Edward Mith was born in a small Norlandic town back in Arcas. His parents were peasants, saving every mina they could to afford their small homes. His parents have always told him to 'never bathe', as they firmly believed that, if everyone bathed, all of the water in the world would suck into their pores, and everyone would thirst to death. To this day, Edward still believes this. He never steps outside in the rain. His body is always caked in a thin layer of dirt and dead skin. When he was a young adult, he was already beginning to see the effects of his actions. At the age of 20, he was beginning to have extreme back problems. His bones were rattling, his entire body was aching, but, he believed he was helping the environment. He joined the Norlandic military, somehow, breaking all of the possible odds. A slight mix-up in the paperwork resulted in him being enlisted, and an unrelated, perfectly healthy man with a similar name being denied for 'bad humors'. Soon after joining the military, Edward Mith realized his mistake. The work the militia put him through was quite literally killing his feeble, diseased body. After only a year, Edward fled the military, after his commanding officer attempted to force him to take a bath. He never saw combat, and left all of the money he had been paid at his bunk. The military frankly, was happy they were able to get rid of him. The Sutican war was about to start, and many of his commanding officers believed this man would cause much more harm than good. After he left the military, he spent his days farming wheat on his family's plot, still refusing to bathe, collecting physical illnesses like a dwarf collecting jewels, until, finally, he looked on his deathbed at the age of 50. He's still happy. He's glad he's able to live a carefree life, barely doing any work and sleeping in the world's smallest shack. And he still hasn't bathed.
