At a very young age I started to work as a serf with my parents. Life was hard, at the age of 9 my mother was poisoned, the man/woman who poisoned her was never found. This began a fear of eating or drinking, as I thought I would be poisoned as well. At the age of 13 my father and I decided to flee from this horrible life, and begin a new one. After a few years of wandering with little food, water or shelter. the very little we had was taken by barbarians, my father was killed, I ran until I fell upon a small village. They granted my entrance and supplied me with food, water. They were a tribe, the tribe tought me how to fish, hunt and even taught me combat. At the age of 18 I left the village in search of once again, a new life, not that the village was bad, I needed to find a bigger, fortified home. At the age of 21 I found Norland. (My current life takes place a year later, if accepted)
