He grew up in a large clan always looking to prove himself, he took to blades quickly and rose in the ranks of the militia but in his young ages (whilst he was low in ranks) his clan was attacked by a scouting group of high elves his father and 3 brothers were injured enough to put them in beds forever and his mother left to care for them by herself. His ancestors fought in the Iblees' War and gave great honour to his family's name making it abnormal for the family to lose because of their strong pride. He was left as the man of the family to avenge his family and clan. he left his clan to go rouge and kill very last high elf he saw, only by the moonlight and never at day, in his travels he met people along the way never trusting them and never staying longer then a week with everyone he met. He was paranoid and would never rest until his mission was a success. at his currant age he had a river of blood to his name and a list of hits to him as well.
As he entered the bazaar he looked around slowly taking in the air and the people, when looking around he noticed a man starting to come towards him and he stood in front of him and asked the question; “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?” He then replied in a calm tone but slightly aggressively, ''I'm looking for a party. I need some men, strong able creatures and enough for a adventure. Men of weapons and cooking and they would have to ready for anything.''...

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