My name is Martin de terra and I was born in a small village and have lived there for 18 years. I had a father, a mother and a little brother. When I was 7 we were robbed and my little brother killed. This was going to be the worst day of my life because I loved my little brother. Since they stole almost all of our property, we had a hard time living. But one day an unknown duo met our village and I told them the story that day. One was an adventurer and the other a knight. They helped us financially and gave my father tips on how we could make better money. My family and I were very happy to meet them and they were my role models. I assumed I would be like her one day. I learned to cook, hunt, fight, and the important things of how to think outside on my own. At 18 I was finally able to travel. My parents were strictly against it, but in the end I was able to convince them. We said goodbye to my family and the villagers. It's been 5 months since I left my village. I only had a sword and a small purse to live on. But I've visited some cities and sometimes looked for a part-time job so that I can top up my money to survive. I made some friends and have traveled the world with them. But in the end we had to say goodbye when all 2 friends died while we were on an old broken wooden bridge. The three of us were a perfect team as adventurers. Our goal was to travel the world successfully. When I made a grave for them, I've been walking the world alone ever since.
"Hello my, I am here to travel the endless world and visit as many cities as possible. I am in this beautiful city so that I want to see the culture of many others and how they live. I also want to take a break and relax. "
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