Alvaro was born to Darla and Brendendan Vessenyr in Reza, Haense. Both were immigrants from the Holy Orenian Empire, and were strict Canonists. His mother worked as a weaver and his father a cobbler. He was an only child, and would help both his parents in their work as needed. He was quite the lonely child, and he kept to himself despite his loneliness. As a growing boy, he found it quite hard to make connections with other children, and even harder to connect with adults, especially his own parents. His strict upbringing brought him up with proper manners, a hard work ethic, and dreams of leaving home. A frail and "effeminate" boy, he wasn't suited for hard labor but his hands knew work well, and as a teen he started working as a shoe shiner and a weaver.
He stayed home for some time, but when his mother became sick and his father needed him to take care of her, Alvaro left home so he would not be trapped taking care of his parents for the rest of his life. He's spent the time since wandering between jobs and cities, desperate for a job and an opportunity.
Alvaro's sunken eyes darted around the fortified walls, in awe at their stature. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but it stood out in it's own way. His dark gaze quickly shot to the approaching form of a well dressed gentleman. The questions that were shot at him at resounding speed hung in the air for a few more moments than comfortable before Alvaro found the words to respond.
"All of the above, I suppose. Like anyone."
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