Fridenot Fairburne was born into a middle class, canonist household, in the Kingdom of Haense. His father was a fighter, he would spend his days fighting for money in alleys, and avoiding the authorities due to the fights being unsactioned. His mother on the other was as clean as they come, spending most of her days looking after Fridenot. His father never cared for Fridenot to learn past reading and writing. When Fridenot was just 7 years old, his father decided to bring him into the streets where he would teach him to fight. Progressively and steadily, Fridenot became an excelent fighter, eventually starting to fight legally, some would argue that it was just talent, and he wouldn't make it big, but that didn't stop him. He and his father dreampt of glory and wealth, but unfortunately for them, it was never meant to be. It was like any other day, Fridenot and his father would go about their buissness as usual practicing fighting teqniques and combat skills, but then the sounds of horns cried out, his fathers worst fears had been coming to reality. Fridenot and his father started running to to get back inside city walls, just as they were making it Fridenot heard a sound of an arrow whiz by him, and another arrow, but this time, the arrow did not whiz by him. instead he heard a sound of what could only be a bad dream. Fridenot turned his head and saw his father had been struck directly in the abdomen by an arrow from behind. Fridenot dragged his father beyond the walls, and his father told him a few final words. "Fridenot, I have not much time, you must run before they break through the gate. Don't let anyone make a fool of you, stand your ground and show them you're the best. Now run before they get here!" His father said as he died. So Fridenot did as he was told, and he ran. Out of anger he drew up a sword and started practicing, and began dreaming of honor and revenge instead, and vowed he would make all pay for any misdead to befall upon him.
