1. Nationality: American
2. In Game - Name: Gregor_Pyke
3. Amount of time spent on Persistent World: Since 3.5B. Not sure the exact date.
4. RolePlay Age: 17 years.
5. Relations to your RolePlay Character: Bastard son to a minor noble in Tahlberl. Disowned by the family. Distant cousin of Maximus_Antillar.
6. Background of your RolePlay Character: Born to a noble father and a common mother, Gregor was raised in Haringoth Castle with the rest of the lord's sons. Gregor liked the master-at-arms at the castle the most, preferring him over his lord father (who he resented for fathering him as a bastard) and his lady "mother" (who refused to even talk to him). The grizzled old veteran would teach him a few things every now and then, but they were never too close. Most of others at the castle bore no grudges. However, as soon as he came of age, he was ejected from his lord father's household and told to go find his way in the world as a bastard.
Naturally, that didn't sit too well with Gregor. Still, he saw it coming, and decided to join up with a caravan on its way to Praven. The caravan was waylaid on the road by bandits, but thankfully only a handful were injured. Still, the caravan decided that it might be better to stop and rest somewhere, so they sold their goods in Suno instead. Gregor was okay with this, but the brief skirmish told him that travelling with a caravan was dangerous work, and so he bid his new friends goodbye and set off into the countryside alone. He hadn't thought that this was perhaps a little more dangerous than travelling with a caravan.
Needless to say, Gregor soon ended up back in Suno with a broken leg and damaged pride. After this encounter, Gregor decided he had enough adventure for a year and joined up with the town watch, figuring it to be some easy gold with no real soldiering involved. He had come to have a healthy respect for the danger that soldiering involved, though he had never been a soldier. And that's where the story leaves off, pretty much.
7:Steam: rwcaufield