Mikhail, a broad shouldered peasant born from a shed in a middle of a long forgotten village in the lands of Arcas. Born to a family of wheat farmers, he spent his youth as a ordinary farm hand, helping plow the crops and occasionally milk the neighbors cattle for extra pay and farmer's renown in which he enjoyed receiving from other farm estates, based in the war torn Guise.
Educated in the most basic and rather important aspects of life, religion. Mikhail was a devout Canonist and preached the teachings of Canonism far and wide to every traveler for the sake of being pious and earning a humble reputation. He also intended to vist the Grand Library of Dragur one day for further knowledge, however it seemed out of his reach due to his position and well, isolation.
Milkhail was fortune and unfortunate at the same time, his parents owned a plot of land where as others were renting or leasing from their feudal lord, the issue was that as the village was slowly decaying due to a lack of leadership, town guard, and economic crisis it only took one conflict for the village to fall into chaos and become a bandit infested breeding ground, looters, brigands, mercenaries – all who wield a sword crossed paths with Miklhail both in a positive and a negative fashion.
As the years went on and Mikhail reached his youth, as a young man. Few options were open for him as he was a simple farmer, uneducated with numbers and other useful occupations – this forced him to spend time with mercenaries that sought out young, poor, uneducated lads to be their meat shields. Mikhail rose from a dull life style and leaped into the Martial life style, serving as a caravan guard, body guard, tavern guard, you name it. Mikhail later on left the group in seek of higher rewards and risk into the lands of Haense and local villages, still a fresh blooded soldier of fortune with zero kills to his name, he wishes to gain renown, silver coins and of-course land as every poor fockin’ infantry trooper could ever hope for.
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Mikhail blinks his eyes at the well-dressed gentlemen, he’d adjust his posture before turning his attention to him “Hail to you, Sirrah!” he responded joyfully before examining his attire “I care not for treasure n’ coin, just for a stable income to bring the occasional bread n’ wine to the table, a job one would say” he responded bluntly, placing his hands on his hips.
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