At the age of 4 he ran away from his home in Santegia because his parents would always fight and his father was always the victor with his harsh words and using the help of the back of his hand. Once he was deep in the forests he realized he was lost and he regretted running away. Even though the house he lived in had a man with a unjust sense of morals, it was still a home. He looked around then lay against a tree crying himself to sleep.
When he woke up he saw a small fire between the trees, he followed and found a small cabin in the woods. There he was adopted by a man and woman who took care of him until now, he would always be very grateful and he became more optimistic always believing that things can always get better and will. They named him Lost because, well, obvious reasons. He spent his time helping them with the small farm, running around the forest not letting the cabin get out of site, or practicing archery with his adoptive father. He soon became proficent with the bow and would hunt small rabbits and other tinny creatures to bring back and have cooked as a meal.His adoptive parents died 2 years ago and the cabin burned down a few days ago. Now he returns to Santegia, wondering what to do having few currency and no home other than a sheet, a bow, and some boxes in the woods. He is looking around towns to find jobs or any kind of work. He might even bend a few morals if it means food for more than a few more days and a actual shelter.

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