martini_police

Born into a family of hunters in the deep woodlands, my father was born into lower, impoverished lower nobility but his family had their estate destroyed and seized due to war, and my mother was of the lower-classes in the city of Sutica, yet she was astonishingly beautiful. Fleeing from the world, my father built a home in the woods and taught me from a young age taught the family heritage to me, which included the virtues of honor, the fight for the greater good, and one that became most important for our survival as hunters, the art of archery and remarkable cunning. However, he tried to also teach me the pacifism that had been ingrained inside his psyche due to the suffering he had endured prior to the destruction of his first home. I was always resentful of this, and I has resulted in a conquest-driven, lunatic-like blood lust and paranoia in me that I struggle with combating through alcoholism and depression, and a hope to revitalize the name of my family and create a new legacy. As my father passed away of old age, followed by my mother of cancer, I burned my father’s woodland cabin as I desired to find a new path for myself, to revolt against his pacifism and embrace the warrior spirit embedded inside of my heart. Making my way sojourning throughout the land, I ended up a petty thief inside the walls of Ves. However, as the Beet Boyz came to power in the city, I was inspired by their conquering spirit and with exuberant vigor rushed to join their ranks. Being initiated into the ranks, I was able to make a place for myself as a new recruit inside the group.

Born into a family of hunters in the deep woodlands, my father was born into lower, impoverished lower nobility but his family had their estate destroyed and seized due to war, and my mother was of the lower-classes in the city of Sutica, yet she was astonishingly beautiful. Fleeing from the world, my father built a home in the woods and taught me from a young age taught the family heritage to me, which included the virtues of honor, the fight for the greater good, and one that became most important for our survival as hunters, the art of archery and remarkable cunning. However, he tried to also teach me the pacifism that had been ingrained inside his psyche due to the suffering he had endured prior to the destruction of his first home. I was always resentful of this, and I has resulted in a conquest-driven, lunatic-like blood lust and paranoia in me that I struggle with combating through alcoholism and depression, and a hope to revitalize the name of my family and create a new legacy. As my father passed away of old age, followed by my mother of cancer, I burned my father’s woodland cabin as I desired to find a new path for myself, to revolt against his pacifism and embrace the warrior spirit embedded inside of my heart. Making my way sojourning throughout the land, I ended up a petty thief inside the walls of Ves. However, as the Beet Boyz came to power in the city, I was inspired by their conquering spirit and with exuberant vigor rushed to join their ranks. Being initiated into the ranks, I was able to make a place for myself as a new recruit inside the group.