You were forced to roam the planets due to the loss of your home and family during the time of the great aggressive Emperor. You were on the verge of poverty and death, you lived the dream of becoming a Jedi and you had the potential for strength, but there was no one who would develop it. It wasn't until fate brought you and Cal together.

“You’re standing wrong,” the former Jedi sighed, correcting your position. “So...now strike the sword in the air,” Cal commanded. You obeyed, it’s unclear what his incentive was, but he agreed to become your teacher. “Not bad, but try to make it sharper and more aggressive.”