Orrno Rhujja was born in a small hovel on the outskirts of Markev, He was born a widow's son and thus not a rich one. His mother, A former teacher, Homeschooled him. Teaching him how to read, Write, and properly speak. Yet Orrno would look upon the large brick walls and wondered of what lay within them. one day with the gods as his witness he would parade around the market square, His black leather shoes would be polished and a warm bath would wait for him every day. Orrno grew up with the children around him, Of course they would get in acts of trouble, most harmless in nature. Then Orrno started to steal, A apple here for practice, A pear for fun, a bundle of tinder used to warm the hearth of a rich man's home. When Orrno was sixteen he started to steal more, when he had practiced enough he stole a dagger, Its blade shining of silver, a gold lions head was mounted on the black hilt that finished the bottom of the dagger. He was surprised for how much the old man bought it for, The old man being the buyer for most of the things he stole, a retired veteran of the Third Atlas Coalition War, who had turned into a fence from lack of coin. When Orrno was 17 he started to gamble, Throwing dice any chance he got, an addiction started to form by the looks of it. When he was 19 he committed his first large crime, him and his friends robbed a drunk who was on his way home from the bar. Orrno’s life progressed on this way, pulling off small jobs with freinds and colleges. Until he was 27, that year was the year of the heist that would change his life forever. The explosion sent him flying, Running around like a monkey on crack, he let out sounds he didn't know he could make, And his body peeled in ways he didn't know were possible. And he watched it all, Fat bubbling and burning his body, Skin falling off onto the ground and shriveling up into black ash. He was carried a fair distance before he woke up in the cold, A flurry of snow pounding his face and demanding an answer from his corpse like body. He crawled onward through the blizzard, and somehow he made it out. Being carried out by a group of hunters who were checking their traps. He was nursed back to health in a small village, one where he stayed for the rest of the year.
Below is a little drawing of the concept I had.