Ten years ago, tucked away in the outer perimeter of Etzos, three eggs sat nestled together, watched over by a couple overjoyed at the prospect of raising a family together. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. The mother, caught in the crossfire of gang conflict in her neighborhood, was slain. The father, overwhelmed by grief, fell into alcoholism to try and nurse his broken soul. By the time the first cracks began to show in the shells, he had fallen so deep into debt that the thought of raising a family had escaped him. Offers were made by various parties he was indebted to regarding the unborn children and he accepted them without a second thought. Thus, there was a crowd there in his tiny hovel when the eggs cracked open, awaiting their pick of the litter. The lone female was a still-birth while the other two, brothers, came out kicking and growling. Selections were made and then the groups dispersed. The father would pass a few months later and the brothers . . . well they were never told of this fateful trial.
In their minds, they had been born alone.
Fur spent much of his childhood as the adopted child of a human couple who worked in the employ of one of the seedier brothels in the NW Housing Quarter. They were infertile, so Fur was their one and only child that they doted on when time allowed. He was never well-off, but at least for a time he never was lacking in attention. This changed, however, in Ashan 718 when the Etzori army, freshly wounded from the Black Guard's slight earlier in the season, ravaged the quarter. The brothel was ransacked and his parents put to the sword by raging troops, and Fur barely escaped the burning building from the upper story window. Orphaned and homeless, the child was forced into even greather hardship.
The next year was spent in a similar state. He subsisted on things he could steal and the odd job here and there for various thugs and criminals throughout the city. As of yet, he had avoided falling into the trap of exclusive affiliation, making it known instead that he was more a freelancer. Life was still very much trial-to-trial, though, and Fur was eager to begin making the steps to bring him out of this hole and, hopefully, find his purpose along the way.
