Patrick James Ronin grew up in the rust belt of the northeast in the late 70s and enlisted in the army when he was 17. He forged his father's signature and told the recruiting sergeant that he wanted to sign up and leave that same day for boot camp. His father worked in a factory and his mother was a typical stay at home mom. He wasn't escaping a bad home life he just knew he couldnt afford to go to college and he didnt want to work in a factory like his father. Joining the Army gave him a way to escape the cycle of wage earning barely above the poverty level. There were only two specialties available to him if he insisted on shipping that day. Cook or field artillery. He knew he didnt want to be a cook so I guess they would make an artilleryman out of him. In basic training "Ronin, Patrick J" was shortened to "PJ" by the drill sergants and the nickname stuck. He got to fire every weapon the army had in its aresenal and he found the artillery gun crew to be like a small family. After few years and a few stripes he decided the army was to his liking an he felt like he found a home. In the first Gulf war he got to fire rounds into Iraq and clean up the highway of death. After a few more years and his first rocker (sfaff sergant stripes) he became a gun chief and had his own crew. Just a few more years and he would make it to 20 and get his retirement. Maybe a nice civil servant job as a "feather merchant" to compliment his retirement pay.

Everything changed when he deployed for Iraqi Freedom. His artillery unit was re-trained to be Military Police because there was such a shortage of MP's. They were stuck with the task of securing the Iraq-Kuwait border where there was no action. Trucks crossing into and out of Iraq 24-7 non-stop. Endless vehicle searches and watching all the US troops roll north into Iraq. Criminal elements out of Safwan just north of the border were hi-jacking trucks just as they were about to enter into Kuwait. They would kidnap the contractor driver and hold them for ransom. Sergant Ronin's squad was assigned to work as a security detail for a CID (Criminal Investigation Division) Agent who was exchanging ransom money for a kidnapped US contract truck driver. Agent Eglerion was in charge of the operation with Sergeant Ronin's squad securing the perimeter of a shit hole house that looked like it would fall over. Eglerion (call sign "Cajun") had Sergeant Ronin go with him to make the drop while the squad was outside securing the perimeter. As they enter a back room shots are fired and the two men return fire killing three armed gunmen. No US truck driver to be found. More MPs show up to help clear the scene. Agent Eglerion talks with them and disappears. Several days later Sergeant Ronin is hauled in for questioning. Why did they kill unarmed men? What happened to the one million dollars cash that was being used for ransom? Ronin had no answers but to say it was Agent Eglerion's operation that his squad was only in support. He is informed Eglerion was not a CID Agent but was a contractor hired by the insurance company paying the ransom. None of the MP's at the scene admit to seeing Eglerion and they have made statements that Ronin carried the cash and led the operation. Sergeant Ronin is taken into custody and held at Camp Arifjan in Kuwait then shipped back to Fort Sill, Oklahoma for trail. It takes months for the trial and witnesses dry up. The army looks bad to the insurance company for the botched operation and someone is going to pay for it. Sergeant Ronin is found guilty of mansalughter and theft but is given credit for time served. He is reduced to the rank of E-1 and given a dishonorable discharge. He is given a severance with back pay from his tour in Iraq and his walking papers. His plans for retirement and an honorable life are gone.

Out on the streets with little to no prospect for a decent job he decides he must find Eglerion or "Cajun" to clear his name. From some of his long time army friends who are in special operations he finds out the Eglerion is former Special Ops trained backwoodsman from the swamps of southern Louisiana. He's a mercenary for hire now working for drug cartels as a gun runner. He was last seen making drug and weapons deals in Hathian. He is also known to come in and party in town. Ronin's only chance it to find Eglerion and confront him. The man destroyed his life and every day that goes buy Ronin slides deeper into the cesspool of life on the fringe of society. He holds on to his values but he is beginning to lose grip.

Ronin is working as a bouncer at Lou's in hopes that maybe Eglerion will stumble in for a drink. When he's not bouncing at Lou's he's searching the streets for the Cajun. His first night in town he met Blissfull Apathy who offered that he could crash on her couch when he had no place to stay. He is fiercely loyal to those who show small acts of kindness in this very rough town. He's now staying with Blissful until he can get his feet on the ground. She has her own friends and business dealings on the side so he tries to provide her some security when he can. He never know's who might provide him a clue to the whearabouts of the Cajun. How to get Eglerion to come forward and clear his name will be another challenge should he ever find him. In the meantime he will do his best to get along and try to build some kind of life here. He has a mistrust of law enforcement and big brother government for the way they treated him and tossed him out like trash. He has developed sympathy for those down on their luck and those living in the underbelly of society that have been treated the worse then him. He is developing a dislike for those who flaunt their education and success because it magnifies his failure.