Sylvar grew up in a camp full of bandits who were different races. This group was located in Haense. His dad fought against the undead while defending Aeriel. He always excelled at fighting skills using the sword a knife or bow. He always had to fight for his place in between the other kids he was liked but they were jealous of his skills. His father passed away when he was 15 and his mother when he was 17 both of h is parents got killed by highlanders. From that day on he had to fight every day for his own survival. The group moved from time to time he did not have any schooling and cant read. He did not like the way he lived and wanted more adventure instead of moving and doing chores. He wanted to die whilst doing what he loves most fighting!
‘’I’m here to become the best fighter of the lands far and wide!’’ he said assured and walked away.

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