Salazar the Great

What is a man without a name? A man is nothing. Without a name, a man cannot speak. Without a name, a man cannot wield power. Without a name, a man cannot have a family. Without a family, the man has nothing.

I was born on a cold, stormy night in a distant tavern - at least that's what they told me. I never knew my father, nor my mother. She abandoned me as a babe. Instead of growing up and learning right from wrong, I grew up learning what it took to survive. My friends, if you would call them that, were all I had. A band of scared children hiding in plain sight, waiting. Waiting for our opportunity to take from the rich, or the poor. Nothing mattered to us, we had nothing. I got quite good at thieving. Learned all the tricks of the trade. It's easy to steal from the rich, they never realize what's gone. Now the poor, they realize. I was only 8 when I bled my first man. A poor old man, so tired, so weary...so weak. I had seen him hiding an end of bread behind a rock near where he lay. When he closed his eyes, I moved in. So fast, so quiet, so...tactful. I already had the bread in my hand when he realized what was happening. He tried to take it from me. Worst mistake of his life. He cornered me screaming and howling like a wolf. What he didn't know...I'm no wolf, I am a lion, and he cornered me. It took me only a fraction of a second to crush his jaw with my fist. He fell, bloodied and crying. So...exhilarating. With that piece of bread I had finally gathered enough food to leave the city and travel to new lands.

It was a long and difficult journey, but I made it. Learning to live off the land was a tough challenge, but it had its rewards. It suits me, working for what you have - not having everything handed to you by someone who did no work to obtain their wealth. But this city, it reeks of the rich. All their petty squabbles, it means nothing. They think they know hardship or famine? Well I'll show them, I'll show them all. But how does a man with no name obtain power? How does a man with no name lead the masses? How does a man with no name rule?

I take what is mine, and protect the weak. I have no lands, titles or wealth. This will all change. The world is mine for the taking, and take it I will. Through blood and steel, or through cunning and scheming, the world is mine.

I am Salazar, and this is my story.