Born of common decent, his goals in life are far from that, not wanting to fit the mold that society had created for him he dreams of riches and fame, wanting to achieve it at any means possible.

Settling for a dagger in his hand than a pitchfork like some common folk to make ends meet, he steals from the rich and keeping for himself, no charity here unless he feels otherwise.

He does not tend to share much on his past, mostly hidden under the darkness of his hood along with his lightly scarred face...

Here begins his tale...