Kal Visla Backstory
He had been just a boy when it happened. His parents, as loyal members of Clan Vizla had stood with Pre Vizla and the Death Watch. He remembers the day that they died all too well, cut down by Maul in a purge of those who dared oppose him. His parents, always headstrong and loyal, had stood with Pre up till the end, and unfortunately that had cost them their lives. Maul even had the indignity of cutting them down with the Darksaber, the legendary weapon of his clan. 
When Kal saw his parents were killed, he had no choice, he had to run. As a young boy at the time he hadnt any chance of standing against Maul, and joining the man who slew his parents was impossible. Having been adept with technology his life, it was a trivial matter to edit the clan records to fake his death. Most would believe Maul did it, he was prone to kill anyone who he deemed a threat. 
He took off on the run, taking his beskar with him, along with the family heirloom: a knife, in typical mando’ad fashion. The hilt was of beskar, and any knowing observer would detect the telltale signs and sigils that told of his family lineage, but to most it was just a simple if particularly heavy and well decorated knife. He also bore the clan sigil on his chest, a latge shreik hawk symbol that to anyone not well versed in Mando tradition would mean little, and he easily wrote it off as just another tatoo of an exotic bird. He usually let them keep that illusion, describing it as a bad decision made after a little too much Corellian whiskey. 
The beskar had been in his family for a long time, but unfortunately for him he kept growing and he could no longer fit into it. With all the turmoil the end of the clone wars brought, he had not been able to find a mandalorian to help him modify beskar, which reauired special tools and skills known only to Mandalorian armorers, to fit his new larger frame. He sold it to keep himself on the run, vowing that one day he would reclaim the real prize, his fathers armor, a striking set of black armor with brilliant orange accents around the vizor and pauldrons emblazoned with the Vizla shriek hawk on one shoulder and a gear on the other to represent his familys legacy as tinkerers and engineers. 
He bounced around in the years following the fall of the republic, trying his hand at a number of tasks. Most failed to hold his interest, save for odd jobs he had helping build and modify weapons and tech. He even did a stint in the Imperial academy, but the things the empire had done to his home planet of mandalore were just too much to bear and he had fled, sneaking a particularly intriguing blaster carbine he had been working on modifying. 
Years later, he had heard the tales of a Madalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett, one of the most feared men in the galaxy. He looked at the techniques Boba was known to employ, and recognized them from his youth and training on Mandalore. Well if he can do it, then I can do better Kal thought to himself. He had always kept his Mandalorian heritage to himself, too noticeable in these days to really want to stick your neck out like that without a good beskar gorget to keep it protected. He had taken the alias Steve Rendar, much less noticable than the Visla surname that tended to throw up red flags to anyone remotely familiar with goings on on Mandalore. 
Kal had begun to carve out a life for himself as a bounty hunter, taking mostly small gigs from bail jumpers and other similar bounties. His skills in a fight were more that sufficient to throw down, though his cheap new armor just made him long for the feeling of good beskar. He had made his way mostly on his wits, relying heavily in his ability to cobble together tech on the fly and keep old gear useful long past its use by date. He was running badly low on supplies though, and needed a good run to a trading hub to reload on gear and perhaps pick up a couple bounties…

Chest Tattoo (Clan Symbol)