"As mentioned before, I am a half-blood from Alliria. I was just one of many hungry mouths no one wanted to feed and I stumbled through childhood without dying, somehow. I did get mixed up with the worst bunch and joined a street gang in my teen years, that's where I picked up most of my combat skills... and a bunch of scars and an attitude.

Through one of my... ehm, questionable decisions, I met a new friend who almost killed me as a punishment for my failed robbery attempt. I still don't know how I managed to convince her to spare me or what she truly wanted of me, but she was the one who taught me how to use magic... somewhat. I almost abandoned everything to become an apprentice of hers, before she met her demise and I was left with the gang once again...

Not for long though. Through a series of unfortunate events, most of the gang just died out. A stray arrow, a dagger in the back... occupational hazard, you know? The rest scrambled and as we lost territory, I was not interested in getting murdered as well, so I left while I could and did what many others did. I became a sellsword and went on to see the world and enjoy the uncertainties of such a lifestyle...