I was born and raised in the small town of Secomber it was a nice quaint town of only about 1000 people. I worked most of the day to help with the crops on our farm. Though when I had the time I went into the woods to explore. around the time I was 9 I went into the woods and encountered a magically mystical ( alteration because he's so magical) old man. He was very kind and welcoming he taught me about magic and even how to read. He would give me these texts that seemed in comprehensible but I would continue to study them in my later years where I started to understand. By the day of my 10th year I was given a puppy sized elephant (should we call them lesser elephants because there smaller) I called him Rummi, but that day turned darker when Gorlan Marth and his two other minions drowned Rummi. I still hate that Bastard.Around the time of my 17th year my two best friends, Argon, Ahtum and I took the pilgrimage to a nearby temple of lathander to reflect and find answer to the question: Do we stay and carry on or do we fight and join the war? Argon decided to stay but not in secomber but in the temple. Ahtum and I left to fight... When we were fighting I nearly died but Ahtum ran up and pushed me out of the way (think of quicksilver in the age of ultron) I rose through the ranks because I obeyed orders, but the further I obeyed the harder it became. I eventually became and interrogator . The screams of all the pain and suffering I brought will never go away... I have to drink them away. Now... I just...I can't stand those who would blindly follow orders it reminds to much of myself, of the war. Now I've decided to become a Merc to get by now that war of is ending. And a dwarf has just hired for a job on the sword coast... (start mines of phandelver)