Yan

Yre Fýron was born to two loving parents in the Princedom of Fenn. He did not lack in anything during his childhood and his parents were neither killed by bandits, nor was his home burned down by any such thing. At the age of 15 he began training to join the military, having the calm of mind and strength of body to potentially become a great and loyal soldier. His instructors however did seem to notice certain abnormalities about him, such as absolute willingness to subordination if he felt like it and his tendency to return late at night with bruises a wicked smile and the occasional broken nose. It was clear that past his calm exterior burned a fire, a soul that yerned for conflict. Yre was thus closely monitored, but despite many worries he managed to join his comrades in battle as soon as he turned 50. On a routine mission to deal with a roving band of never-do-wells, he and his comrades found themselves ambushed. Yre was the first to be taken out, receiving a mighty blow to the head. While his comrades managed to fight off the enemy, Yre's ego was hurt immensely. Unwilling to be embarrassed like this again, he began to train hard and work harder for the recognition and adoration of his peers. Not much else worth of notice has happened in his life so far, mainly because I prefer having my characters be interesting through roleplay rather than a fancy and long backstory.