I Suppose I should start with.. I was born.. but what real story ever begins that way anymore? I was born yes.. but I remember little to nothing before the day of my fifteenth year. I was raised in a village or so I have been told of people who worshipped the god of blood. I did not put much stock in worshipping one who was all about death and murder and sacrifice so I was sent away to make my own place in the world. Perhaps this is why I can remember nothing before that day.
I wander now.. having been cast into these odd and frightening realms with nothing more then the garments that adorn my body and the smarts within my brain, it is my hope to make something of myself and to one day get vengeance for the wrongs done unto me for no reason other then having a difference of opinion. I know not when or if this day shall ever come.. but I must have faith in that having a good heart will help to save me and protect me from so many evils in this world.