Bikaro

His parents were travellers who left Reedsborough with a group of other halfling to explore the world, untill one day his mother died of a sickness when he was young, and years after, when he was 24, orcs attacked their camp to steal their resources, and ended up killing his father and 3 other halflings of the group, but they were able to make the orcs flee, and after that, he learned that he didn't want to see the people he cared about die anymore, but that also gave him a fear of death to himself, untill one day, while looking for a book to read on the elder collection, he found a book about necromacy that made his perspective change, he still feared death, but also started to get a strange feeling and fascination about that, even tho in the book was only vaguelly stated what it was. On his 28th anniversary, one of his friends called Lance gave him a white headband that he always carries with him. Some months later was when he decided that he wanted to travel alone, to find a stable halfling collony/village, where he could live and make a new cicle of friends that he would want to protect, and a home he would be able to come back to, and maybe one day, find more about the dark magic of necromacy, even with the concequences that may come with it...

An Antunian, born in the Varodyr Clan, on a normal family, not rich but also not so poor, consisting with a 46 year old father caled Enric Thule, a 44 year old mother called Taylor Thule and a 10 year old brother called Alastair Thule, lived a normal life with a happy family and two caring best friends wich were a boy 2 years younger than him, called Lance, and a girl 1 year older than him, called Sophie wich parents were friends with my parents. On my 10h birthday, Sophie gave me a red scarf because she saw me say several times to my mother that I was cold, because birthday is in the winter, so I carry that scarf to everywhere I go, and Lance gave me customised pair of gloves, that I carry always with me too but among those presents, the one who surprised me the most was the one my brother gave me, it was my first Bow, one that I later named Loch Ascella (means Lake Wind in Thuaidian). At the age of 11, my brother formed as an apprentice of medic, and seeing the evolution of my brother and how he helped and saved people, in the next year, I started training combat and agility to become a warrior or an adventurer to help people too, expecially training combat with the bow and the combat axe. With the support of my friends and family, there was nothing to fear! When I reached 14 years old, I didn't really wanted to join some formal army or something like that, I wanted to make things on my own, but something happened in the meantime while I was deciding what I wanna do, the death of my older brother at the age of 25 after being beaten up and stabbed in the stomach by 3 work colleges beause of him being an atheist and not believing in Canonism, when I was 15. It completly destroyed my hopes and dreams of wanting to become someone who helps others. I would always think to myself: "Is this the fate of the 'good guys' just like Garth Haryn?". But with my family, Sophie and expecially Lance praying for me to overcome my brother's death, I could not give up, so there I started my jouney to become an adventurer. So I planned my trainings and after the my 17th lived winter, I was finally an adult, and would start my intensive training in combate, agility and other things. I was planning to leave the vlan temporarily after I make 23 years of age, to explore the world I always wanted to explore and start my way to become a savior, so at 19th February my family organized a big farewell dinner with my affiliates and friends and in the next day I left the village. And my real story starts now.

Half elf, half human, an Antunian, born in a small village, on a normal family, not rich but also not so poor, consisting with a 46 year old father caled Enric Thule, a 44 year old mother called Taylor Thule and a 10 year old brother called Alastair Thule, lived a normal life with a happy family and two caring best friends wich were a boy 2 years older than him, called Caser, and a girl 1 year older than him, called Sophie wich parents were friends with my parents. On my 9th birthday, sophie gave me a red scarf because she saw me say several times to my mother that I was cold, because birthday is in the winter, so I carry that scarf to everywhere I go, and Caeser gave me a fabric made quiver, (because his parents work with dressmaking), that I carry with me too but among those presents, the one who surprised me the most was the one my brother gave me, it was my first Bowie Knife, one that I later named Loch Ascella (means Lake Wind in Thuaidian) At the agr of 11, my brother formed as an apprentice of medic, and seeing the evolution of my brother and how he helped and saved people, in the next year, I started training combat and agility to become a warrior or an adventurer to help people too, expecially training combat with the bow and the bowie knife. With the support of my friends and family, there was nothing to fear! When I reached 18 years old, I didn't really wanted to join some formal army or something like that, I wanted to make things on my own, so I prepared myself my red scarf, quiver, the tool and weapons needed and started my jouney to protect my family and friends from monsters and danger, and even my village sometimes.