I was born on the Twenty-ninth day of the First month on a forgotten season born from the womb of my mother, Viktoriya, and of the seed of my father, Nekoda. I spent most of my childhood in the outskirts of the Oren Capital city in a small farm house, helping my father with the wheat and my mother with the house work. Although no matter how much I worked my father was never satisfied. My mother on the other hand was kind always telling of stories of Robin Hood and his many tales of ingenuity and thievery. I knew since the moment I was born get along with each other, they constantly argued with one another normally ending with father beating my mother or threating her with her life and once mine. Countless seasons came and went. When I came to age (roughly sixteen) I was to start a right of passage. But right before my right before my right of adulthood, my mother went missing and my passage was blocked until she was found, as father was hesitant to explaidn, she was necessary for the passage. After a week of searching for my mother, the city guard kicked down the door to my home and knocked me and my father unconscious……….. and I saw the Dark, Silent entity of the void… ……When I awoke I found myself covered in cuts and bruises and looking up surrounded by Iron bars, stone and two small beds, one I laidd in and on where a broken man laid. I walked up to the mysterious man; He was covered in dried blood and bandages and before I could speak the words I was looking for a man, who I suspected to be the jailor, threw open the prison door, pushed me aside and picked up the wounded man with a faint crack in his bones. As they left I saw through the bandages I finally recognized the man’s face, it was the face I had known all my life, it was the face of my father. My father never came back. I lived in that god forsaken place for what seemed an eternity. In that time I learned much. I learned why I was here from the insults of the prison guards. The day I was taken away, a villager found the mutilated corpse of my mother and had hanged my father for the crime, and that they burned the farm during the search for evidence. I on the other hand was a supposed accomplice in the endeavor and was to serve for twenty seasons. When I was able to leave that little spot of damnation. I was given the bloodied clothing worn by my father and a kick in my rear. I walked to what seemd the ancient remains of my former home and searched the wreckage knowing that I would find little to nothing. But among the burnt lumber and charred stone I found a wind worn cloak, stuck due to a piece of timber. As I grabbed the cape I also found a surprisingly intact tome, I picked it up and read the almost golden title, “Robin Hood”. After I saw that story book I realized that I had spent so many seasons honing those same skills that Robin Hood had, and so I decided that I would follow the same path as him. For many years I stole and killed for currency along until I, Ironically, was stabbed and left for dead by a bandit. I walked for many days crossing mountains and deserts along with a countless number of the Undead, attacking me every moment of my travels. That was until I saw a man building a tower on the coast. That man’s name was Jullian Septimus. He offered me shelter and food , he also told me of Verreberek, He spoke of a “Port in the Storm” . A place deep in the north where people can rest and thrive……… I have decided to help this man with his goals and be of what use to this dream.