Jefferson

Jefferson Thanstitine Morrison the 4th, the Saint of Thanstitine

	Jefferson was born to an a higher class family of Nobles. His family had ties with many of the mines that were located across the area of the town called Commonreach and had made money years ago with investments made by his grandfather Jefferson the 2nd. His father Jefferson Morrison the 3nd was born into money and his parents were killed in an assassination attempt when he was four. They were assassinated by his aunt Claudette who had married rich at a young age to a older gentleman of a rival family, the Bellfords. Her husband had died a similar death to Than's father, however by his own wife's hand instead. The Old man was wise however and had set out a will to give away his land and property to his son's as he had foreseen the his own death from his wife. She then turned to her brother who had by now garnered a fortune. They were both born to a couple, Jefferson Morrison the 1st, who had been a miner for much of his life. When he grew sick from the coal and dust that plagued the mines his son had taken over his role as miner. However luck struck him as he saved his money and bet it over a deal that would win him the deed to the tavern that his mother had worked in, allowing her to retire. From there he would mass as much gold as he could foster, later marrying to a young noblewoman, Diane Wilkerson. They had fallen in love, her at the age of 25, and he at the age of 47 and would bear two children, the third Jefferson and his sister Diane the second. The jealousy and greed that be struck his sister however was his doomed as a man broke into the house and killed both of his parents. However, the town guards were of suspicion of Claudette for her own husband's murder already and took her in, leaving Jefferson the 3rd orphaned.
	Jefferson the 3rd was to be raised by his elderly grandfather, on his mother's side. He was a man of great respect as he was both a nobleman, related distantly from a prince as well as a war veteran back before most people's time at the age of 84. He would raise Jefferson to the age of 14 before passing away. But within those ten years he would educate Jefferson to become a squire, politician, and proper nobleman. He had known he didn't have too much time left within the world, so he dictated Jefferson's life exactly. He had each meal for each day of the month planned at the very least three months in beforehand and had carefully sought out tutors at no expense to make sure his grandson had the best of educations. His labors would pay off after his death as he son practically raised himself up from there and had expanded the empire and wealth he gained from both families investing in troops and the military, funding on defense as well as the local mining and smithing economy to provide to the kingdom a fair amount of arms and armors. This and raised himself in politics gaining favor from the king itself as his logistics proved vital in a small war that might of otherwise effected the kingdom had he not responded quickly himself. Jefferson the third would later marry a young woman by the name of Sophia Lauch. She was a traveler who had not planned to move to the mining community. She was a traveler by religion and had stopped by the town's bar which the Morrison family stilled owned the deed too and had brought the entire place within a massive brawl. At first sight of Jefferson as he joined within the fights himself, having been there to inspect the distillery himself, she stopped in awe as he did. From there they would be wed in a night, not too uncommon for it's time and would foster a child only a year later naming him Jefferson Thanstitine the fourth.
	After the birth of their child, Sophia had been called back to the wilds by her nature. She had begone to despise her husband, not for his personality or lack of love, but rather by confinement. It had never been her nature to be a housewife, nor to be ever married and raising a child did not suit her. So, one night before leaving a note as well as a dagger she had carried for protection for her husband and child she left without taking a thing but the clothes she had brought to the town on her back. Her husband however only shed a single tear as he clenched onto his child, as he never thought she would stay by her very nature, and put away the note and dagger for his son rather than reading it for himself and cause further pain. He would try to educate the child just as he was in his youth from the days he could walk. However he couldn't keep up with his studies as vigilantly as his own grandfather, having mines, taverns, and other business and politically matters to follow suit with.
	Jefferson Morrison himself began to grow distant from his father as he was often gone and when he was with him often strict as well he refused to speak about his mother ever, only that she was very beautiful. He still loved his father, but his nature just as his mother's didn't keep him within place. Often he would be seen rushing into the nearby forests or trekking into the abandoned collapsed mines that littered the area. One day, while he was exploring the town itself at the age of ten, a small ring on the fingers of a older gentleman caught his eye. He had always known wealth, but this ring was different. It wasn't from the lands Jefferson had known, and he knew he wanted it. He ran to the old man and requested the ring stating, "Whatever money it takes I will have that ring old man!" The Man smacked him across the face and scolded him correspondingly, "You can't run around trying to take whatever you want just because your daddy has money! You have to learn to be a good little boy who can grow to be a man!" "I will have that ring even if I have to kill you, you damn old man!" Jefferson stated in retort as he kicked the shin of the old man and ran away. Later that evening Jefferson would sneak out of the house and break into the old man's house, throwing a brick through the window and rushing out with the ring. For some reason the old man wasn't home as the house was silent even from all the nose the young boy had made. Later the next day the boy would learn Jefferson very well did die that day from falling from being stabbed in the back outside his own home. He was apparently investigating the window breaking outside.
	Throwing a fit over the news of the death and his own hands in responsibility he searched through his massive empty house for his father, but found nothing. He found only a note, "Sorry, I had to leave for important business, the southern city was invaded and I need to make sure our shipment of swords makes it to the men by noon of tomorrow. I'll be back." Jefferson ran from his home to the church, knowing no one else to turn to and spoke with the only priest, William Hornfelt. The Priest was relatively new and town, and not a lot of folk truly trusted him yet as he seemed overly zealous over money for a priest. William consoled the young man asking him what he had done. "You had no part in that man's death. It was inevitable, but why do you feel such pain over it? He had died of nature, nothing else." Jefferson stated back to him, "But... but... I stole his ring... I didn't mean to kill him over it..." The man took the ring as it was shown to him, "You stole this all by yourself now did you? Why was that, you're of wealthy blood. Why didn't you just buy it off of him?" The man retorts, not  judgmentally, but very eager to hear the boy, curious, too curious. "I wanted it an he wouldn't accept my money..." "Now, now boy you haven't done anything wrong. We all have wants, if a man steps between our way, then there is nothing wrong about stabbing them in the back for it!" The man says with a smile as he flips a coin between his fingers. "But, I'm sorry to say, I can't let you take credit for my own kill, that man owed me money so I had to show him what happens. Now this will be between us, right boy?" The boy shook his head as the man grabbed him, "Now, I can show you how to get whatever you want, whenever you want, and no one will ever question you."
	For the next seven years the boy would be honed by his new mentor in thievery and deception as he grew more distant from his father. Disputes over money and his actions with the people in town would keep him locked inside his own home by his father, but he would learn the pick the locks which had to be changed every two weeks. He would later find within the attic the letter from his mother stating and the dagger. He would leave that night just as she did seventeen years ago. He would use the skills in thievery he had gained to survive. He'd hitch along caravans, stealing from them as they leave and stab in the back anyone who got in his way. He would gain a small reputation known as "Saint Thanstitine" as he would often pretend to be a traveling priest, but also as the Wandering Rogue in search for his mother.