I am an 18 year old boy from the North. My religion is the Red Faith. I grew up a bit north of Norland, in the mountains with my mother, father and a couple of pets. We had a nice farm. Me and my father started adventuring for wealth and power when i was just 13 years old. Just after when my mother was brutally killed by orcs. This happened 6 years ago when there were a group of starving orcs wandering in the north of Norland. Me and my father killed the orcs after we came back from hunting, but fell into deep sadness after we saw our headless mother silently on the floor. There was blood everywhere. We learned, that the filthy orcs tried to abuse her in the most disgusting ways possible, but she fought back. Sadly she did not make it. Last year, my father died too. It was a rainy night and we were surrounded by Goblins. He fought like a god, but he was just a human and in his last seconds he told me to run. Now I am on the run looking for better and peaceful life.
