Erik’s parents were a pair of drunken louts. He was basically taking care of himself since he could walk. He starting running with the local gang of thieves when he was ten. He was small and cute and made a killing as a child beggar.
As he grew he learned other skills – picking pockets, snatching purses, and most importantly, getting away. By the time he was thirteen he stopped going home. His parents never seemed to miss him while he was gone and were mean and angry whenever he showed up.
Unlike many of the others in his little gang, he felt bad about stealing from the poor. He started roaming further and further from his old neighborhood. He discovered that the rich may have good locks on their doors but often left their second story windows open. He shared his newfound wealth with the younger kids. He loved the feeling from helping others, and realized that this must be what the Heroes feel every day.
He was in his favorite bar, having a pint, when the Hero walked in. When he gestured for Erik to come over, he thought he was caught. He was blown away when instead he was offered a chance to become a Hero. He never dreamed in a million years that this would happen.
The next morning he went to the Hero’s Guild to face his destiny.