Yevgeny was born to a peasant family in a farming hamlet south of the Duchy of Valwyck. His father was a rather well-to-do farmer for the area, that is he produced enough potatoes and beets to feed his family and have some to sell on the market. His mother was the daughter of a fishmonger. Both families originally hailed from Ruskan lands in the west of the Kingdom, both lines migrated east in search of opportunity. Through his father's hardwork, the Bogdan Farm prospered. As a child, Yev frequently explored the woodlands around Valwyck, becoming a capable woodsmen and hunter. He also assisted his father with working the farm. Yev grew up a devout Canonist, adhering particularly to the Canticle of Diligence. Yevgeny was the only one of his parent's four children to reach adulthood and as such inherited the farm in full when his parents died of lung rot during a long winter. Yev managed the farm takeover well enough, having learned from his father at his side. As a loyal subject and servant of the House of Baruch, Yev was leveed to fight in the recent war between Urguan and Oren, in which his noble lords partook in support of their allies in Urguan. His service was unremarkable and his actual participation was limited to guarding the camp.
Now established as the new owner of the small farming holding, Yev faces a long road ahead of him on his path to achieving Town Rights and a family of his own.
The one thing they never tell country folks is how loud cities can be. Especially the docks. The ship had barely turned off the River Avir before my ears were assailed with the din of the urban masses at work. From the hawking of fishmongers to the laughter of children, the collective voice of a sea of humanity was unlike anything I had heard back home. As the boat pulled closer and the walls of the harbor drew nearer, I was soon assaulted by the stench of the city. That, at least, was a familiar smell, reminiscent of the barn near the family croft. The lumbering shop, more a plodding barge, pulled along the quay and off and I jumped. I was here with a purpose, a mission. Though the mass of humanity was intimidating, on I pushed. Yet I was nary ten seconds through the crowds, thronging around the portside bazaar, when a voice called out to me.
"Welcome! What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
I turn to see a man, finely dressed, looking straight at me. His face lights with a smile as I look left and right to confirm if it was me to whom he spoke.
"Yes, yes you. Come, humor me. What brings you to our fair port?"
I know not why he spoke to me, and I know less still why I replied.
"I am searching for medicines for my village. There was a dreadful outbreak of Great Pox and many are ill. Our village herbalist died this winter and without medicines from the city, I fear the whole town will perish." Quickly, I add. "Worry not, good sir, I don't have the affliction. I survived it in my youth, during the Plague of King Armini. Please, do you know where an apothecary might be found?" My shoulders, and indeed my whole body, begin to sag, with obvious sadness.
Yevgeny viewed the well-dressed stranger with apprehension. His eyes darted to the left and right while his hands dropped to his belt, where a small hilt and coin purse lay.
"My reasons are my own, stranger. What interest would a bag like you have with the likes of me, hmm?"
Yevgeny gestured to his own clothing, a much poorer fare than the well-dressed stranger.
"Unless you know me or mine, I will be on my way. Good day."
OOC: I realize I had the PoV for the RP sample wrong based on glancing at some other applications. I have edited it accordingly.
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