The Tarragon family lived in a small lodge out in the North of the Isles of Arcas. The household consisted of Taliya, the mother, Brent, the father, Celia, the daughter, and Regulus, the son. Their life of solitude seemed to make everyone except Regulus happy. At the time, he was 14 years of age, meanwhile his sister was 8 and his parents were both 45. Regulus sought adventure and wanted to meet new people, but he kept this to himself, as if his parents were to find out, he knew he would surely be scolded for thinking of betraying the families beliefs. During his childhood, he was inspired by the countless tales he had heard about the war between Renatus and Hanseti and made him long for a life of escapade similar to the great warriors he had learnt about. The one thing in his life that did bring him happiness was his younger sister as their bond was unbreakable. He would watch over her and treat her as if she were his own child, he was willing to lay down his life for her.
One day, Regulus and his father got into an argument and he ended up barging out of the lodge and into the snowy night. After only a few minutes, he found himself lost as he was never good with directions. He began to overhear screams sounding from what could only be the house. He bolted towards the sound, hoping that everything was alright. Regulus finally emerged from the foliage to see a tower of flames rising into the sky. The lodge was being reduced to nothing but cinders. He fell to his knees in disbelief. Regulus clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palm, causing them to bleed. He stood up and charged straight for the house. He immediately headed for his parents room, barging right through the door. On the ground remained nothing but mere ashes...He fell back in fear and quickly turned around and raced to his sister's room. He feared for the worst and as he slowly creaked the door open, he was met with a moment of relief. There she was, however, she was quivering in dread.
He rushed up to her and helped her up, exclaiming that they had to escape now before it was too late. They exited through the front door and were blown from the front porch as the house combusted into a flurry of flames. Their bodies were thrown onto the snowy terrain, skidding across sheets of ice. Regulus crawled in anguish, trying to reach Celia, but she had died from the combustion. He stood up and turned to face Celia, grabbing her limp, cold hand and placing it to his forehead. He swore that he would honor the family legacy and avenge them. He soon came to learn that his house had been attacked by a combine of Orcs from the Great War, only attacking his home purely for their enjoyment.
For the next 5 years, Regulus spent his time learning multiple skills and trying to collect money in any way that he could. By his 19th birthday, he already had his own set of tools, a small amount of food, very little money, and a few different assortments of clothing. In all that time however, he kept interactions with others to a minimum and tried his best to avoid civilization.
