Rendar Heimdallr was born in his home in Karosgrad, a bustling city, one of great culture and prosperity. His mother died a bit after giving birth to him, she was a fierce woman who was overcome by sickness of all things. His father was overtaken by grief and sorrow after this dreadful experience, he ended up having to leave his position as lieutenant of the Haense Royal Army to take care of Rendar and his brother. They then went on to move to the outskirts of the city as humble fur trappers. For years Rendar grew up without much support, his father was enguflled in his own dread and his brother was a bum. Because of this Rendar learned to fend for himself, often cleaning and cooking while his father was out retrieving traps.
In all this hardship Rendar did find time to teach myself, Books were one of the very few things that could keep him occupied, even often reading the books on repeat. One book in particular stood out to him, "Jester Vubzakra" a book exploring the actions of a high elf of great power. The book too denounced these actions, linking all suffering to the use of elven magic. This made Rendar buy into this idea of racial superiority, fueling this idea of heroism.
As Rendar got older he got more curious and ventured off into the city, He admired the magnifigent brick buildings and colorful complexion. He has a moment of jealously to those living in within it walls. As he walks down the paved streets he notices a building that stands off from all the rest, one with armoured gaurds and domes pointing out of it. He asked the guards "as to who's home is this". In which the guard replies laughingly "This would be the Kings palace good sir", Rendar nods in content and walks off, eyes still pointed on the building.
From that day on he would spend all his spare time in Karosgrad, even met his best friend there. Erol Darius was his name, a strong man of high social status. His father is a high rank in the military and just so happened to know Rendar's father from when they trained together. As he grew closer with the family the father personally asked if Rendar wanted to join him in lessons of swordsmanship. He started to feel akin to Dariuses family rather his own.
Once Rendar turned 18 he came to the conclusion he would be leaving his family to move into the city and experience life for himself. He gave his father farewell and took what he could spare. His brother didn't care much, Rendar didn't expect much from him anyways; always thinking of him as a drunk. He walked off with intent to experience his own story and to bring honor to his name.
