Bellemere was born to a typical orcish tribe within the war nation of Krug! Spending the first few years of his life with them, up until one night, in which he was taken hunting with his father- he found himself separated from the main group, attacked on his lonesome by all manor of beast, left to die bleeding out in the middle of nowhere.
A few hours passed... Nothing, he remained clinging to life, until he was come across by a band of kindly merchants, an old man and lady travelling by cart. he was immediately taken into their care, they saved his life, nurturing him far into his late teens. He learned the basics of grammar and literature, taking a liking to reading and the sort. He spent the majority of his days unburdened by his past, travelling town to town with his new parents, unfortunately, this could not last long- It was only a matter of time before the merchants ran into bandits, such happened, pillaging the caravans belongings and the kindly murchants lives.
Bellemere was out doing errands when this occurred, and upon returning was devastated, spending days mourning their death. Now he fends for himself, distancing himself from most who approach him, in fear they'll end up dead.
Immediately as he dismounted the vessel, Bell found his gaze stolen by the various stalls, silently debating whether or not he should go to browse, before being surprised by the gentleman, snapped out of his brood "Ah! Y... Yes- erm nothing of the sort really just- Y'know... Visiting? Tourism...?" He replied in a slight murmur, averting his gaze

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