Durindal S'Tarren (Human, Jedi Guardian . . . I think)
Durindal grew up on a medieval backwater planet that never heard of the Sith . . . the Jedi . . . or even the Force. Durindal had enough to worry about without all of those . . . other things. Durindal was raised by his father (his mother he had never known – he was told she was dead). When he was nine, Durindal killed someone in a barroom fight. At least it sounds more important when it is told that way. Durindal was in a tavern with his father, which was a common occurrence. His father was deep in his cups drinking away the profits of the day when a fight erupted in the tavern.
Durindal was never certain what caused the fight – he had been concentrating on moving the mug the old man was drinking from with his mind. His father joined in and took a nasty blow, Durindal reacted and joined in catching the man who hit is father in the back of the legs. The man fell, cracked his head open for all to see on the corner of an oaken table, and was dead before the local healer or cleric could even head to the tavern. That would have been the end of the story . . . had the man not been a nobleman’s son. There were no shortage of witnesses, the bar was full that night.
Durindal’s father was jailed and executed before the man even had a chance to sober up. Durindal was sent to the Hall, a place where trouble children were placed to either make something of themselves . . . or disappear. The boys in the Hall
(sorry – just had to do that) were worked hard, disciplined, and trained. Durindal excelled with the new attention and training, revealing a surprising amount of aptitude and ability with a blade.
Enough so that one day a visitor took notice and paid a prince’s ransom to take Durindal away. The visitor was heavily cloaked and her face was hidden beneath a deep cowl. When the pair had left the sight of the Hall, the visitor . . . who now apparently owned Durindal (now 12 years old) . . . introduced herself. Her name was Tarren, and she was a Twilek . . . and a Jedi. She frequently stopped at this small planet to look for those with . . . talent . . . and Durindal was definitely one with talent.
Within weeks, everything that Durindal thought he knew was cast in ashes. There were not only other worlds . . . but other systems, galaxies even. Durindal trained with Tarren for 7 years, taking the name Durindal S’Tarren for his own. Tarren taught him the ways of the weapon master . . . the ways of the Jedi.
Durindal is athletic, dexterous, and much more intelligent that most give him credit for. He’s used to being on his own . . . he has been for a while, since Tarren left looking for more Jedi to recruit. He fights a struggle against the impulse to fight first . . . understanding takes time and Durindal has a bit of a problem with living in the moment.
Edit: This is the background I was most comfortable with for this character (with credit to Dave Duncan 
). I have a duros jedi pilot and a jedi healer as well, if this won't work. I hope I've given enough unnamed information to fit into the surroundings.
