Gaelio Fareed was born to the humble family of shepherds. With lineage hailing back to the Orenian Empire of old, with a small twinge of Farfolk mixed in from somewhere. His Father, John was a quiet and somber man who spoke little, whilst his doting mother, Alayne was the complete opposite. The heart of the family, if you will. Raised alongside him were several older brothers, those being: John, Mark, and Adam. His two younger sisters were Mary, and Abigail. Living in such a small village with such a large family was the norm for most of the peasant class, most of which kept their head to the ground and simple things. However, Gaelio was not just the black sheep in name but also in spirit. He did not want to settle down quite yet. He wished to set out and find himself a bit of that story told by the village elder, Prodayo. And so on his eighteenth birthday he found himself closing the gate to the house one last time, waving over his shoulder and setting out with few belongings. A wrapped loaf of bread still warm from home and hearth tucked away for the road.
