Sukyong, my mother, made her living as a soldier of the army and her husband, Tuk-cho worked in the palace as a Stable Master.  Unfortunately, during the War of Hearts, Sukyong was wounded.  Though her wounds were not immediately life threatening, a fever and infection later developed and took her life.  Tuk-cho was left to raise their only child on his own.

       The youngest years of my childhood was spent in the stables, helping my father to keep the horses fed, groomed and healthy.  Trained to be battle steeds they were often surly and stubborn, their bloodlines well bred to preserve their aggressive nature.  Though the creatures would often calm to the sound of my voice, as I seemed to bond easily with them and they would eager await my appearace at the stables each day.  I enjoyed my time at the stables with my father, we bonded deeply together over the horses.  It is sad, but it is the only bond we truly shared.  

        Later on, when I was of appropriate age, my father sent me off to the Warrior Master in the city of Koguryo to train as a warrior.  Apparently my mother had told my father that this was her wish for my future.  So I studied and trained hard, working to truly hone my mind and body to shock battle.  I was not their best student, but perhaps their most persistant.  Even when it took me time to perfect one skill, I trained tirelessly on my own until I was prepared for the next step of my learning.  
Perhaps it is this, that drew a chongun guide to befriend me during my schooling.  I consider myself lucky since many don't discover their true calling until later in their training, but mine became clear under SilentS guidance.

          It wasn't long after I'd finished my training, though I tended to keep to my solitary nature, trekking through the Mythical horse cavern to slay and keep their population under control.  That was my favorite pasttime, especially after I developed a rather exuberant fondness for seared horse haunch.  Quite delicious with a bit of dried seaweed and pulped apple as garnishes.  While I was on one of my solitary journies through the horse cavern, I came across a young muse.  His talents weren't quite well developed yet, and as he mended my wounds through our trek through the caves, he spouted poetry and told stories to keep us amused.  Despite my slight loathing of the romantic notions of love, I found it exactly that.

          It was during this time that I came in contact with the Jeong-Kim family for the first time.  While serving in Destiny clan, I was approached by the then Primogen, Diskord.  He asked me to serve in his council and work for the clan, and of course I did not refuse, for the clan is my home.  Diskord proved to be competent in his duties with a general fairness that made him a fine primogen.  I think the clan flourished quite well under his guidance, even though we perhaps butted heads on the occassion.

         Of course, while I was serving in the council, the Primogen met and married a druid named Lashalla.  It seemed they shared a passion for the wilderness and deep seated wildness that was interesting to watch blossom.  I found it to be slightly disgusting, but I am not what you would exactly call a romantic person.  Though I found some of their interactions ... disturbing ... we got along fairly well.

  It was Lashalla, I believe, that eventually sat me down and spoke to me about her step-son. Despite the fact we had found a common enjoyment for training and collecting rats for his pet goat, Fredrick, she wondered if were wise to be wed so soon.  She was kindly and concerned for our feelings and well-being, which always speaks well of a person.  I didn't even truly have to consider it when I told her that I, in fact love her son very much.  Though I did not simper and swoon as some women might, I showed my love through the perfect swing of my sword, the clash of my shield against heftier opponents, and the blood we spilled to perfect our training.

         Even his brother, Jikoku, seemed to understand.  I remember his brother coming to my aid when I was struggling with a hefty problem.  Despite our newer acquaintance, he suggested a solution that was plausible.  Though Limmerick and his brother rarely seem to get along, they had a deeper fondness for each other.  I think that perhaps they could be friends some day, but I doubt that day will be soon.  Which is perhaps why I, in turn, studied his young wife to be a bit overly close.  I would not want his heart broken by a young upstart, though I eventually found her to be quite interesting.  Her mother was a rather twitchy priestess who was at least amusing at our gatherings.

         From the day I married into the Jeong-Kim family, they have shown nothing but kindness and a protection that has been unfamiliar and unsettling in ways.  With my Uncle Gimpy, I found camraderie and friendship as we trained together under the Chongun oath.  Forging bonds through exercise and invention, clanship further each of my associations with this family that had adopted me as kin.  I never thought that I would find a place where I felt as at home as I did in my father's stables.  I was wrong however, and it shows every day that we come together.

-HyunYong
Tinker
Chongun Sentinel
Destonian