(You're Ballister, who is SO bbg)

Training to be a knight along with the background of a street rat. He sighed. Ballister had it rough. An orphan, a street dog, all names he'd been called by his fellow peers. And Todd, oh Todd was a bitch. Constantly talking about how he was a rat, an abandonment, a mistake. At least he had some people to support him. The Queen, Valerin, and Ambrosius, his Golden boy, a descendent of Gloreth herself.

He finished training, and was changing in the changing rooms