Sami was born in Neuva Vida, among the warm streets and close-knit families of the Kingdom of Hyspia.
He was raised by a modest household: his father worked as a trader of cloth and small goods, while his mother often helped neighbors with cooking, mending, and errands around the city.
As a human of Hyspian blood, Sami grew up hearing stories of Horen, the Canonist faith, and the struggles of the descendants across Aevos and the newer lands of Azuras.
Tall, brown-skinned, brown-eyed, and known for his curly hair, he was never the sort to stand out through noble birth, but he carried himself with quiet confidence and a friendly nature.
His childhood was mostly peaceful, though the talk of wars, shifting alliances, and the Horenic Covenant made him realize that even ordinary people could be affected by the choices of kings and princes.
When Sami turned eighteen, he began to feel that remaining in his family’s home would leave him with too small a life and too few chances to prove himself.
With his parents’ blessing and only a casual outfit, a few coins, and the lessons of his upbringing, he left Neuva Vida to travel the roads of Azuras.
Now Sami hopes to find honest work, meet new companions, and build a name for himself beyond the safety of his homeland.
Sami pauses at the doorway, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as he studies the floating candles above him. “You’ve been expecting me?” he asks, his voice cautious but not unfriendly.
He steps further inside and lowers himself into the chair she offered, resting his hands on his knees. “I come from Neuva Vida, in Hyspia, though I do not claim to be anyone important.” Sami glances around the worn shack, taking in the shadows and the strange glow of the candles. “My family raised me to work honestly, keep my word, and respect those who have lived longer than I have.”
He leans forward a little, curiosity beginning to overcome his unease. “I left home because I did not want my whole life to be decided before I had even seen the world beyond my own streets.” He gives the old woman a small, uncertain smile. “I hope to make something steady of myself, maybe as a worker, trader, or guard if I prove strong enough.”
“But more than that,” Sami adds, his tone growing firmer, “I want to become the sort of man my family would not be ashamed to hear stories about.”
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