You grew up on the streets alone, orphaned, and poor.
You had no one to watch over you or to provide for
you, so you learned to provide for yourself. You fought
fiercely over food and kept a constant watch out for other
desperate souls w ho might steal from you. You slept on
rooftops and in alleyways, exposed to the elements, and
endured sickness without the advantage o f medicine or
a place to recuperate. You’ve survived despite all odds,
and did so through cunning, strength, speed, or some
combination of each.
You begin your adventuring career with enough
money to live modestly but securely for at least ten days.

Nobody seems to take interest in me. I was the handyman/locksmith for a few people but that was not a full-time job.
The desperate things i did to keep alive were getting noticeable by the local people. Those people started treating me as an outcast. It was time to take things in my own hands. there is noting left here for me. Time to leave this godforsaken sinkhole. Around the city were pamphlets about a new recruitments for a settlement on “the Lost continent” That seems like a new start. The money i had was used to stock up on adventuring gear, weapons and equipment. I went to the muster place at the docks and secured a spot on “The Silver Lady”

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