Lance T. Soltaris

Commando Name: Soltaris, Lance T.
Known Aliases (In order of use): "DeathKnight Lead", "Psycho", "Boss", "Solar Squadron Leader" (Damn if that's not an old one), "Unit P-2" (Or did I forget my old call number already? =P)
Force-Sensitivity: High
Force Religion: Light
Musical Preference: Heavy Metal
Designation: Heavy Assault/Dark Side Implementation/Close-Quarters Battle
Last Known Rank: Major
Last Known Operation Site: Nyum
Last Known Fatality: King Ijun, the King of War
Last Known Contact: Approximately ten months prior. Subject was seen in the morgue on a slab, already starting to chill.
Backstory (Spanning the previous ten months):

A year ago, the Jedi Outcasts lost a member when one of their paramilitary field operatives took his own life in the hallway outside of a briefing room, mid-debriefing. Medics rushed to the scene to find a man bleeding from a massive head-wound, consistent with blunt trauma from a 0.50-magnum shell. One expended casing was found near the body, and a matching half-inch-diameter bullet was found in his brain. The murder weapon was found in a cold, metal hand that was surgically attached to the body, and no Force signature was present. Final reports indicate that the Dark Side was strong around the fallen warrior just moments before he pulled the trigger...

...But he didn't die. In fact, he wasn't even anywhere near the ship when the 'fatal' shot was fired. What everyone saw, what everyone felt, what everyone witnessed, was all just a deception. Every last bit of it was a lie perpetrated by a man who needed time to find himself...and didn't want to endanger his friends while he did so. For almost an entire year since, the dark, chaotic soul has been wandering around the barren wastes of a once-proud and now-nightmarish world, his connection to the Force voluntarily severed on all but the most basic and imperceptible of levels, a doppleganger sitting in his place in a cold slab somewhere in the morgue.

Dateline: Coruscant. A slight twitch, a simple shudder. A scream of agony, and the image of Hell itself. A fallen hero awakens, pain coursing through his body as the sensations of months of torture come back to the surface of the present. A single black eye opens up to greet the painful world, rage shining forth in it...

...with the temperance of the Light instead of the sinfulness of the Dark. Weakened by torture and months of voluntary severance, a lonely life breaks free of captivity, screaming back out in the Force with every ounce of might it can muster. Deformed, reshaped, and battered, the DeathKnight is alive once again.