Nikolos was born to a widowed mother, his father killed by bandits’ mere weeks before his birth. There were three siblings before him, each hardly more than toddlers at the time. Due to the strain of being without their father, he and his brothers were forced to work far before they were ready – and his eldest brother lost his life from being overworked. Shortly after this, his mother delved into a terrible grief, and eventually she too was parted.

With only he and his older sister left, he took on the task of providing for her on his own. She too did what she could, but Nikolos insisted on caring for her to keep her home in relative safety. Their community was small, and though hearty men occupied this land the threat of bandits was ever on the rise.

For a few short years, hardly reaching into adolescence, they lived in relative but fearful peace. But such things could only last so long, and another attack large enough to threaten them took place and the village was decimated.

His sister was taken from him.

So, he joined with a group of adventurers who sought to defeat the bandits – pleading with them to be permitted. Only after the knowledge of his sister’s plight was made known was he accepted by them and left the home that had nothing more for him.

He never found his sister. The bandits were lost, and the venture was eventually disbanded. Though he maintained his search on his own for years, he eventually withdrew and gave up. He vowed to remember her, and to be as kind a soul to as many as he could, and defend him, just the same as he would do for her.

With nothing left, he decided upon a direction and went there, doing the same again and again as he either tires off the place he is, or it tires of him.