He was born to two good Mando parents, remnants of the Shonar clan. His mother Senaara was a baar'ur, and his father Kaleb was a ver'verd.

He was the vaar'ika of the family, smaller than his two brothers and physically unimpressive. He was always promised that he'd hit his growth spurt and shoot up higher, but he grew slowly until he stopped at just five-foot-six and a half. He would often stress that extra half inch. When you're a good seven inches shorter than your brothers, you take every decimal place you can get.

Being smaller than his brothers and peers, he was often picked on. He frequently got into fights, which he usually lost, but he never let his brothers go beat up whoever he tangled with. He'd fight his fights himself.
His father saw this and wanted to toughen him up so he could better hold his own, but his mother decided that it was an opportunity to train him as a baar'ur. If he wasn't going to be as physical as the others, he could dedicate more attention to his mind. Ijaat decided he wanted both (and no free time, apparently).

He threw himself into his physical training more aggressively than his siblings and peers, pushing his limits and conditioning his body to be fast, strong, and tough.
As part of this training, he would do the parallel bars. When he came of age and got his armor, he did them in full kit, training his body to handle the extra weight.
At the same time, he studied medicine under his mother and the clan's other medical personnel, learning the basics of combat first aid and treatment, essential for a baar'ur in the field.
And of course, he practiced marksmanship. He became quite fond of his father's hand cannon of a pistol, an old twin-barrelled monstrosity with as much or more stopping power at close range than a blaster rifle.

When he came of age, his father passed on the HH-50 to him, but also insisted that he carry a carbine for longer-ranged engagements, as the pistol has ridiculously short range.

In his first engagement, he charged to the front with reckless abandon to aid the soldiers pressing the attack and assist anyone who got too far ahead, dragging back several wounded comrades to treat them for their injuries.
His baptism of fire brought him glory, but that glory was quickly forgotten when he learned that his father had been killed. He wasn't doing anything foolish, he wasn't bested in a fight, it was one of those things that just happens in a battle. Dush'kara.

He and his brothers returned home saddened by the loss, and their mother was devastated by the news. For several days, Kaleb's Strill, Alor'uus, couldn't seem to understand, or maybe accept, that its master wouldn't be coming home. It would nose up against the front door and whine, waiting for Kaleb to return.
After it finished mourning, Ijaat took ownership of Alor'uus, and the Strill quickly accepted the new arrangement.

Ijaat has very strong protective instincts and a kind nature, and he hates bullies. He has a good bedside manner, inherited from his mother, but his easygoing demeanor belies a certain stubbornness; he will not let his good nature be taken advantage of.

Given his small stature, Ijaat's age, skill, and strength are often underestimated by those who don't know him, and this is both an irritant and an advantage to him.

Belief: Honor
He adheres to the Resol'nare and greatly values his honor as a Mandalorian. He'll fight with honor, and he'll fight to defend the honor of himself, his friends, and his clan. While he's used to being insulted and can resist being goaded into a fight, he won't suffer insults to honor.

Conflict: Comrades
Intensely loyal, nothing is stronger than bonds of blood and he'll lay down his life for his comrades. He'll charge recklessly into a storm of plasma to drag a vod to safety, he'll keep his cool under withering fire as he treats grievous wounds, and he'll fight with an animal ferocity to protect those he's taken into his care.

Ambition: Family
He wants to meet a nice Mando girl ("nice" by Mandalorian standards, so aruetii might debate that description) and start a family. He's determined to become a good buir like his father and grow the clan. Mandalorians' strength was once in their numbers, and he wants to do his part to restore that.
For now, though, his family is Alor'uus, and he dotes on the dawoor'la creature.

(+5=+1,000 credits) Family (10): He maintains close ties with his mother and his two older brothers, and will always do his best to be there for them when they need it.
Even if his brothers did call him vaar'ika when they were adiike.

24 years old and short, Ijaat packs as much muscle into his small frame as he can manage and has impressive biceps, though they aren't visible when he's wearing his armor, sadly. Pretty much the only defining feature that is is his small stature, something that results in his being mistaken for a 15-year old frustratingly often.
He has close-cropped blond hair, green eyes, and a boyish grin that mostly comes out when playing with his Strill.
Age: 24
Height: 5'6.5 (1.69 meters)
Build: Small, but sturdy and strong
Hair: Blond, close-cropped
Eyes: Green
Homeworld: Katraasii
Armor: Primarily black (justice) with red highlights (honoring a parent).
His hand cannon is holstered at his right hip, the GALAAR-15 is holstered at the small of his back. He has a stimpack injector and some small medical tools in his vambraces, with additional implements in his utility belt.