had decided enough was enough, and that he would no longer tolerate Medyr'Natre's cruel methods. His hate was stronger than ever, and it was directed at everything at this point. There was not one object that was safe from his fury...

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