Uh, my name is Areno Sandborne. I'm 19. I've been with the Jedi since I was just over four years old.
Because I was taken at that age I remember my family pretty well. I know I am the 3rd child of ten. I am the lone boy child. My Da' was a pretty well known spice smug - er - transporter, and my Mum was a slave on Tatooine. Before I was born my Da' spent just about all he had buying freedom for my Mum. From what I'm told that made things pretty tight all around for everyone.
So when the Jedi arrived and offered my parents a place for their son, they nearly jumped at the chance. Already there were five children and my Mum was pregnant with twins.
I angers my Master to know that I send just about anything I can home to my family. Even though things are better for them now, I have this sense of duty. They are family, just as much as the Jedi are.
Um... oh my Master is trying to teach me Djem So but it's not going too well. I just don't think I am cut out for that saber style.
I guess that's it. I'm sure my Master will... correct me if I've missed something.