My name is Carmine, just Carmine. Its a name i gave myself when i was 5 i dont know exactly where i got it but i liked it and i didnt exactly have a family so i wasnt pressured to hold on to my parents Marriage Title like all the other kids. I, of course, was raised in a weavery. I think that was always annoying because they thought they "wove kids together to make families." In our weavery you were either the bully or the one that got bullied sometimes both. I was the one that got bullied. My bully? Kirk. Some fat ginger kid thats as pale as snow. Still know him today, after all we are now of the same cloth with 48 other kids. He still manages to make my life a living nightmare ruining dates and well, everything. Everyone thinks im a clumsy jerk and if i deny it and he figures out i did he beats me until im bruised and bloodied. My job in our village is to provide armor even tho i haven't heard of any kind of battle or even an army since the one formed 200 years ago. Maybe our elders like to wear them inside their private quarters pretending to be a knight of old, or maybe there are secret wars. After all nobody's been outside the walls, not that I've known of at least.
