My Origin

The Coat of Arms above is that of one of my ancestors! Below you will find the coat of arms that I have made for myself!

In the Society for Creative Anachronisms we each have an identity. This is the birthright of Julio Tovar in the Society for Creative Anachronisms!

Now and again I would look at the rising Sun! The direction of my homeland and think of how my life once was! I was born in Bilboa, Spain on the 14th day of July in the year of our Lord, 1273! My parents led a simple life as farmers! During the day my brothers tending to the land and the animals. While my sisters at the nearby stream tending to the washing and gathering of herbs and such. My father in the field with my brothers, and my mother tended to my schooling. I was a mischievious lad, always wanting to go out and play or see what the rest of the family was doing. My mother would tell me that there would be plenty of time for that. But she was wrong!

At the age of five, my mother bade me go to the beach while she took care of my baby brother. It was a warm Spring day when I saw a ship off shore. A ship that would change my way of life forever. I ran home and told my father the news, but I was too late! Before my eyes I saw giants with ivory skin and blond and red hair. They ambushed my family and slaughtered them all without a care in the world. I was too young to fight and captured rather easily. No one else survived the slaughter!

For twenty years I was the slave of that bastard they called Lord Randolf Stewart. During that time I was treated more like a dog than a human being. I worked hard doing whatever they asked of me and then some. When I did have free time my thoughts always went to trying to escape. I tried several times, but all of my efforts were hopeless! In every direction I ran there were always scottsmen or their many mongrels drawing attention. I was trapped in servitude to these bastards!

Through the years I grew quite strong from all the labor; even with the meager portions of food I was able to scroung up. During this time I was able to learn a lot about fighting and their language. It came about one day that I was bringing in buckets of water for the lady of the house and I came upon my master beating a boy! Being bound by my parents teachings, I stepped in and caught him offguard. Sending him onto the side of the table! I told the boy to run home and to never do wrong against anyone! Surprised by my strength and knowledge of their language, he bade me follow him out into the yard infront of the house. I followed and was surprised to see what had followed. He called for the clan leader and his guards. There was talking amongst the two of them, too low for me to understand.

Now I was more worried about what they had planned for me! I could probably take one or two, but the rucuss would cause more attention and the rest of the clan. The next thing I know the guards take me by the arms and lead me into village. Once there I was tossed into a cell, damned to be executed in the morning. When morning came I looked once again at the rising Sun, only this time for the last time. They came for me just as the Sun was a quarter above the horizon and escorted me to the square of the village where the entire clan was awaiting my execution. There in the center of this mob was a cinder block beckoning me forward to my death, which I had been waiting for all of my life. I knelt on the platform in front of the cinder block, with the clan leader towering over me with his mighty sword. And with one shing of the sword my fate was delt me, only not in the way I thought it would come to be. Instead of ending my life he cut the ropes that bound me there and spoke before the clan that I was free. With that done he covered me in his cloak and claimed me as a member of the clan. The crowd rejoiced and accepted me into the clan as one of them. I lived with my new found family for another two years, before I felt a yearning for home. I bid my clansmen fairwell and promised to return someday.

I left for Spain shortly there after and found to my surpise that one of my brothers had survived the attack from my new found clan. He told me of how our mother had noticed the ship in the distant and had taken me to the midwife and bade her take one of the horses and save him while she tried to come and get the rest of us. But before she could do that a giant came behind her and killed her, frightening the horse into a fast gallop. He has lived here these past twenty years taking care of the family farm, unknowing to the existance of a sibling. I told him all of what had happened over these past twenty or so years. I was home once again and yet I still felt something drawing me elsewhere.

I left home shortly there after and have gone wandering on a pilgrimage ever since. I have learned much from my comrads in Scotland and from my long lost brother. But I still feel that there is something missing from my life! For now, I am in constant search for the one day in which I will be able to bring honor to my name and my family!