Fate3
Villager
Petrias Achard
"The Valiant Knight"
BACKSTORY
Petrias Achard, the valiant knight whom sells his sword for the betterment of the realm, took his first breaths humbly enough.
Born to a duo of bakers, Petrias was immediately immersed in the warm scents and subtle sounds of a bakery that was as lively
as it was profitable. Poverty and strife seldom ever passed those oaken doors during the first two years in the Northern Continent,
and the atmosphere was always friendly in the small town that his parents had situated. However, Petrias remembers nothing of those
days: simply because he was not old enough to understand them. By his second year of life, the Bastion Stones had been removed and
thus began the reign of the undead. Unholy abominations scoured the land, and Petrias' family was forced to leave their generational
home completely. Boarding yet another boat, they made peace with the impossibility of ever returning to their familiar abode. His
parents had brought only what they could, and that haul lessened further when their young child was taken into account. Admittedly,
Petrias had cost them some valuable memories...but he could not deny that his parents would've chosen him over anything.
The journey across the seas was brutal, and Petrias' parents felt the weight of such prolonged travel. Attacks on the ship were numerous,
and they seemed to only get worse as weeks passed. Eventually, Petrias' father found himself claimed by one such assault. Cast overboard
by a creature unidentified, the male was never heard from again. Left to grief and sorrow, Petrias' mother took comfort in her son's presence.
He provided her strength in those last few days until reaching the Eastern Continent, and, by then, she'd accepted her husband's fate. If not
for herself, she must've realized that Petrias needed her support: even if it was guised over pain. Upon reaching this new land, Petrias' mother
did what she could to establish another bakery. While nowhere near as grand as the previous, it made due for what it was. Many of the pastries
lost their sweetness, without the presence of her beloved, but Petrias' mother managed as well as was possible. Thusly, Petrias used this new
environment to grow: still surrounded by those sultry smells, but missing something crucial to his development.
In his youth, Petrias chose to spend his time around the bakery: to help his mother oversee the business. It was a lot of toil, and the boy
recognized that his mother could not do it alone. So, he took to learning the trade in hopes of impressing her. He baked often, and almost
always received a burn or scratch for his troubles; not that Petrias minded the wounds too much. If it meant he was able to assist the bakery,
then he would gladly take a few cuts. On the other hand, time and practice proved to be excellent teachers. Petrias found that he'd quite the
gift for this sort of craft, making decadent treats and loaves much like his father had before his untimely departure. Patrons eagerly came
back to try what he'd to offer, even if some of his creationsweren't exactly "perfected" yet. His mother always heard praise for the work, many
of the admirers often noting how young he was. What they didn't realizewas that baking required patience and focus, two traits that Petrias
seemed to have in abundance. One couldn't say that he was born with the gift of pastry,but rather he'd received a mindset beneficial to the task.
Needless to say, Petrias carried on this tradition for years...and as he grew it became less and less appealing. At first he'd taken on the position
to aid his mother, but now...all he wanted was to find a path of his own. The bakery had been established, but Petrias' actual goals had not.
He sought clarity, and over time he began to find it.
His father had been taken, robbed of his opportunity to live, because monsters had overrun his homeland. While not a firsthand witness to
this travesty, the male wanted to do something about it: to at least ensure that it would never happen again, not to his mother. So, at the age of
seventeen, Petrias took up the sword. Buying the cheapest piece of steel available, the aspiring knight took his practice to the forest. There, he
occupied a clearing perfect for his type of training. Petrias was no professional, but that did not stop him from working hard. Even the greatest
of swordsmen started somewhere, and therehad to be one who pioneered the art...why couldn't he? The male started with what seemed most
natural: exercising his body. One couldn't hope toeven wield a sword without possessing the proper strength to manage it, and Petrias was
certainly lacking in that department. Hefting sacks of flour arguably garnered him some definition, but nothing close to what he was looking
for. So, he spent the first year simply molding his frame. The woods were often quiet and undisturbed, making his sessions highly productive
and incredibly well-focused. By nineteen, Petrias displayed a form befitting of his career choice. However gaining the muscle required was
hardly the difficult part. When it finally came time to hold that hilt, Petrias discovered that the sword was unruly and passionate. None of its
strikes were half-hearted, and gravity would not let it stop without a firm resistance to push against it. For the first time in years, Petrias felt truly
overwhelmed by a challenge. He needed a teacher...that much was apparent.
Unfortunately, no one ever rose to the task. In his vast search for a capable hand, Petrias only received pointers and the occasional example stance.
It vexed him, knowing that he might never gain the proper skills to do what he'd already devoted years to. Eventually, the knight simply gave up
on being taught. He would learn from himself, and get fluid with the movements of his sword. He didn't need a technique or special hold, he
needed to find what was comfortable to him...for he knew that would work best. Four years were devoted to such self-discovery, and when Petrias
broke free from his own tutelage: he felt prepared to take on the world. Careful in his decision, at twenty-three, Petrias made his farewells. Thanking
his mother for the years she spent making him feel special and loved, the knight embarked with tears staining his cheeks. She was alone now...and so
was he. The road carried him swiftly on that day, albeit Petrias had no earthly clue where he was going. He'd hardly ever ventured out of his town, so
exploring the world was surely a grand concept yet to be tested. Thankfully, Petrias made his way along finely enough. Within that week, the male
received his first contract. Simple in nature for one just starting out, Petrias completed it just as quickly. It was experience regardless, and Petrias could
always use more of it. Throughout the coming years, Petrias took on more and more work, gaining skill and knowledge in strides. Currently, at
twenty-seven, his hunger hasn't died for his work.Admittedly, he's never been happier...and now he's devoted his life to Valiant: the god that he knows
will always keep his family safe: for in valiance, one will always receive the justice they deserve.
I'm gonna be separating this profile into multiple posts because of the coding issues involved should I choose to make it one. That being said, all the details imperative to roleplaying with Petrias will be coming up next! For now, I hope you find some pleasure in reading his backstory while I write!
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