Nails stretched to where his back cracked a few times. Then he cracked his neck and sighed. he descided to stand up and speak rather than sit. "My name is Nails Tannerwood. I am a swordcaster from the outter laying village of Mendo. The village is perched upon the foothills of Menula Penninsula.The people in the penninsula are known for their skin tone being a bit tanner than most of those found here in nite city. I was born about 19 years ago with pneumonia. Luckily our village doctor was schooled enough to save me and keep me alive. My father ran the local militia and had connections with militias across the penninsula. When i was 12, my father enlisted me in the milita as an errand boy, not too long after..one, two...i was 14, a band of bounty hunters came in search of several bounties posted in the capital by someone my father knew when he was younger. The bounties were of several men that kidnapped a few families from the capital city and hid them in one of the villages along the penninsula. It was true, our village did in fact hide these people, but it turns out they had information that showed a major corporation in the capital was very fraudulant and could potentially cause death among many of the middle and lower classes. The families escaped to here in hopes of protection. After they related their story, we freely offered room and board to the families untill everything blew over. Sadly, this wasnt the case. The bounty for the families was so high, that a large band of mercenaries, much larger than a few of the surrounding villages militias combined, came in search of the families. The village refused to give them up, so the bounty hunters kidnapped a few villagers in hopes of forcing us to give up the families. My father felt that even if we had given the families up, the mercenaries would still raid the village and kill us all. My father sent me to call together the nearby village leaders in hope of gaining their suport against the bounty hunters. More than enough pleged their militas and not too soon later, combat broke out. The conflict lasted a few months. I saw battle, except a mercenary shot me with a poison dart. Luckily, the pneumonia early in my life gave me enough immunity to overcome the poison. I was weak for a whole month. Luckily, i was able to watch the battles. I wrote down several differnt tactics used by the combatants. Militias tended to fight gureilla style when possible. And the mercenaries fought in squads unlike the militia. Eventually i got better and joined the "war". I took a leading position of a gurilla group and lead several strikes against the enemy. After another full month of fighting, the mercenaries retreated and my father left for the capital. In hopes of negotiating peace with the man. He did, and the fighting ended. I descided to leave home afterwards. To take up private investigation around the local villages. I became good at this, i helped with small missing items to larger land disputes. Eventually i made enough money to go to the larger cities. While i was away, my father passed due to a heart-attack. I returned home for his funeral. My brother's said it was ok for me to take his sword and travel doing things that he had done. When i turned 19, i descided to travel to one of the sister cities of the capital, nite city. It too me a about a month to get here, but i made it. I will stay and fight with you skyly." Nails sat down, finnished.