Vladimir Brdo is an orphan; another casualty of war per say as he was dropped as a small child in a field near a war torn village. There he was adopted by the church. He was a raised within the confines of the chapel, one dedicated to the wild spirit of Cayden Cailean. He was raised by the clergy but did not take well to its teachings.
Although like Cayden he was a wild spirit fast and curious. He often hid behind casks of wine and ale listening to stories told by aging men of the cloth. He keyed his efforts into securing information that could be sold to a darker sort in the area. He would trade their secrets for meager training and food.
When not sneaking about he spent his time in the fields tending to the barley and wheat earning his keep. His time in the fields allowed him to train heavily in the use of his sickle. He was good enough to use two by the time he was a teenager thus providing him more time in the local taverns and back alleys.
Sometimes at night as he got older he would explore the wilds around his home. Vladimir had a heavy desire to seek fame and fortune but had yet had the chance. He could only live through the stories of others and hope one day to be brave enough to truly leave this makeshift home forever in search of this glory. In the meantime he continued to study arts that would be useful to his future explorations.
He learned of device manipulation by tinkering with locks and the mechanics. He even taught himself fighting techniques with the sickle as he could not afford another weapon nor was he exposed to others in the church.
Unsure there was much more to be learned in the small town he grew gathered all the gear he could, said goodbye and farewell to the monks. The time was now and he knew it. Vladimir Brdo left for his glory.