BongoCatMC

His Life
A man who lives in Hartend going about his life sitting in his very own chair trying to make a living in the great kingdom of Galadonn. He wears a black suit of light armor inspired by Skyrim which he thought was "very clever of him and will make people like him". BongoCatMC has priorities like no other; wanting to work and protect his nation while being a loved citizen by all (he also wants a big statue of himself ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) ) BongoCatMC has classed himself as a problem solver and wants peace within the nation and has the ambitions to gain the kingdom a good reputation across the lands and to work by the kings side one day.

Past life
Before arriving to Rathnir he was a poor farmer working 24/7 with his father to sustain a healthy lifestyle, though never having a blessed childhood BongoCatMC did what he could to keep his family happy. His mother died when he was little but was never told of the cause and to this day never found out what really happened. BongoCatMC dreamed and hoped of a better future somewhere else in a safe environment. After the death of his father he sold his late fathers land to sum up enough money to seek a new future else where.

Apon getting off the ship and arriving to the land of Rathnir he was greeted by an individual by the name of Ernst. At first BongoCatMC was skeptical of what the man was wanting but realized it was an opportunity for a better life...

The Death Of His Beloved Horse
As BongoCatMC had been adjusting to the new lifestyle a new friend came into his life, a horse or rather a skeleton horse, this was new to him as he had very little comfort in Hartend He amounted enough money to buy a nametag and some leads. He named his horse Dakota.

Life was good, BongoCatMC had everything he wanted, a small fortune, a house and most importantly, a friend. This was until a dark misty night when he decided to take Dakota for a ride and show him all the spectacular places in the Kingdom. BongoCatMC had to leave as he had just became a knight and had important duties to attend to, duties where a horse wasn't safe to be kept. Once He came back to where he had previously tied his horse up and made sure Dakota had food to stay satisfied, he wasn't there...

All that was left of the horse was his lead and a few scratches along the walls of the alleyway where he was kept. BongoCatMC was in disbelieve, he couldnt grasp the situation. He collasped to his knees with an emotionless mind. He stumbled back to his home with tears emerging from his eyes. He slammed his front door open and fell onto his bed.

The next morning felt surreal to him, everything seemed fine yet it wasn't, he felt empty... BongoCatMC wanted two things; to find who killed his beloved horse, bring him to justice and build a memorial for his late friend.