I was born somewhere in Saldea and have spent a total of 1 year there. My parents wishing that i grew up in a more peaceful country took me south when i was a bub. I was raised on a quiet farm near a place called Watch Hill where i spent my youth plowing fields and tending to the animals. Life was quiet in those parts and before i knew it i was a grown man in age, my body somehow decided i was not ready to grow tall so i grew sideways instead.
My battle experience until of recent months were of wrestling a bull and stomping rats. I must admit, i was pretty good at bull wrestling. There was a time when i was wrestling a bull when i noticed a patrol of the Queens guards riding down the north road, chasing a criminal i presumed. I waved to them but being as short as i am, they thought i was a child and tossed me a candy. Chuckling to myself i promised that i would have them notice me.
I bid farewell to my aging parents and my teacher the old bull and set off towards Caemlyn to make a name for myself. Reaching the city gates i was awed by the size of Caemlyn and stood there admiring the gate when out of the corner of my eye i noticed a man with a dagger aiming for my back. With the years of bull wrestling under my belt it was easy to avoid the sluggist attempt on my life. Hefting my woodcutting axe i warded off my asailant, whom i learnt to be called Torit, and have been battling him since.