In a house somewhere in a town in Axios, there was a child born, named Goureth...
Growing up, Goureth was the child who abided by the rules. His father, Armin Oplainer, was a merchant and a blacksmith who made beautiful necklaces, rings and all of the sorts for a living. His mother like many women, stayed at home to take care of Goureth. Goureth had an uncle named Hermander. Being one of his favorite relatives, Goureth was always happy to see Hermander after his fishing trips and other work. Goureth himself did not know what to do with life, so was mostly outside and played games with the other kids. However, there were always a group of kids that bullied Goureth. Going from just teasing him, to 'accidently' start fights with Goureth. This stopped him from having friends, since noone wanted to be the friend of the bullies target.
Goureth is the kind of guy who learns quickly. He is the honest, the honorable child of the town, never breaking his promises and tells the truth if they want to hear it. Goureth always tried to do the right thing, aslongest it was by the rules, he never wanted to get in trouble. He has a hate for the outlaws and outcasts and criminality. One thing he loved doing, was to listen and to feel. He would walk out in the forests and just listen. He listens to the birds, he steps he took, and his own breath. Doing this for so long gave him the abillity to quickly analyze sounds quickly and understand what they are. Of course he would hear better or anything.
At the age of 11, he took minor lessons of medical arts. He learned how to use bandages and the best way to stop bleeding etc. He also learned about certain herbs and their use in treating injuries.
But when Goureth became 14, that was when it happened...
Goureth was outside playing with the other kids, when the bullies came to them. The bullies taunted Goureth about him playing games with the kids, as he was 14. Goureth didn't stand up for himself, and eventually they got into a fight. They fought with their fists untill Goureth fell and the bullies laughed at him. But his uncle saw it, and ran over there. In fear the bullies ran away to their parents and Goureth's uncle took him into his house since none of his parents where home.
Goureth looks at his uncle, with a black eye on his right eye. But Hermander looked at Goureth with a serious look. His eyebrows where low and his mouth was neutral.
"Goureth." His uncle said, "You need to learn how to protect yourself. You need to start training your muscles up!"
Goureth looked at his uncle.
"But..." Goureth started, "I don't want to fight, uncle Hermander. Fighting is wrong, it's against the rules!"
Hermander looked at Goureth, a little bit more serious. "It is allowed to stand up for yourself. Wether to fight is really up to you, but I urge you to atleast train your muscles up. You cannot let them harass you like this!"
Goureth looked up at Hermander. Thoughts ran through his mind, and then he agreed with his Uncle. Goureth decided from that day foward, he would train up his strength. And so he did. Everyday for a few hours, he would be out in the forest running and doing pushups and other means to make hims a little bit stronger everyday. He started helping lifting the heavier load his dad made. Eventually, he was slightly above avarage in strength. The same with stamina and constitution.
At the age of 15, he finally confronted the bullies. And so they were amused into thinking that he could beat the main bully, the leader of them. The bully was enangered due to Goureth taunting him, and began with hitting Goureth in the face, but he stood there. And so, the bully looked at him and chuckled. He 'complimented' on his constitution. As the bully was about to punch Goureth again, however, Goureth went in to punch him straight up the gut. But something happened. As he did so, the bully was... paralyzed? How?; Goureth thought. And so he noticed that he wasn't his fist correctly, but this sparked something in him. As the bully shook out of it, he looked at Goureth. The other bullies did aswell in awe. Then the leader tried to punch him again and in the moments before, Goureth had thought of a tactic of his own. As the bully lunged his fist at Goureth, he dodged it and tripped the bully down to the ground with one swipe of his foot. So the bully fell onto the ground and yelped. Goureth looked down and saw how the bully tried to crawl away, but Goureth stopped him with his right foot and pressed him down.
"You shall never attack, bully, or harass anyone in this village ever again, or else I will fight you." Goureth said in a fearsome tone, and the bully agreed to that and stood up as Goureth let go of him. The bullies ran away...
That punch, that one punch that stunned the bully. It sparked something in his mind. Maybe he could develope his own fighting style. But it was not going to use weapons, for weapons are not legal for civillians like him. And so, he began developing his own fighting style, called for the Armanase. The name itself had no meaning whatsoever because he just made it up. The fighting styles purpose was to be able to do unsuspected attacks at times while performing powerfull strikes and kicks at the opponent. He did so in the forest, where he further learned more about his fighting style.
Years passed and Goureth was now 29, and he had developed something in his head. A philosophy, rules and ideal acts of life.
"Follow by the laws of your kingdom and other kingdoms to pass.
Never use armor, it is not usefull for a Brawler like me.
Never use Millitary weapons, for it is not legal. Civillian tools (Flail, kama, dagger, quarterstaff etc..) are allowed.
Never fight with the chaotic and outlaws, for they are the enemy.
Always help the weak and defend them."
This is one of the examples he has. And he has even more philosophys to use in scenarios.
When he was finally 33 years old, he bought a dark robe and a bit of food with the remaining money he had left and set sail to the new found lands, Atlas. Now he was ready to further develop his newly born fighting style and learn more about life. With only one ambition... to do good by the law, and to help destroy whatever rebellion is against the kingdoms. Goureth strapped a small darkblue rope around his waist to maintain the robes from swaying too much. He looked back at the lands before stepping onto the boat and paid the sailor. Once more Goureth looked back and said...
"I will miss you, Axios..."