Éored, was born to a human father that served with a mercenary company in Sutica and left at the young age of five and an Elven mother. After his father had left, Eored moved to Providence during the reign of Joseph II, the now dead Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire. However, during the Sedanian Rebellion, his mother decided it was not safe to live in Providence anymore; this caused the two to move to Norland. Eored was very close to his mother and often helped her with daily struggles around the home such as cooking and tending to the animals. The young Adunian was very unattractive and didn't get along with many of the children of his small villages amongst the border of Norland. However Eor had gained one friend amongst the small village folk, a young street urchin boy just a few winters older then himself by the name of Theodwyn. Éored looked up to Theo as an older brother figure and became his first role model. Eor would follow Theodwyn everywhere, getting into trouble often with his newly found friend. Memories of Theo and Eor's adventures usually fade back into his mind, remembering the time they stole all the tools from the local blacksmith and handing it to other children of the village. However Eor also remembers the times he wish he could forget. On a normal day Eor and Theo would find trouble and go running into the thick countryside littered with trees soaring to the sky. Eor and Theo would find the largest tree they could find and begin to climb however Theo would lose his footing and begin to fall towards the ground. "Theo!" Eor voice echoed throughout his head whilst he watched his friend fall to his death. Vividly remembering this scene that continues to haunt him for the rest of his days. Eor attempting to escape this thought that litters his mind, went on the run and left the former life he remembers behind.
Éored nod a bit, looking away from the man and towards the city, "I wish to work at the tavern here, start simple." He then paused for a moment, looking back at the man, "Buy a house, find a wife, and start a business. I heard my father used to work as a mercenary." He paused again, but this time to pull out his blade, handing it to the man to inspect. On the blade was engraved his family crest on the wooden hilt of the blade, "This was my father's before he went missing. I wish to follow in his footsteps of a warrior." Eor then motioned for the blade to be handed back to him, sheathing it once retrieved. "So, I suppose, to answer your question, all of the above. I wish to make my name known." Without giving the man time to respond, he dipped his head and continued into the walled city.
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