Born in Markev, the capital of Haense, Willem grew up enduring the conflict of the Czena Republic between the Southern Nations and Renatus-Marna. Life was never easy as the southern Haense lands was beaten in the cold, most crop that grew, surprisingly, only being enough to get him by. His Father working in the inn, Willem was exposed to much of a rugged people always sprawling about drunk in their living. Always big for his age, it granted him the strength though little, to help his Father in moving the barrels and assortments all about. He did his part for his old man. Time would go on and Willem lived his simple life working for his Father and making some coin on the side as he grew into a light gambling, his silence proving strong in showing off his bets. Hauling each day and stumbling the next, there was no grandeur to his life. Coming of age, Willem’s Father had passed in the time and he was left to pay the loans his Father took by the broker, or move on - So moved on he did. Going to the capital of Renatus, Carolustadt, he had begun an adventure that will prove in his time breathing from that moment.

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