My name is Pyrrhus. I am 16 years old, according to the years of man. I am called the Wanderer by many.
I stand 5 feet and 10 inches tall with light brown skin and black hair. I look rough most of the time because I spend most of my time traveling, hence my title as the Wanderer.
Although my mother wanted me to become the next Ruler of Kings, I intent to find my purpose throughout my journey.
A Sentimental Value
After some thinking, I decided to take my mother's portrait with me. As she was the person who raised, this will always remind me of her, and her wishes will be remembered every time I look at her portrait.
I was leaving the tavern this afternoon when I saw a mysterious hooded person looking directly at me across the street. At first, I thought he was just looking into the tavern, but when I met his eyes, he kept staring. I walked to him to confront him and he took off his hood and told me that he was my advisor, who had been watching me for a very long time. Too long, actually. He had followed me from my birthplace and was appointed by someone close to me. He said that he would give me advice whenever I needed it, but refused to say anything else.
It seems like he won't stop following me anytime soon, but I suppose that might be good. With his (Hopefully good) guidance, I might be able to reach my goal quicker.