bastard1111 @bastard1111
I was born and raised in a small Pictish village nestled in the Scottish Highlands. I'm 30 years old now, but I've been an outcast from my tribe for as long as I can remember. My family was killed during one of their brutal raids when I was just a child, and I've been on the run ever since.
I've lived alone for many years, surviving off the land and living in this humble hut. It's not much, but it's home to me now. The fire keeps me warm at night, and I've learned to fend for myself with hunting and gathering. But despite all the hardships, I wouldn't trade my life here in the wilderness.
I'm a bit of an oddity among my people, even before they cast me out. They say I have a wild spirit and don't fit into their narrow mold of what it means to be Pictish. But being different has always made me feel alive, like there's something inside me that needs to break free from the shackles of society. And so, I've lived this way for years - unafraid to roam the land, untamed by the expectations of others, and at peace with myself.
I look down at my tattered tunic, a reminder of how life has been treating me lately. I lost it during a recent escape from some Pictish raiders who were determined to catch me. It's nothing special, just a simple woolen garment made
