Born as a twin into a poor household with little prospect for the future due to their Highlander mother, whos job was a Women of the Night, both he and his brother formed a bond due to their status of poverty, protecting his brother due to being strong during their early life in the Free Trade State of Sutica, his brother was enrolled into a college, however only his brother, as their mother could only afford to send one to proper schooling. as a result, Samual was sent to a Guard academy, in where he was taught swordsmanship, eventually taking it up as a hobby once he was removed from the academy for insubordination, only a year into his training.
Though not at the level of proper swordsmanship that he is at now, he knew how to use a blade, allowing him to earn money as a mercenary, though that, of course, didn't only mean killing people, he learned much in this time, such as personal protection. These skills he now uses in his travels with his brother, mainly to protect said brother.
Once his brother graduated his school, he opened a bakery. Samual soon joined along, leaving behind his prior employment, though the dream they shared of a family bakery died three years into its life when they ran out of money for their shared business and declared bankruptcy.
Ever since, the two have been a traveling duo, his brother, Jan being the brains, and the Samual being his protector on their travels.
He'd take several minimal steps back out of shock, nothing drastic, yet he was only confused as to why a rather dapper man had suddenly jumped into conversation with him, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his scabbard sword that was hidden under his Prussian Blue Coat, though returning his hands to his side once he realized the man had no malicious intent, he'd speak, his voice sounding deep and tired, "Oh, uh. No, I'm just here for my brother. He got here earlier than me; the damned boat left without me, lord knows where he by now." A light chuckle following his voice, keeping his slouched posture as he looked behind the dapper individual, worriedly looking for his lost brother, not wanting to have too much of his time consumed by this random encounter in the market place. "Hey, uh- Sir, I appreciate the conversation and all, but I really much be off now," He'd say, attempting not to be rude, adding a manufactured happy tone of voice. He hurriedly scooted past by the well-dressed gentlemen, rushing slightly more now, time now wasted, returning his hand to the hilt of his blade as he entered the crowded market place, combing his hair with his other hand before returning it to his side as he hastily walked away from the well-dressed man.
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