Born in The Kingdom of Renelia, New Magarah’lin, to a couple well past their youth, however still full of life.
A few years after birth, he was sent to an education facility, but was pulled out again soon after, as his family grew poorer and poorer.
Eventually his father decided to join the military against his mother’s wishes, and they were able to live in some wealth again.
He was left to his own devices, often laughed at on the streets, as he was no longer in school, and roamed the city.
As a result he became nimble and could travel well.
He took up a job as an apprentice to a cartographer, and came to know much of the world, but not it’s cultures.
He took a liking also to the underground silkworm farms, at home in the dark alleys behind the machinery.
He never got his mark, he did not follow the Kervira faith , as he never knew Laura, or her to help him.
He made a friend in the city, but it lasted only weeks, for his friend despised his lack of religion.
His mother made him a family signet at the age of 18, and he wears it proudly, hoping to make a better name for his family.
He acquired his first blades from a scholar, shocked at his lack of education, and was taught to use daggers, and learned to love blue steel.
He learned with aggression, for he would make his own destiny.
He was learned, against his will, to honor his ancestors, as they were strict on religion.
He know spends his time tending to his mother, however he yearns for adventure, having heard of the great prosperity of Sutica.
Epeon he polity smiles. “Adventure, good sir. Forgive me if I don’t converse further, I have places to go.” He walks off and shuts down any further attempts at conversation. A few steps later he frowns as he ponders the man’s intentions.
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