Going back into my memories is a very difficult thing for me to do. There are not many happy memories as I was growing up. I was orphaned just after birth; I never discovered the truth about my parents or of their deaths. As a child I always felt I was a burden on family member who were left to care for me. I never stayed in one place long, passed from one home to another. At the age of 9, I ran away from my uncle’s home never to be a burden again.

 I found myself fascinated with the city of bridges, Vesper. Survival was difficult and as a child I did many things I’m not proud of to survive. I found that I had a nac for the arcane arts and would often be found in the mage shops reading and learning all I could. Looting travelers became second nature to me. I knew that it wasn’t right, but I needed the gold and goods I looted to pay for my education and regents.

As my abilities in the arcane arts grew stronger, I began venturing out to hunt in dungeons. I was thrilled with the gold I was making and able to purchase regents on my own rather than looting travelers. As my need for gold grew less desperate I began feeling something inside me grow. It was a feeling of sorrow, Sorrow for the travelers I had stolen from in the past. I began aiding any traveler I came upon that was in need.

While adventuring one day, I struck up a conversation with a gentleman by the name of Ifrit. He belonged to a brotherhood of knights known as the Knights of Britannia. As we talked we decided to venture into Wind and try our hand at hunting daemons.

After our successful hunt, Ifrit invited me to return with him to The KoB tower. I was hesitant at first not wanting to burden my new friend. He convinced me to make the trip. Shortly after my first trip to the tower I joined the ranks of KoB. I’ve never once regretted walking through those front doors of the KoB tower. I was embraced by the members there and have felt welcomed and at home since the very first day.