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My Background/Story
8 years ago
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Hello. If you're reading this, then you must be interested in who I am and where I come from. Well good on you, want a fucking cookie? Yeah? Too bad. My name is Tyler Knightley. I come from a long line of blacksmiths and knights (hence the name.) My family dates all the way back to before medieval times. My ancestors are actually the ones that made Excalibur. Enough about them though.
I grew up with my parents in a smith's shop, inside the everlasting and glorious kingdom of Alvoria. I was raised learning how to make different blades out of different metals, as well as how to use them effectively. Growing up, I only went to school about 2 to 3 times a week. Because I wasn't around people much and spent most of my time alone, I never really developed people skills. Because of that, I'm a very stubborn and blunt person. Most of my time was spent in the forges of my home. As a result of the hard work and discipline, we became renowned blacksmiths throughout the kingdom.
Unfortunately, that kind of fame attracted some... unsavory attention. Groups of rogues came to our shop, trying to get their hands on my works. All met the same fate until one day, just a few days after my 20th birthday, an Overlord from a dark, far away kingdom came knocking. When they were denied service, things got bloody. I won the battle, but my parents were murdered and I was badly wounded. As I lay upon the floors of my burning home, blood oozing from my wounds and my life ebbing away, a visitor came. A giant black wolf with horns and demonic wings. I was sure that it was my end. My soul was to be damned to eternal hellfire. I managed one last grin and as my vision went out, I said to him "Fuck off asshole." I heard a deep rumbling laugh, followed by what sounded like "Just go to sleep idiot."
However a week later I awoke, my body wrapped in bandages. As I sat up and looked around the room, a sergal walked in. Female by the looks of it. As soon as she saw me she rushed out of the room and moments later the wolf was back. With a smile on his face, he told me "You're welcome." He offered me a place in his home, but at a cost. I could never go back to my old life in the kingdom. I didn't have anything to go back to anyways so I accepted. I healed and recovered myself. I was built a new forge with all the materials I would need.
I then became one of the original founding members of what would come to be known as The Clan.
I grew up with my parents in a smith's shop, inside the everlasting and glorious kingdom of Alvoria. I was raised learning how to make different blades out of different metals, as well as how to use them effectively. Growing up, I only went to school about 2 to 3 times a week. Because I wasn't around people much and spent most of my time alone, I never really developed people skills. Because of that, I'm a very stubborn and blunt person. Most of my time was spent in the forges of my home. As a result of the hard work and discipline, we became renowned blacksmiths throughout the kingdom.
Unfortunately, that kind of fame attracted some... unsavory attention. Groups of rogues came to our shop, trying to get their hands on my works. All met the same fate until one day, just a few days after my 20th birthday, an Overlord from a dark, far away kingdom came knocking. When they were denied service, things got bloody. I won the battle, but my parents were murdered and I was badly wounded. As I lay upon the floors of my burning home, blood oozing from my wounds and my life ebbing away, a visitor came. A giant black wolf with horns and demonic wings. I was sure that it was my end. My soul was to be damned to eternal hellfire. I managed one last grin and as my vision went out, I said to him "Fuck off asshole." I heard a deep rumbling laugh, followed by what sounded like "Just go to sleep idiot."
However a week later I awoke, my body wrapped in bandages. As I sat up and looked around the room, a sergal walked in. Female by the looks of it. As soon as she saw me she rushed out of the room and moments later the wolf was back. With a smile on his face, he told me "You're welcome." He offered me a place in his home, but at a cost. I could never go back to my old life in the kingdom. I didn't have anything to go back to anyways so I accepted. I healed and recovered myself. I was built a new forge with all the materials I would need.
I then became one of the original founding members of what would come to be known as The Clan.
