Virfortis

Name
Virfortis, or Vir-Fortis is a Latin word, at its roots it means "Strong Man". As a nickname people call him Virfo. Back in his hometown he had another nicknam, Dolor-puer, which in latin means "smart child". His mother named him this after his father, she would constantly tell him he was a lot like his dad. Sadly, Virfo never got to meet him before he was taken away by the sapphire commonwealth military. His father was a very reboulis man, he would lead small but reasonable sized groups of people to the capital city, Tengaesalt to protest rights for all citizens. He wanted a better world for his son, little did he know it would lead to his demise.

Growing up
Growing up Virfo did not have such a good child hood. He was raised in a small town inside the plagatea, or as its more formally known, the sapphire commonwealth. After his father was taken away by the military, they started looking for his family. They raided his town when Virfo was only 7 years old, burning it to the ground and capturing anyone and everyone they found. They wanted to suppress any and every rebal group until everyone cooperates with the government. Only 10/23 people made it out alive, including Virfo and his mother. The small group of people road boats across a river and away from the burning town. They wandered through forests, vast dry and cold deserts, across snowy mountains and all that wall staying away from civilization. This contunited on for weeks, until they eventually made their way to a small, hidden area with mountains and trees covering it. They called this place their new home, building small huts inside the valley. At this point 2 more people perished due to starvation, cutting the population down to 8 people. Virfo, his mother and the other 6 people continued to live here for another 3-4 years. The village was cut off from socity, causing the launguge to slightley take a shift, not dramaticly enough to change. Living off of the cows, pigs and sheeps they seemed to find over the years. They had big farms, in fact most of the village was a farm, with wheat and potatos growing everywhere. During this time period in Virfos life he learned many important skills on how to hunt, build, farm, start a fire and most importantly, stay hidden.

A Comforting Illusion
Everything started to feel better for Virfo, but it was only an illusion. Soon the sapphire commonwealth military would find them again, and this time they had more troops than last time. They came to the vally from all sides of the mountains, surrounding them in the process. Riding down the hills with their horses, with sharp enchanted netherite swords and axes. Virfos mother told him to "run" but Virfo demanded that he would stay back and fight them with her. In their small hut they had two doors, a front and a back, the soldiers were breaking the front door open. They both could hear it, a loud horrid sound from the front. She told Virfo "I love you with all my heart. I'm so sorry, this may be the end for me, but not you". She quickly pushed Virfo out of the back door, locking it behind him. Virfo had no other choice but to run. Virfo had a small bag with a few of his belongings, a cobble axe, a bar of gold, a stack of bread and $50. This sadly was not nearly all of his things, but in the short amount it took the military to come, he only could pack a few items. Virfo was on the run again, but this time all by himself.

On The Move
Although Virfo escaped the valley, he was lonely. He was only 11 years old when he got separated from everyone. He found a stuffed-animal wolf on the side of a road he was wandering down. It was covered in dirt and looked disgusting. It had a large tear on the back of its neck, leaking stuffing everywhere. A grownup may see this as a trash, but to a 11 year old child, it was a new friend. He called this wolf "Amica" meaning friend in Latin. Every night he would camp in the forest, starting a fire and staying around it. He would fall asleep cuddling his stuffed-animal. He was always on the move, never staying in the same place as he slept. As he wandered around the countryside, he would steal a little bit of food from the farmers fields he passed. So no one would notice, he would quickly replant the seeds he stole to make it seem as if nothing ever happend. If someone attempted to follow Virfo, they would find it to be very hard. All the clues they would have would be burnt out campfires and the crumbs of leftover food. Virfo was very skinny at this time in his life, he did not eat much as it was very hard to get actual food. His mental health was slowly decreasing too and soon turned depressed. Virfo spent most nights crying himself to sleep, he never talked to anyone who he passed, scared they would try to capture him or even worse. Every time he saw someone he would hide behind a nearby building or tree. Really anything that would keep him hidden.

One day Virfo was wandering and he saw someone start to walk by him, quickly in a panick he glaced around for somewhere to hide. He was near a lake, as usual he hid behind a tree. Instead of continuing to walk, the strange man sat by the lake. He pulled out a fishing rod, glowing from all of its enchants. He tossed it into the lake, starting to hum the song