Jarick was born an orphan as he grew up in the rougher parts of the Holy Orenian Empire; taken by an orphanage, he grew to learn the harsh ways of life as they were ruled by a dictator and being in such a poor and harsh environment but, he was taught in the orphanage of compassion and honour. Jarick would be told stories of the main land of Oren, the beauty of the city was described to the young man as he instantly amazed and intrigued as he began to wonder what it had to offer. Though he was then soon introduced to the harsher side of the city, the autocratic government when soldiers had raided his small village and began harassing some of the citizens to show the sign of power. The caregiver in the orphanage had told Jarick to simply comply and they will go away; this had annoyed him within thinking to himself that he could not do anything. After this event had passed; he became more motivated to travel to the main land and hopefully work hard enough to make some sort of impact within the kingdom. As times passes by, Jarick came to grew older and as he began to take his teenage years, he had decided to try and travel on his own to hopefully find a path suited for him. He had dreamed of going to other lands within Almaris but wanted to try and explore Oren beforehand.
Stepping off the boat, Jarick's boots would hit the docks of the city, somewhat stretching as he slightly inhaled, taking in the view of the fortified city within his reach. He would then notice a well-dressed gentleman who had greeted him and asked him a question. Jarick would subtly scan the man's appearance and simply squint replying with a quiet tone;
" I wish to find a path, one I call my own."
Jarick would then begin to put his hands in his pockets as it was immediately hidden by the short cloak hiding his upper body and began to walk away towards the man who had greeted him and began to make way towards the place of knowledge; the library.
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