My name is Infinity, my real name, i do not know. From my birth i was disregarded by my parents, thrown into what was supposedly a foster home. In that home i was not welcomed by the other children, and was hated for my beliefs, worship the good gods, they will bring you happiness. I tried to worship them, i tried hard and waited, waited patiently for the happiness they would bring me, the happiness everyone promised, but nothing ever came. I waited for years before i gave up, i finally figured out there was no reward in the worship of those gods so i went solo, not worshiping anything. I walked the streets with my shortsword fighting in battles i could find to get what little money i could muster up for food and drink. I would sleep wherever i could find some shelter from the rain, wether it be in someones garage or just under a tarp that a food stand once stood under. This time in my life tought me discipline, tought me to be tough, and from fighting in the arenas, it tought me to be honourable, for
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Penned by my hand on the 14th of Chronos, in the year 249 AF.