I was born 7. May in a poor family with two brothers (Falk and Jorek) and one sister (Mia), on a farm far away from civilization because my parents didn't like people. My parents, Sisill and Rok, both humans were killed not long after my birth by orcs that raided. They were driven people who had to work everyday for us to survive, because we were so many in the familiy it was a big demand for food. That's why we lived on a farm to survive. Hence my parents died in an early age, me and my brothers and sister had to tend for ourselves. Farming, washing, fixing up the farm and keeping ourself protected from griefers. We stayed on the farm for the most of our lives until one day where my sister god kidnapped by elves and me and my brothers had to find her. We searched land to land, but never found her. My brother Falk also drowned in an attempt to sail the open seas on an attepmt to find her. With only me and Jorek left we had to train ourselves and survive to this very day. Where we both finally arrived at bazaar.
Hi uh.... Pardon? I wasn't really listening, I admired the beautiful landscape of ba-bazaar, right? I guess adventuring.. Why do you ask? And... Who are you? I really want to some my friends back home that I matter. I really want to acknowledge them that I am strong and can become a mighty warrior!
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