Born to a pair of parents who never should have had children with how little they supervised Conrad. His mom dipped when he was young, and his dad was busy finding joy at the bottom of a bottle. He has lots of small scars from all the trouble he used to get in. Even as a kid he was freakishly tall, and he liked to take out his anger on weaker kids. One day, after getting into a nasty fight with one of his kids, a fisherman came up to him and offered him part of his lunch if he sat with him for a bit. Conrad was suspicious, but free food was always pretty nice so he humored the old man. The man told a story, of how he had 4 older brothers. His dad used to punch the oldest, and then when he got too old, he moved on to the second, and so far and so on until it was his turn to get hit with that punch. By then, the punch had gotten so soft that it had barely hurt at all. But they still tried to hurt him, even if it didn't hurt as bad as it had hurt his brothers. The old man used to tell all kinds of parables like this when the two shared lunch together. At first he brushed it off as the kind of the stuff you'd hear from people in church. But the lessons started to stick.
It took time to adjust, to not let that beast out and hurt people, but with the old mans help it got easier. He found healthier outlets like fishing or going sailing, eventually earning a job as the old mans apprentice. He spent many a summer off the coast of Oren with him, catching huge tuna's and swordfish. Before he realized, he had grown into a better man. The old man dropped him off a local port one day so he could find his own path, one not controlled by who came before him.
Doing his best to carry a barrel full of fish, he moves his head to the side and puts on his best customer service smile. "Just came back from a fishing trip with the old man, you interested in buying some sir?"

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