Seragoza

     Tyrone Williams the Southeron Farfolk was born out of wedlock in the city of Marna. The crown of Renatus must of quaked beneath the tremors of what a man was to come. Tyrone’s father Shaquille Williams worked as a laboring peasant in Marna’s great capital Senttisen, Shaque had no real friends or family in the Capital and worked stoically simply for himself, his past was one of a mystery and at times he could be found late at night drinking himself to death in the bar. Patrons would come and try to speak to him, but his gaze would point towards the floor as if the words were not even said to him. Suddenly one night when Shaque was lazily walking back to his bachelor lair a voice from the sky seemed to speak to him. “I am the spirit of fire.” the voice whispered in his ear. “What da heck?” Shaque questioned looking every which way, but no one was out this late at night. Then it all happened at once, a beautiful angle floated down out of flame appearing mystically in front of him. The siren tantalized Shaque who desired this mystically mistress. “I want to do.” Shaque firmly explained his case.  “ I know.” The fire mistress smiled, her red lips parted slightly. 

    Shaque woke up the next morning hung-over and asserted that night as a dream, till 6 month’s later he wandered back home on the same street once again, and staring at the place where the fire mistress noticed a strange noise inside a barrel. Again he checked around him, no one he was safe, he quickly opened the barrel peering inside to find the young and beautifully skinned Tyrone Williams crying. Shaque looked at the baby for a minute then looking left and right placed the lid back on the barrel walking away.

     Tyrone somehow managed to scrape by as a baby, constantly whining people would come by and give him scraps here and there, the child barely survived. Eventually once Tyrone became more consciousness at the young age of 4 he began to question his family situation. The townspeople seemed to like Tyrone for whatever reason, and a old man by the name of D’Quan took Tyrone into his gym, where at the gym he managed to bench a plate and was perhaps one of the earliest bodybuilders in all of Atlas. Tyrone would help here and there with various jobs and applications but what Tyrone loved most of all was the sweat dumbbell. He would almost nurse himself by constantly pumping iron, he could be found in D’Quan’s gym doing push-ups for hours on ends. Even women began to take notice.

     Years passed and as pressure from the goblin forces began to pressure Marna, Tyrone began to feel this. People in the city would disappear and Tyrone would get increasingly angry as he saw them leave. He attempted to  join the infantry and war, but there was no hope he was simply too young, he vowed when he was older he would join the battle. But Tyrone had other pressing matters, at night he would have strange dreams, he would see the fire mistress, he would watch his father every night. He could feel this was real, he felt a hate like no other as he watched his father turn away on him. Many years passed and Tyrone was finally old enough to serve and he warred for several years whenever he would come back he could be found with a new women at his side.

    To this day Tyrone still searches for his father, he has yet to find him, but he isn’t sure if he’d give his father the sword ( diamond ) or instead a hug.