Heinrich, growing up was an ambitious boy, always having amazing thoughts and ideas of what his life as an adult would be like, a bandit? A wizard? A cityman? The thought of life outside his family farm would always astonish the young kid and amazed him past his known belief. Other than his dreams and ambition, Heinrich was part of a poor family, farmers to be exact and the work that was to be done was usually done by Heinrich, his parents Otto and Marie noticed his passion and intense focus on his tasks at hand and were quite keen on manipulating heinrichs ambitious energy to complete jobs that would be considered challenging to even a strong fully grown man. It was clear Heinrich was meant for success and greatness, but was unknown was how he intended on achieving such greatness, because working on a farm will not bring him any farther than the final parcel of land his family owned.
In Heinrichs teens, he began to resent his parents, for abusing him and his ‘abilities’, he slowly grew farther and farther apart from his family not only his parents but also his 2 siblings as well, at this time Heinrich’s brothers are unknown only there existence are known at this time. Finally Heinrich had been fed up with his parents and worked up the courage to run off, into the night, not to be seen again on his farm, town and region. He left with his cloak and a sack bag with the following contents, a bandana, a pickaxe, some food and some other essentials to live out on his own, or at least until he reaches his destination. He spent 2 months traveling the wilderness searching for the land he had seen in his dreams, a city of hope and prosperity. In this time he decided to ‘rebrand’, he took in the second name of Ardénnes meaning ‘Great forest’ in a foreign language.
Finally after many close calls, and challenges, He finally reaches a city, the one he had searched for, the city of dreams! When he walked down from atop a mountainside, he slowly reaches the front gates of the city, haerse, he was let in, but not before he was glared at by the guards and questioned, he realized he would not be accustomed to the people of hearse’ culture as a farm boy with no purpose other than to drift from place to place. When he started to trot towards the middle of the city he caught more and more glares and looks of distraught, his attire, the cloak and ripped up, old and torn shirt and pants, had soured the people’s assumptions of this boy who at the time was a young man of 17 years just looking for a new life. After a short period of job hunting, Heinrich worn himself out, he now resorted to pleading, and begging in the side of streets, more and more discrimination against him as a person, his existence and his hope. He was now starving shelterless and without work, not only that but is physical and mental health started to deteriorate, that shell of iron ambition, intent and aspiration was starting to crack. Now the only food he found himself eating was the remains he scavenged and stole, when people walked by him he greeted them with a smile and nod, showing the people there resentment of him would not break his spirit, and the citizens of haerse recognized but took, still, no interest in the boy.
One night at dusk, the now 19 year old scrapper, was straggling down the road when a shadowy figure, darker than his soul of emptiness, was casted and walked upon him. He shouted out to the lightless human, with no response, the traveler moved closer and closer to Heinrich, as he stood there with no care of the figures intentions, has his own life did not matter for his sake or anyone else’s. The figure then what looked like in an instant jumped at Heinrich and the bandit slowly walked away into the darkness(The figures identity still remains a mystery even to this day). The bandit brought him back to a criminal keep, where he sacked him of his raw potatoes and bread, he considered Heinrich to “be the poorest man I’ve ever robbed.” He was so disgusted by what little he had on him, that he took his right eye, and his spirit with it. The young man now was spoiled with distraught and dispare that he would be unrecognizable too the people of haerse when he returned, they mistook him for a ghost, laying in the alleyways with dead spirit withering away from the inside. Now when he returned to the streets of haerse he no longer cared for sympathy, be seemed to become more aggressive then in the past, violently demanding food and water, and taking it by force. He was soon outlawed from haerse, becoming a Harsh bandit flowing like a river from city to city stealing and killing. For the next 6 years of his life would be filled with violence and brutality, but even if he had fully submerged himself into an awful scum bag of banditry but is driven by a final prize of some sort that he tells no one of, a goal of a quite life to live out his days as and elder, telling his stories as a cautionary tale to towny children, a story of triumph failure and passion. He calls this dream the ‘remnants of old and aspiration of new,’ All of his actions will in some way affect his end goal. But for now he is a bandit with dreams of unattainable goals in his foreseeable future.
