Rodrik was born to a group of pig farmers just north of the city of Belvitz. He never had much growing up, just his ma, his pa, and his brothers and sisters. The boy was forced to be tough in the world, the reoccuring bandit raids, the often scandals his father and his plethora of mistresses had, all of which taking a toll on the boy. He grew up knowing nothing of honor nor respect, he knew of one thing and one thing only, family. During a bandit raid, the men took his father prisoner and executed him when the ransom was not paid; Rodrik however, went and laughed “he had what was coming to him.” The boy said his farewells to his family and left the little hamlet for something greater, something adventurous, but sadly, the only thing he found was booze and faulty-promises. The time after his departure was mostly spent drinking and loaning off minas to the closest person he could find, then beating them to a pulp when they didn’t pay. He’s not a honorable man, nor is he a good one, but the man does know the flaws in life.
