Born in Wallachia, under the rule to Vlad the Impaler of the Dracul house, by his ‘’Italian’’ mother and Hungarian father; born due to forced intercourse (and I know you know what I mean). Under the rush of the Ottoman Empire, he escaped in the northern to Transylvania after chickening out of the war, leaving his wife Caelea and his yet unnamed son behind. As Hungary was assisting Wallachia on the war, they arrested Fihnán for betrayal and sent him to a small prison in Southern-Transylvania, the closest to Wallachia; he was chosen to be used as a state slave, working for the nobles, but first must’ve been trialed. After the Ottoman threats against the Hungarian empire for assisting Vlad the Impaler’s rule, the military was reduced in the Southern-Transylvanian parts, leading to revolts, thefts and more crimes, thus Fihnán being freed by one of his new friends, Beamon, a corrupted Hungarian soldier who was driven into thefts by poverty. Together, they moved up Hungary’s most important city--Budapest. He found himself working in nobles’ farmlands, but separated from his friend Beamon after he was taken by the authorities for forced intercourse outside a brothel that both him and Fihnán visited many times during their stay there, something which was seen as unacceptable. After meeting himself with Vindehl Lockeers inside a brothel, he was offered a cup of purple, sparkling drink (not lean), who was told to offer him quote-to-quote ‘’-entrance to a better world, purer world’’. Fihnán laughed off his offer, chugging down the mug as he was thinking the man was just a crazed person. His vision slowly getting blurry, incoming headaches and incoherent voices, he was woken up by the screeches of the owls at midnight, as a silhouette was dancing on the bow of the boat, humming a beautiful song. He sat up, looking at the silhouette as he realised it stopped humming, as dizziness took over his body--assleep. (This bio. is f-ed up, I know)
