My proposed character is Marcial de Salas, a 16th century Spaniard.
Born and raised in Salas Espania until the tender age of 10. That was
when news came of my father's death in the wars. Devastated, my
mother and I travelled westward, to Italia and stay with a relative
in the sacred city of Roma. But it was not to be. We were robbed, and
my mother slain. Alone, I sought refuge in monasteries, relying on
the goodness of townsfolk and monks, learning what I could from the
local peoples, which I repaid with the service of my sword and the
sweat of my brow. This continued as I wandered the countrysides of
Espania, Gaul and Italia, learning from masters of sword and art
alike. It was four years ago that I met a man who took me to the
place I would finally call home once more. He took me to a green land
of beautiful women, hearty men, and flowing uisce beatha. They call
it Eire. Here I have made my home, taken a wife, and raise my child.
My greatest battle, aye, tis one that shall have to be told round a
roaring fire with mead to aid the telling!