Born in the principality of Savoy, previously the commonwealth of Sutica, my father was a member of the military and was a very brutally honest man, he never cared what others thought of him nor how he looked but since i was his only son he believed i should be perfect and scolded me every mistake i made. my mother was never in the picture and i dont know who she is or what she looked like. i was also an only child so i never had people to play with. once i turned 18 i decided to leave but my father had fallen ill and i was forced to stay with him as his only living kin and as a Plebian he was unable to get the best medical help and died. once my father was dead i buried him on an old battlefield he reminisced about when he was drunk and left my childhood home, i am currently unemployed and homeless, living on the streets and paying for a night in an inn where possible, since writing was his only escape he has multiple pages of stories he reads at night
