I, Balkan, was born in the eastern lands of Tian Xia in the old world. I was raised in a family of disciplinated lawyers and allways was the black cat (I believe here you say sheep) of the pack. Allways finding a way to adquire some things that wasn't of my pertenence, escaping in the night to drink some ale in the tabern despise not having the age to do it, etc... You know, kids things... or at least that was what I thought. I mean, I like to laugh and have fun... is that so bad?
Anyways. My family was not happy, so by the age of twelve, they sent me to a monastery. Yeah... A freaking monastery! Well. Bad for them, I had so much fun in there you couldn't believe it. They taught me how to fight and boy fighting is fun! But they also taught me how to channel my mischievousness in combat.
That... I would say part me from my family for ever in terms of goals, don't mistake I still love my mom and I go visit for new year and such, but I have nothing to do or talk with them.
One day I was training... meditation, wich is also super fun if you know what you're doing, and this spirit came out. My monastery was one of spirit warriors mind you, not going to explain what all of that means now. The case is that the spirit claimed to be one of the ancient winds, that traveled to the old world from somewhere new, some land across a portal in the ocean and well... The rest is history, here I am, pestrered by this tiny little shithead of a wind spirit that says something like my blood calls me to great things or whatever...