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    Snyder was born to a wealthy family within the city of Renatus, Oren. He lived his life happily to the age of 16, from whence his strict father told him he must leave and begin to earn his own living. The young boy would maneuver his way around the city, occupying odd-jobs and the sort until he found himself under the guidance of an elder carpenter, who worked out of a glorious workshop. He would find himself disinterested in the work there, though discovered his passion for the role of a butler and assistant. Snyder spent some more time there, until he was 19 in fact. The elder Carpenter – John Frank – went on to pass in that year, with no children or close relatives to inherit his wealth, Snyder possessed it all. With his newfound skill and wonderful start, he went on to develop his own butler business, providing service to the Nobles of the human nation. He could keep three to five butlers on his payroll at once, and began racking up income. This would lead himself to be notable throughout the city, the rich and wealthy growing fond of him. While Snyder made his money in honest work, there were times he would use these connections to his advantage. His usual kindness could be countered as he often fell into manipulative tenancies, even forming elaborate plots to sink his enemies, Snyder would not want to be enemies with Snyder, he often joked. Snyder’s Heartlander blood fit his nature, indulging in the finer, more pleasurable things that appeared in his present. He thought about the future though sometimes disregarded it for what he could have now. He sometimes thought it was his choice because he knew he was cursed with a short life by the evil Iblees, but it was probably just the Heartlander blood. He continues to try and grow his business and connections, preferring to live lavishly over those he perceived lesser. He was a man to be reckoned with, in his own eyes at least. Through his years his distaste grew for the Uruks of Krugmar, and the Dwarves of Uruguan. He preferred his companions well managed and generally clean, leading to this prejudice. He was not a mean man, though was not one to often joke and play, he meant business, whatever it may be.
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