Born into a poor family which lived in the town of "Winhelm" province of "Solitude" at the age of 5, Thorvald helped his mother forage for berries in the near by forest whilst his Father, Jen went off in the wars of Milnord. He hadn't grown up with many his age, his wolf pet, "Skjorn" was his truest friend. Skjorn is the very reason for Thorvalds survival. At the age of 9, Winhelm was attacked by the plague of the darkness which inhabited Winhelm's mines, the townsfolk only realised what they had woken up in the dark mines once it was too late, Thorvald watched his Mother ripped apart and devoured by the darkness in front of him, his wolf, Skjorn fended off the feral beasts as he too, was being scratched and clawed. Skjorn gave Thorvald time to get away. His Father , still at war, had no understanding of this plague, Thorvald still reluctantly searching for his Father today. From that day onwards, he vowed to himself to rid the realms of plagues such as the one from his youth; his whole world, torn away, he was thrown into a world of survival, until the age of 17 he only knew how to create makeshift weapons and tools, as well as, during the day, hunt, forage, keep moving, during the night, live in the shadows, keep a watchful eye, design traps and temporary shelters. Past 17, he found settlements in the coasts of Jarldom, strange town, quiet people, weary of anyone "new", Thorvald-Jenson, grew fondly of the blacksmith of this town, even though he never approached him, Thorvald admired how the blacksmith was independent of his future, if he wanted a tool, he would forge it, using fire and steel. Now at the age of 31, Thorvald is a strong man with survival wits and traits, he has his independence and his Great sword is his only trusted ally as well as friend, he walks the kingdoms in search of truth and purity, still secretly in search of the very core to his journey, the plague with no name, the plague that was intertwined with his path through burrowing into it.
