⚔️Serberia

I have almost no memories of home left, only fragmented recollections, images, and various details. I remember that the house was large, or at least it seems so to me now. Besides my parents, other people lived there, but I can't say anything more specific about them. All I know is that they treated me kindly. They also taught me to treat them in the same way, as well as most of the people around us. The instructions from my father and mother are clearly preserved in my mind, speaking of honesty, justice, and other virtues. Of course, this wasn't said just once, but repeated many times while I was with them. I don't remember how old I was when we left our home and set out on a journey. The road seemed endless to me, and the landscapes were not very different from each other. I often asked where we were going and why, but I was only told that it had to be done, and that was all. Such a long journey tired me out, and the feeling of fatigue remained strongly in my memory, not to mention other hardships. It’s not appropriate for a child to endure all the difficulties of distant travels, but apparently, there was no other choice.
Along the way, others joined us, including Guy Han, who was a family friend and whom I eventually stayed with. As far as I remember, we stopped near some city, and part of the group went there to replenish supplies, as I was told. But not everyone returned. Mr. Han said that we needed to leave urgently, and the remaining group quickly gathered their belongings and left the camp. We walked together for a few days, then separated, and there were only two of us left. We continued to travel around the world, stopping in cities and villages. Sometimes we simply ate, drank, and rested, and sometimes we met different people. Often, we had to stop in nature and spend the night under the open sky. During the day, we usually set up camp near rivers and lakes, and at night we looked for a more secluded place, such as caves or ruins. While resting, Guy Han liked to sing Shengkai songs, and although I didn't understand what they were about, I enjoyed the melodies. He also almost always found time for meditation, during which he would sit on a small rug that he carried with him. Once, I asked him about it, and he told me about the Artery. The next time we were in a city, Guy bought a small rug and a book for me, which described the teachings of the church in detail. It was then that I felt the desire to open my heart to the goddess of love and begin my spiritual journey.
After that, there were many other events, discoveries, and acquaintances, including with the Amant organization, in which my parents and Guy Han were members. But I was too young for it, so my mentor had to leave me in an orphanage because I could no longer travel with him. He did not name the reasons, but I think there were serious grounds. However, I was told that eventually someone from the organization would appear who would help me join them if I still wanted to help people. And so it happened.

Origin: Anemon
Belief: Church of the Artery
Year of birth: 759 (Triera)
Month of birth: July (Hydra)
Skills: /post/1212252/
Equipment:** two-handed sword, traveling clothes (it's a pity you can't have the outfit from the picture), camping gear (backpack, sleeping bag, etc.), prayer rug, book of the Artery, lyre, round medallion with a sword in the center (from relatives), symbol of Amanton (if needed), some kind of medicine (like a bandage), food, and money.