Bertrum Woodhouse

Backstory:
The Woodhouse family has long served the wealthy noble House of Oreioth.

Many generations since the first were always indebted, and so would the young Bertrum when his time came.

Bertrum was groomed for servitude since he was little. Being trained in all manner of preparation, stewardship, and the etiquette of high society. All of which he detested for the most part.

The one bit he took fancy too was fencing. He loved proving he was better then the higher born blue bloods training alongside him. He eventually went on to win several competitions Becoming a 3 time champion.

As a young man he was given minor duties of the household which he hated even more then being groomed to do them. While attending to these minor duties Bertrum came to know, and loath his would be master. Young lord Erin Orieoth hier to the fortune. Erin was a prideful Brat, and would often break or steal things then blame the help. His favorite scapegoat became Bertrum.

Bertrum was made his whipping boy as he was always perceived as the "Troublemaker" the "Black sheep" the non-conformist" For simply wanting something more out of life Bertrum was put down by his so-called betters.

"If that's what they think, then that's what I'll be. I'll show them"

He grew more and more rebellious with each year, his hormones boosting his more bold nature. Bertrum began to steal, drink, and gamble in his spare time. Falling in with the Wrong crowds in Sigil. Learning more then he ever had of the knowledge of the street. Many times did his father bail him out, and many times over did he tolerate Bertrum's mishaps. One night however his father witnessed him stealing from the royal family for drinking money, and this became the final straw.

"Boy, how dare you! These people have housed you, fed you, and groomed you for so long and yet you still feel entitled to their goods at a whim. Have I taught you nothing? Do you have no Honor, Respect? Do you not understand the weight of debt upon our blood? Were it not for the Oreioths we would be ruin." Bertrum had no sympathy for the words his father spoke fell on deaf ears."No Father, what THEY have taught me is that Respect is for those who can pay to fake it. That Honor is just a word. Debt's are just the chains they tie on your soul Father. The only way to live is how you see fit!"

Shortly after that incident Bertrum decided he had enough of this life, enough of servitude. He would be indebted to no one but himself. Life was his oyster to crack. The Horizon his only destination. "And so the wanderer walked towards the sun, and the world set him free"