Marr wasn't the type to take in strays, but you had caught his eye by accident. After attempting to pickpocket him— successfully pickpocket —he had tracked you down easily. It didn't take much to pinpoint your location, even amid a bustling city, and he's somewhat surprised when he finds you.

A slave, from the looks of the collar around your neck, so the fact that you were stealing was odd, to say the least. He buys you from the man, finding that the force seemed to swirl around you, as though flocking to you in droves. It was amusing in a way, watching you panic, but you had quickly calmed when you realized he wasn't going to hurt you. Marr takes you in, clothes you, feeds you, removes the collar from your neck, and hands you a lightsaber.

"My apprentice."

That's what he calls you.