Well, it's not that really big a deal, due to how it was in a different world, separate from this one. If you're curious, the story is short. I was a convict in my home world. I made due in jail by making money in fighting matches--legally, under the jail's rule--and got good at it to a point where I was comfortable, money-wise. The Warden didn't like how I'd made such a name for myself, so he stole all my money. So I challenged him to a fist-fight to get it back, and well.
I'm warden now.
[ the story is missing so many details but wriothesley was never a person who liked talking about himself, so. tl;dr ]
Now I'm in this world and I offered my services to aid the Black Order. The rest is history. I don't have... great social skills. Back home, most people feared me and ran rather than to sit down and have a chat with me.
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I was a convict in my home world. I made due in jail by making money in fighting matches--legally, under the jail's rule--and got good at it to a point where I was comfortable, money-wise.
The Warden didn't like how I'd made such a name for myself, so he stole all my money.
So I challenged him to a fist-fight to get it back, and well.
I'm warden now.
[ the story is missing so many details but wriothesley was never a person who liked talking about himself, so. tl;dr ]
Now I'm in this world and I offered my services to aid the Black Order. The rest is history. I don't have... great social skills. Back home, most people feared me and ran rather than to sit down and have a chat with me.