Aldritch was born in the Margraviate of Avistra to a family of farmers - House Westen was never a house of repute or riches, what they had they earned through manual labor. Years went by for the young man toiling in the dirt to put food on his family's table, but as many do at his age, he longed for so much more. He'd grown up watching Knights of the Empire ride off into battle for glory and honor - it was his dream. Upon turning eighteen, Aldritch departed from his family's homestead to enlist in the local militia with a burning ambition that it might lead to a greater fate than what he was born into.
Two years in the militia turned the wide-eyed farmboy into something else entirely - he still lacks the prowess that many of his betters do, but he has in him a passion to carry out the will of Avistra and, by proxy, the Empire. He stands now as a staunch loyalist within their ranks - a question resounding through his head. Will his ambition outweigh the morality his family instilled in him?
