Y,N lived a peaceful life with his fellow Mandalorians before what would be dubbed the Great Purge by the few survivors spread thin throughout the galaxy. However Y,N witnessed the slaughter of his people, hearing their screams as they were killed in battle by blobs of white and a single blob of black who was wielding some kind of crimson blade. Yet through his teary eyes and smoke filled lungs, he was pulled onto a ship and a single friendly and feminine voice told him to "run" and started up the auto-pilot on the ship, through teary-eyes and baited breath he saw his planet get ravaged and destroyed and his people killed by the vile Empire, and brought down by blaster bolts or that damned crimson blade...he wanted to help, he wanted to fight...but he couldn't as he knew he was one of the last of his people, and the last of his clan..it would be a fool's errand to leap out of the ship and die meaninglessly...yet this one moment burned itself inside Y,N's mind and hardened him up and taught him the cruel lessons of reality, to survive in this galaxy you need to be in control of your destiny and show no emotions. For decades Y,N traveled the galaxy teaching himself in the ways of fighting and survival, learning everything the galaxy had to offer him in order for him....a Mandalorian to survive. Nowadays he's a bounty hunter for hire, yet his services don't come cheap due to him being 2nd to none in the entire galaxy when it comes to assassination's. However his latest mission will be much, much more than even he bargained form and will take him on a journey that'll show him that maybe just maybe there's more to emotions than just faking them or burying them down...after all this is the way.