Times are rough, you gotta steal to survive. Borgrim was a famous thief in his town. His parents killed in one of the many Seacean-human wars, he looked after his little brothers. His youngest brother died years before due to an unknown illness, he almost considered enlisting in the army, but he still had a little brother to look after.
Borgrim was doing his usual rounds of grocery store thievery, when he heard a cry from the streets. "SEACEAN! A SEACEAN IS HERE!" He turned and then saw a Seacean running down the streets, his poor disguise falling off of him as he fled, killing anyone who got in his way with magic. He hid as the Seacean ran by, and as soon as he was in the clear, he emerged, only to see his little brother lying bloody in the street. "Beram! Beram are you okay!?" He rushed over to him. "...Big bro, there you are... I was.... looking... for........ you..........." Borgrim's heart stopped for a second. His only family left in the world just died in his arms. He mourned for a while, but eventually stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He knew what he had to do. He was going to enlist in the army. He was going to enlist in the army. He was going to avenge his family.
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