Ryanin had the most typical of upbringings. His father a soldier, his mother often stayed with him for long periods of time. All through his years, he played with his two younger brothers. In a way it could be said that they trained together. Him and his brothers would play fight. They would explore the woods and get lost. As they got older, they even worked out together, building their muscles, becoming stronger. In their early teen years, they loved it when their dad came home and listened to his stories of fighting. Often times they would take these stories outside and reenact them with imaginary guns in their hands. This is how two of the three went on to be soldiers. Ryanin dreamed of fighting for what is right. And that's exactly what he would do. The day he turned of age, he left to fight with the Mandolorians, having distant family roots with them.
Basic training was a breeze for him, he was in his peak physical abilities. Marksmanship came naturally, and learning how to fit in to the military was simple. As an enlisted soldier, Ryanin was sent to fight in all sorts of places. After years of work, he was high enough in the ranks and respected enough to make his own decisions. It was time to fight where he wanted, to fight freely with his higher up brothers.