Before we begin, let's go over a little background on your past.

You were born in the small human kingdom of Logras on the island of Albeun to a pair of somewhat well-off peasant parents. You had one older brother who died when you were too young to remember and a sister who's over twelve years older than you and was married off to someone else when you were six, so you never saw much of her in your childhood either. You were a secluded child who didn't enjoy going out very often, so you spent most of your childhood indoors with your mother, who was a ditzy washer-woman who worked half the day and slept through the other half. Your father went out to work as a smith and had more free time than your mother, but you secretly despised him for his constantly exploding temper and inability to take responsibility for anything.

He would beat you quite often when you messed up and say it was for your own good, which you knew was bullshit. In a way, his awful nature as a human being was the perfect example of what not to become in life and you lived your childhood years trying to avoid becoming him.

When you were twelve, you found out that you had quite an affinity for magic and managed to earn a wizarding scholarship to a hero school in a competition. The spell you made to win it, called "Immolate", was quite useful and quickly grew in popularity, making you very popular at school by proxy. During your sixth year, you had to reach level 2 with a party of adventurers from the school in order to graduate. You joined the best party in the school and smiled in giddy joy when you finally received your stat slate for the quest after so many years of anticipation, giggling lightly like a drunkard as it carved out words into its black rock surface when you touched it:

Level EXP STR DEX CON WIS INT CHA 1 0 11 9 12 14 17 10

You grinned as you wondered what kind of monster you ought to slay to get the most EXP the quickest. Goblins, maybe? Regardless, you'd be able to abandon your father's name and make one of your own by adventuring. You could get wealthy enough to buy your way into the nobility, perhaps, and get a family name of your own.

That way you'd not be weighed down by the name you were given at birth, the name of your disgusting father. You would no longer be Hale Reeves.

You'd be a hero. You'd be a god.