
Farion was born to an elven servant of Russian Duke Andrei Barinov. She might have had to raise him alone, but for some reason or other the guards of the keep took a shine to the little half-elf boy. Knowing the bigotry half-elves sometimes faced, and after the enthusiastic child begged and pleaded, they taught him to fight with knives, each guard having his own technique. Before long, he wanted to learn the big sword. They laughed, and found him a wooden short sword to practice with, but the brashness and overconfidence of youth shone through: Farion would not be happy unless he got to use a long sword. It must have been a sight, seeing the small child grasping the sword in both hands, shaking from the effort, yet he did not falter. He couldn't take the sword from the barracks, but they taught him what they could when they could. As he grew older, larger weapons were found for him to accommodate his style. The guards would take Farion on hunting trips to teach him the ways of animals and the different beasts of the world. He was working in the stronghold by this time, helping his mother and his friends. He would, also, frequently venture to the village to enter knife fights for a little extra cash. In his 17th year, his mother took ill. She was dead before his 19th birthday, but on her deathbed, she revealed the secret she had kept his entire life: he was the bastard son of the Duke. Farion decided he could not stay in the stronghold and wished to try his hand at mercenary work. He used all of the money he had saved up to purchase armor, good knives, and enough food to keep him going for a few days, long enough to find a job. On the eve of his departure, the guards, his oldest and only friends, made merry with him, and at the end of the night presented him with the great blade that can now be seen on his back. He left with a heavy heart and an anger for a father who was never there. He plied his blade mostly as a caravan guard, stopping would be highwaymen. Usually, one look at his sword was enough to send them running. After a few years of this and many stories of opportunity down south, Farion took a job on the Danish ship, the Golden Windmill. The captain, one Beauregard Poissant, was ever an enterprising man and sought to turn to piracy and offered Farion a place on the crew. Farion politely declined, saying that no amount of money could keep him shipbound his entire life. At the next stop, the captain kicked off a few passengers and one guard, and so, Farion found himself walking down the streets to Dirty Frank's...