DarthPurgillus

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Tadeusz sat down unhurriedly at the appointed place. He casually looked around the tent and pulled his nose. When he sat down he looked at the woman slightly cross-eyed. He didn't know much about people, but they always made him curious. Their various oddities especially interested him, because everyone was always different in something. "My story is not interesting and it's not long. I grew up in poverty, with an older cousin who passed on everything he knew to me and died when I was twelve springs old." At the mention of his cousin, he gasped for those times and stopped talking for a moment. "He trained me in combat and taught me how to adapt to any conditions. He instilled in me the values of my family, the Kos, of which I am probably the last descendant. Then I traveled the world and learned everything trying to survive. That's how I ended up here, as one of many, and more will come after me. This is all me, Tadeusz." He smiled a little insincerely and waited for the stranger's answer, wondering what the next day would bring

Born in a small town somewhere near Karosgrad. He was the first child of his parents. His father John was a lowborn man. He worked in the workshop, making tools and weapons for the military. His mother, Sylvia, was taking care of the house and family. In her free time she used to read a lot. The family did not differ from other haeseni peasant families. Two years passed, and a second child was born. That was a girl named Samatha. After another two years, a third child was born. This time it was a boy, called after his father - John junior. At that time Sur started learning with other kids from the neighborhood in the nearby school. It was also during this time that he developed a basis for racism due to his mother's attitude towards other races. The next four years flew by quickly, and when Sur turned 8 years of age, another child was born in the family. A healthy son named Anthony. Sur was always supposed to inherit the family workshop and work like his father. However, his plans were quite different. One day he saw Haense soldiers patrolling the area and the idea of joining the army was born in his heart. By the age of 12 he could already write and read, and he learned the basics of sword use from a local veteran. His father was not happy with the behaviour of his son, who in his eyes was also going to become an craftsman.At the age of 16 he moved to the city and became a juvenile recruit. Shortly after he left, his father forbade the family any contact with the ambitious and misunderstood son. His career in the army was not very successful as he was quickly expelled from school due to his unruliness. Despite the hardships of life on the streets, Sur quickly acclimatised to Karosgrad. Helping out at the inn, cleaning the hall after the evening games he was allowed to sleep by the fire and eat leftovers. After a few years, Sur grew up into a strong young man. He left Karosgrad and went out into the world, looking for opportunities for a better life, the whole world is waiting for him...