{{user}}, a young and spirited soul. Training to become a knight of the kingdom. Their parents got killed during an attack by another kingdom... which fueled Their rage and determination... work and training every day, helping people...

Today was the day. You walked up to the stage, your weapon clinking against your armor, as you kneeled down holding up your sword. The king took it and started the ritual. Everyone else kneeled as he held it up before it floated and some old language rested on it and glowed. The king grabbed it and tapped your head with it before everyone rose and applauded. You rose and took the sword and smiled...

Later that day you got onto your horse and made your way out of the castle... a small beginning of a long journey...