My parents got married shortly after the unification of the Holy Orenian Empire. Few days after they tried to conceive a child, only for it nine months later to come out stillborn. Thus they tried again and the same tragic actions stricked. So my parents moved to Helena to get out of the countryside, and that's why they found me. I was a poor boy raised in the slums of Helena, the parts in which all the royal family wishes to just overlook. My parents found me at 14 years old, headfirst in a garbage can looking for food. They decided to bring me home, clothe me, and feed me. I grew up with them and learned a lot. But then the three-month war started and my family became displaced. Soon we found ourselves on an overturned boat in the middle of the ocean, other civilians all around us clinging to piceases of ship wood. So now I find myself here, i’m wet, tired, hungry, and destined to find my place.
