Duke from Stannisberg

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My name is lord Philippus Theophrastus Bomdastus von Hohenhiem. My family calls me Peracisus. My “friends” in Stannisberg call me “The Duke”. I am a son of a lord, his Grace, Constantine Edmund Walter von Hohenhiem. As I grew up, I had everything. But all I wanted was excitement and the thrill of living. First girls gave me that thrill, a little unlawful cardinal activity. Deflowering a girl of Peerage, and running from her father was exhilarating. But this thrill left me empty. I would attend a party drink my wine and look over the girls at the event and did not find any of them to be worth the effort. This is when I found true vim, cat burglary, 2nd story man, breaking and entering. I became the Mid-night Brigand; I stole from all the noble families. I did not care what I took as long as I heard about the theft the next day. Finally, I found what I was searching for the energy of life. But all good thing must come to an end, one night as I was returning home my father caught me unloading the trinkets which he identified as the property of some earl. He was dismayed with my actions, and he punished me. He gave me a part of my inheritance and sent me away, to Stannisberg. The “friends” here in Stannisberg tried to get under my skin by calling me “Duke”. At first, I tried to explain to the slack jaw, knuckle dragging, mouth breathers that I am a son of a Lord, and my father his Grace, and no one in my family was a duke. The “friends” made the interaction into a fantastic joke, so, I just allowed them to continue to call me “Duke”. I have lived in this backwater, the hill jack run, shantytown for about four years but now my money is about to run dry, so adventuring I must go.

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