Rona Orden was born into a lower-middle class family on Corellia; with a mechanic father and stay at home mother with an interesting past. He spent his early days assisting his old man in the shop (when he wasn't learning how to use a Corellian bow from his mum), fixing speeders and swoops, and the occasional starship when someone was really desperate for a gearhead who wouldn't ask too many questions.

Through this he met a fair number of illegitimate business-people, and against the wishes of his parents, decided to seek fame and fortune as something of an assassin for hire, which the underworld was happy to help him learn the trade of. However, the curse of his family bringing him up right in most other ways shone through, and he realized he had too much of a conscience for just any old jobs.

Of course, this was while on an assignment to track down and kill a local councilwoman on Ord Mantell, who he fell hopelessly in love with during his time planning the best place to carry out his contract. Even though he knew they could never be together, he confessed to his contract and his love and warned her to escape the planet. She refused (all of it), but was nice enough not to let the Sector Rangers and Planetary Police Force arrest him.

As is the norm in these criminal undergrounds, there was a Hutt involved; this one named Mulgo, who took Rona's lack of work ethic a little more than personally (especially as the councilwoman concerned was spearheading the shutting down of his drug smuggling operations, and her dying would have been a wonderful outcome - now her efforts would be redoubled as she knew she was having an effect).

So Rona, naturally, had a small falling out with his once brothers in crimes, and had to go on the run in order to save his own skin. However, the galaxy is a big place, and humans seeking fortune are so easy to come by; thus Rona doesn't hold too great of a fear Mulgo's men will find him, he just sleeps with one eye open so he doesn't miss the great sights you see at night... In back alleys, shanty slums and bad rooms of worse cantinas...

Ambition - Fame: Rona seeks to make a name for himself, even it it draws the eye and ire of a certain kajidic he ran away from.

Cause - The Weak/Charity: Ever the man his parents raised him to be, Rona is something of a criminally bleeding heart. While it frustrates him that some people just cannot seem to help themselves, he still winds up doing what he can to alleviate their issues anyhow (sometimes not even in a violent way).

Standing at six foot and one important inch, Rona has rough brown hair and piercing green eyes. He doesn't take too much stock in the way he seems, but if you were to judge him based on appearance he has that natural roguish look of a Corellian who has often managed to escape trouble by the breadth of a hair.

He dresses simply, carries his weapons where people can see them so they know he knows how to use them, and is outwardly cheery (when things are going his way). Sometimes it may be a few days between shaves, so Rona can often be spotted sporting a ten o'clock shadow, though he tries to keep it from looking hideously scraggly.

Over the years he has learned to play the flute, and does so for no real reason other than he enjoys the skill needed and the sound it makes. Sometimes it has seen him fed, while at others it has seen him thrown from establishments. The latter seems to occur more often after heavy drinking precedes.