He was born in a small village on The Meranesian Islands. He had no brothers or sisters, nor did he have any friends. His family lived in a home that suited them, even though Willam always demanded he had more space to himself. While a small lad, he received training in hunting and shooting, and some mild sword combat. He was specifically fond of the legends, he’d aspired to become one himself. However, his stubbornness made him a slow learner, so when he finally had the chance to leave his home, he could not. Eventually, he found yet another opportunity at the age of 22, and he took it immediately. The first thing he did was get into a long and nasty fight. It started as a normal conversation, but it turned quick into a heated argument. Once it got to the point where those involved were trying to kill each other, that’s hen his sword did the talking, but it cost several lives. He decided the time for him was now, to go off into the world and forget about his old past, and also to never be involved in things that did not concern him again. Except that was likely not at all what he got.
