Killer_Chronic20

My father was just 52 years old when, he met my mother it didn't take long for my mother and father to fall in love and have a child. My mother died during child labor and my father took me away. My father Ulf Varaad protected me, and taught me to defend myself with a dagger he had given me at the age of 7. At the age of 10 a pack of wild wolves had invaded our home in our village, villagers panicking left and right my father and i stood our ground though i was scared and wanted to run, on the other hand my father wouldn't run due to his lack in fear and welcoming of death. At the age of 12 bandits had raided our village my father and i stood our ground and put the facts of defense into effect as my father and i fought beside each other i could see I wanted to be just like him, fearless and strong. At the age of 19 Ansel's birthday was coming up but his village was again raided they fought a good fight but his father was over powered and killed in battle a hero's death, Ansel was so pissed when he saw his father fall in battle he stood up for his whole village and took down as many bandits as he could before fleeing. A few days later Ansel went back looking for his fathers body he found the body and a note reading "Son if you survive this and i am long gone there is something in our home i made a long time ago when you were born, a suit of armor very similar to mine and my blades are yours never forget i will always with you, you are now the last of the Varaad bloodline and the last Alkalorian alive."  Ansel picked his father up bringing his lifeless body to his home and cleaned up the old man before placing the helmet of the armor on his father and sending his body on a raft into the river before setting the raft ablaze sending the old Alkalorian to Valhalla a hero and at peace.