Linalia, her future was so hopeful. Her parents did their best to raise her as a simple woman, wanting only the best for her, but not able to supply much. The economic situation of her birthworld was dire. Hardly anyone had any money to speak of. Often times, one of the young girl's parents would sacrifice their meal so that she could eat. And as soon as Linalia was able to, she began working, to add on to the dismal amount of food they consumed. The work was tough, and not very rewarding. Linalia was not meant to take on field work. She was frail and weak, the result of not having nourishment.
Linalia began looking to other methods for getting food or money. First, she tried begging. She would stand for hours in the busiest places she could find. Crying, pleading, doing everything to earn enough pity for just a bit of loose change. But this availed to little. Nearly no one had money to spare. The young girl soon realized there was little option left but to steal.
It was around this time that Linalia had started to realize her sensitivity to the Force. It began manifesting itself in odd ways. Things would break when she got emotional. Objects would move, even if slightly. It would come at random times as well. The giant pot her family used to make their stew would sway creepily when she sat in front of it, upset at how little there was left inside. Walking past rich people's houses would make her angry and windows or flower pots would shatter. It was uncontrollable and the young woman was scared that it would leave people to believe that she was some sort of devil's witch.
Despite all of this, food was needed. So she stole. Small things here and there, completely unnoticeable. But then as her mother grew sick, they needed more and more help putting food on the table. Linalia started reaching for more drastic objects. Bigger items. Then her luck ran out. One day she got caught. A vendor had caught her stealing and was tugging her by the ear. Protests and shouts escaped from Linalia, begging to be let go. Then she demanded to be let go, just looked at the man and demanded it. He promptly let go.
After that, she kept stealing things, even in the sight of vendors and shop owners, just telling them to let her go home without punishment. Food became plentiful in her sad little home. She was even able to steal medicine and treat her mother. But this became a slippery path. She started committing larger and larger crimes. The power she had got to her head. The whole town feared her. Even her parents had heard whispers and started to treat her differently.
This went on for months and months. Killings began, Linalia got anything and everything she wanted. Finally, her family had enough. They confronted her. They told her to stop with all the crime and the terrorism. They asked her to lead a normal life. Linalia hated that they didn’t appreciate what she was trying to do for them. A huge argument broke out. Something in Linalia snapped. Her parents – dead. And soon every living soul she could find followed.
She never looked back from there, greed filing her. She left her home planet, and began seeking new ways to exert her power in new places. She had fallen to the dark side of the Force.
