Ulric the strong

You are the son of a noblewoman, though you are unsure which one, who was cast out, abandoned as a baby, for the crime of being born a boy.

You were taken in by a sympathetic farmer woman, who died shortly after you turned fourteen.

you spent the rest of your childhood either begging or fighting, alone and unwanted.

As you grew, it soon became clear that you were an uncommon specimen. by the age of eighteen, you stood six feet and nine inches tall, and weighed over three hundred pounds.

At nineteen, through trickery and theft, you managed to procure a sword, produced by a sympathetic blacksmith's apprentice, that was a proper size for one as large as you. After three years, through practice in secret, as men were not allowed to carry, let alone train with swords, you were able to garner a moderate skill level with it. This, combined with your colossal strength, made you a formidable opponent.

You spent these years honing your skills for one reason. you were going to rule Estara. You knew, deep in your soul, that you were superior to these women, and you were going to make them take their proper place, kneeling before you as loyal slaves.