"I was born into a poor family in the city of Riatavin. From a young age I was forced to learn to lie, cheat, and steal to earn coin to feed my father's vices. He was a gambler and a violent drunk, his mood shifted dramatically based on how much he lost and how much he drank, even on days he won coin he was a real hraster to me and I have the scars still to prove it."
"My mothers daily mental health was always a gamble too. She lost her first child in a way that was never explained to me, but it was clear that it broke her. When she was havin' a /good day,/ she would call me Ka'Vaash, which I learned later was the name of the brother I never got meet. She would be nice and carin', it was almost like I was in a lovin' household and those moments I remember fondly. On a bad day, she would be more lucid and would see me who I truly was, which caused her to be cold and distant"
"I was maybe fourteen or so when I decided I wanted to leave, but I needed coin to travel, so slowly I hid away small amounts of coin that I was supposed to hand over to my father. I had managed to stash away a good amount over year, and I was nearly up to the point I felt ready leave when I came home one day to find my father and mother throwin' a party for themselves, my stashed coin pouch lay emptied next to countless bottles. They had used my way out of this life for a night of drunken revelry."
"They had taken my planned way out, but in doin' so, they gave me another. Drunk, vulnerable, and barely conscious they were unable to defend themselves at all. Mother was ended quick, it was the best kindness I could spare her. Father on the other hand was unrecognizable by the time I had finished paying him back for the years of abuse he put me through. Finally free from my shackles, I was able to make my own choices and decided to threw my lot in with a local gang to perfect my criminal skills. If I was to survive in this world, I would need every trick I could get my hands on."
"They were a nice bunch for a while, spent maybe ten years with them learnin' all I could, but eventually they grew too ambitious. One of them started calling us members of the Shadow Thieves. It was something they heard about and said we could use to appear more dangerous and powerful than we were. How foolish of a choice that turned out to be. It wasn't even a tenday before my entire crew vanished without a trace, I can only assume the real Shadow Thieves got to them and by the first nice twist if fate in my life I was out workin' when it happened."
"Decided to leave town after that and change my name just incase I wasn't as lucky as I thought. Went with Ka'Vaash, a reminder of the good times in my childhood, and ended up in Murann after applying my trade in every town I could on the way there. Decided to try my hand at sellswordin' when I got here, not for any moral reasons mind you, I was simply runnin' out of towns to escape to."
"Now I find myself hangin' around with the with the same kind of people from my hometown, I'm hesitant to throw my lot in with these types fully again, but I can't seem to keep myself away from this life completely."
"My mothers daily mental health was always a gamble too. She lost her first child in a way that was never explained to me, but it was clear that it broke her. When she was havin' a /good day,/ she would call me Ka'Vaash, which I learned later was the name of the brother I never got meet. She would be nice and carin', it was almost like I was in a lovin' household and those moments I remember fondly. On a bad day, she would be more lucid and would see me who I truly was, which caused her to be cold and distant"
"I was maybe fourteen or so when I decided I wanted to leave, but I needed coin to travel, so slowly I hid away small amounts of coin that I was supposed to hand over to my father. I had managed to stash away a good amount over year, and I was nearly up to the point I felt ready leave when I came home one day to find my father and mother throwin' a party for themselves, my stashed coin pouch lay emptied next to countless bottles. They had used my way out of this life for a night of drunken revelry."
"They had taken my planned way out, but in doin' so, they gave me another. Drunk, vulnerable, and barely conscious they were unable to defend themselves at all. Mother was ended quick, it was the best kindness I could spare her. Father on the other hand was unrecognizable by the time I had finished paying him back for the years of abuse he put me through. Finally free from my shackles, I was able to make my own choices and decided to threw my lot in with a local gang to perfect my criminal skills. If I was to survive in this world, I would need every trick I could get my hands on."
"They were a nice bunch for a while, spent maybe ten years with them learnin' all I could, but eventually they grew too ambitious. One of them started calling us members of the Shadow Thieves. It was something they heard about and said we could use to appear more dangerous and powerful than we were. How foolish of a choice that turned out to be. It wasn't even a tenday before my entire crew vanished without a trace, I can only assume the real Shadow Thieves got to them and by the first nice twist if fate in my life I was out workin' when it happened."
"Decided to leave town after that and change my name just incase I wasn't as lucky as I thought. Went with Ka'Vaash, a reminder of the good times in my childhood, and ended up in Murann after applying my trade in every town I could on the way there. Decided to try my hand at sellswordin' when I got here, not for any moral reasons mind you, I was simply runnin' out of towns to escape to."
"Now I find myself hangin' around with the with the same kind of people from my hometown, I'm hesitant to throw my lot in with these types fully again, but I can't seem to keep myself away from this life completely."
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