"I hate the Force, I hate that it seems to have a will, that it would control us to achieve some measure of balance when countless lives are lost" - Kreia
Male - Human - Force Sensitive - Archeologist - Historian
Jason was lucky. Lucky to have been seemingly missed at birth by the Jedi Order, lucky to not have force sensitive parents and lucky to be born on a backwater planet where the Empire wasn't going to pay much mind. It was only because of these things that he made it as far as he did.
His parents had moved from Coruscant to Dantooine before the Clone Wars, having made enough savings to start up a homestead on the much quieter, less populated world. Previously they had both worked as engineers, creating advanced androids and robots and so they were able to build a relatively large farming compound. The vast majority of their crops went to refugees from the clone wars. And so this was the life Jason was born into, two very intelligent parents who gave him an equally fine education, and taught that when you're in a position to help others, you always should.
Jason's parents knew he was force sensitive from a very young age. The floating toys gave it away. However, they chose not to inform the jedi as this would mean them losing their only child. Before long, the Galactic Empire had formed and a bounty was placed on the head of all Jedi and Jedi sympathisers and so their decision was made, his existence had to be kept a secret. This would ultimately prove challenging as the Rebel Alliance founded their headquarters on the planet. Jason trained himself mostly, he hadn't attatched any philosophical meaning to his powers and so he viewed the force as a skill which he would gradually get better with.
Jason's luck was strong, even as a teenager he had heard the stories of the Emperor's inquisitors hunting down Jedi all over the galaxy and he knew that in time they would eventually find him. But for the time being, there hadn't been any sign of that. All this changed however, when his father decided to expand their farming operation into a mining venture. Having discovered some rare minerals, he of course set some droids to digging through it to try and see how much of a cache they had stumbled upon. At first, it seemed only profit stood in the horizon, how wrong they were. A couple of weeks after mining had commenced, they discovered what seemed like an underground bunker, the wall of one at least. They blasted their way through and found a tomb.
Jason was one of the first people who crawled through the hole to see what was inside, in truth it was him who told his father to survey the area, though it wasn't until now did he understand why this place called to him. The room was bare, some decorative pieces that had fallen apart in their centuries of slumber. But in the centre of the room was a large metal sarcophagus. Inside was a near perfectly preserved body, if the three deep scans hadn't confirmed that the body was in fact dead, they'd have assumed him alive or in sleep. Between the bodies hands would rest an object that would change the direction of Jason's life forever... An ancient lightsaber.
He grabbed it, how could he not? These things were worth their weight in durasteel and the crystals inside even more so. There was of course a moment of moral uncertainty.... He was by all accounts grave robbing, stealing the most prized possession of someone long since passed. But he couldn't resist and so he wrapped his hands around the cold metal hilt on the blade and pulled it from the corpse's fingers. For a split second there was absolute silence, the beeping of the droids gone, the air rushing through the cavern seemed to vanish. He turned over his shoulder, and was confronted by a Twi'lek standing, a green lightsaber thrust into the air. He stumbled backwards, only to bump into a Togruta with a glowing blue blade in the same posture. Before him, where a once preserved corpse lay, instead the sarcophagus was being constructed still. He threw the object to the ground and covered his eyes for what felt like an eternity, though when he eventually plucked the courage to open them, he found himself in the same empty tomb they had dug into just hours previously.
Life could not continue as it had. If an object had a strong connection to the force, he could use it to leap into the past. He could watch history happen and he could learn from it. Though this moment of revelation was the beginning of an urge. A single object was only connected so much to the force, it only held so much and so while this lightsaber could sustain him with knowlege and history for the months and years that followed, it could not always provide him with answers, just questions. He needed more. And so he would start his galaxy-wide hunt for the artefacts of old.
Though, years after, it appeared that he made a mistake. He thought that because his uses of the force were limited and infrequent, no one would have noticed him. The Inquisitorius had simply let him slip by. He was wrong. Unknowingly, the empire had ordered for his execution to be witheld as on his own, he was funding expeditions around the galaxy to try and hunt down ancient Jedi and Sith burial sites. By leaving him to his own ventures, the Empire was also learning of these without having to do the leg work themselves. He didn't know how long this could have continued for, however when he learned that he was indeed being watched by the Inquisitors, he tried to hide. But he wasn't a match for the Emperor's lackeys.