The holey monk

Zanward grew up as a taller than normal, but otherwise average child from a poor family. Nothing quite special about his upbringing, other than his father and mother would gamble away their weekly earnings in a smoke filled parlor while they drank and he was forced to sit and watch. His parents never paid him much attention and would rather make jokes about him while he sat in the corner. One night, his parents took advantage of a fairly wealth traveler coning him for his money and winning a fairly large some. So large in fact they decided their best option was to leave their home town and begin travelling to remote destinations in order to con others in games of chance. They also decided it would be best to rid themselves of their boring and awkward child... So they dropped him off at the local monastery. They went on about their lives went as if he never existed and he hasn't seen them since. Saddened by this, he poured his effort into the martial arts of the monastery and fit in, but his awkward long skinny limbs made it quite the uphill journey. Years of work to overcome his awkwardness, he did eventually learn of several styles of martial arts.. Including cat styles, primate styles, reptilian styles, and others. None of which satisfied him very much. He felt something was still missing.. Probably trying to fill the hole in his heart left from his parents lack of love. Eventually, as a middle teenager, he left the monastery of his home town, seeking new knowledge and solutions for his sadness. He finally found solace in the bottom of a draught of wine. For he found when he drinks, he could forget his past. Eventually, he realized he could transform his martial skills to flow like the wine out of his flask.. Practicing his art on locals in bars who are easily agitated by an out of place drunkard. Eventually, he made his way to Seringale where Isamu took interest in learning the drunken moves he taught himself.