i was born and raised in the mainland. My father an orc, my mother human. Unlike most stories they got in love and made me. My father was not the typical orc and i guess nor my mother the typical human.

My fathers low lifespan caught up to him and along with a disease he left us early, sending us to poverty. I did not want to make the uphill battle of being a farmer and decided to move to the capital.

There i joined a gang and was participating in extortion and larceny. With that money i helped my mother, although she did not dies poor. She joined soon my father due to illness herself.

One day my gang boss asked me to kill the child of one of his enemies. I was no monster. I got infuriated at the order and shot him in the leg ( was aiming for heart ). I escaped the place and took the 1st ship to the newfoundlands and Dawnport.