Crime, Blood and coin.

When I was young. I was not exactly what you would call... a good son. After my dad left I was angry, mad, and Distrustful of the world as a whole. I lashed out at my mother. Friends. School. Whatever and whoever. And eventually, this got me in bad with the wrong types of people. Owed gold to a crime boss. And to pay it off he had me run jobs that got me in the guard house more than once. And a thumping from my mother plenty more. After about 2 years of this and I got nabbed in a break in one day that ended up with a poor old lady having some sort of stress-related attack or body illness. I was picked up by the guard. Shortly after i was cleared of wrongdoing by the guard. But was told if i was picked up again. It was to the hole with me for good. That old lady changed my life. Knowing I had that profound of an effect on people. After I joined the town street watch. Then as a running for the Guard shacks in town. When the war went sour and all young men got conscripted I automatically joined. At 14 I was too young to do much else other than run. And so I did. Gaining quite the nickname for myself.