Born in a small farming providence of Corun, life has always been small for little Iestra. There’s only one problem however; he’s larger than life. His father always seemed to be disappointed in him, he was never good enough. While all the other boys wrestled and played with balls he would sit in the house with his mother and help her weave. Under constant ridicule he left at the age of 12 and went to Corun, sleeping under trees and stables and grabbing food wherever he could go. He started to do odd jobs here and there until he found a stable job. The man who hired him sent him to do different jobs and such. When he was 15 the man approved of his work and he was adopted. He had food on the table and for the first time he had a true father figure. 3 years later he turned 18 and he was celebrating a full day with his step-brother. A few drinks later they stumbled home in bliss it would have been a happy day but his step-father kicked him out after catching him and his step-brother in bed. His step-father screamed and cursed at the both of them and yelled that he would kill Iestra if he ever saw his face again. Running as fast as he could with tears in his eyes he knew he could never return. Hoping to start a new life he changed his look a bit. He spent his days in travel working out by running and lifting bolders, he adopted some beaten armor and wore deerskin on his head. Hopefully his odd appearance would make others look away and hopefully his newly acquired muscles would help him ward off against those who inteded to do harm. After traveling for awhile he found himself in Rubern and thats where his story begins.
“A new beginning” he’d say with a smile on his face. “I want to settle down and start a family, I’ve been running all my life but I will face my life head-on and no one will stop me. If fame and fortunes follow I wouldn’t say no to it.” he’d wink at the handsomely dressed man and continued on his way. His head high he didn’t look back as he awaited the revision of his life.

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