Highlights:
Nationality
Irish/unknown
Year of Birth1180
Birth Month unknown
Birth Day unknown
Profession
Habits/Preferences: Known to listen to music at all times of the day, eat enormous amounts, and hosting small parties in the evening.
Hobbies: Sparring, games of chance, cards
Dislikes: Anyone who is neither Roman, Irish, British, Nordic. Kills Frenchies on sight. Tenuous relationship with the Russians.
Mother Name Leah Trim
Father Name Joseph Trim
Siblings Several of note, but family tree is to extensive to organize
Spouse Nationality
Children Alexander Trim
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Located in Ireland, the town of Trim had long been lorded over by the stern and just Trim family. When Hugh De Lacy saw fit to build a castle there, the family of Trim saw it as there right to be lords over it as well. De Lacy did not agree. During the Cromwellian wars the castle was granted to the Wellington family. The Trims did not agree and carried the walls of the fortification with the aid of loyal towns people. The ousted the Wellington retainer and established themselves in his place. The Wellingtons, b being far too rich to care about such a trivial fort, let it be. The family Trim however did not know this, and employed a town guard to fight any invading troops, rebuilt the crumbling stronghold, and began to produce weapons illegally. The were at peace for many years.
Two years into the reign of the newest Lord, Nathan, son of Joseph, an attempt on the castle was finally made. Under the decree of Arthur Wellington, a score or so of assassins breached the castle in the dead of night. The alarm was raised and the assassins lowered the gate to keep the town guard out. In the courtyard of the main tower, a fierce battle ensued.
A group of Nathan's closest friends and relatives, including a pair of known horse thieves, a Russian mercenary, and an enigmatic healer. These men battled it out in the courtyard, until the assassins abated, most of there number dead. They allowed the fighters to leave if they went at once.
In the chaos of the ensuing battle between the assassins and the town guard, the friends slipped away unnoticed, to the local docks, and from there to the sea port. From which they boarded a freighter bounded for a distant land named Apocrypha.
There the friends roamed long and far. First, joining a band of common stealer's and thugs. Then, conscription into the Roman IX legion, where the friends, now brothers, were forged in battle as meat shield auxiliaries.
From there, to the Holy Military Order of Broknarra, the holiest of Apocryphan orders. They traveled with those monks to the land of Broknarra, in which the reside today, pledging there cause to any force deemed just, and always on the look out for Arthur Wellington, who ousted them from there beloved home.
