As a young boy I was raised by my mother in a small desert tribal community by the coast. My mother would tell me stories about when she lived in the Caliphate. My father left my mother when I turned 2 and I haven’t seen him since then. In my teen years, my friends and I would sneak out to go to a nearby town and hang out around the docks. I was kicked out of my mothers tent at 15 and went on to ride with a gang of pirates. While pirating, I have seen some gruesome things. One day our ship was taken by orcs and I barely got away. I lost my crew and everything I had. At 18, I began wandering. My birthday was a few days ago. I have a moderate fear of arachnids. Above-average intelligence but hardly every uses it. I act before I think most of the time unless I am being careful. Does not follow a religion but does not care if someone believes in any. Has a slight pirate-speak accent.

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