Your UN and post make me think you are a younger writer or someone who is just starting to write. So forgive me, but I'm not gonna judge your story. Instead, I'm going to say what I needed to hear when I first started writing, and hope it helps you.

There's no such thing as a bad story. A story is a story, it has a beginning, middle, and end, rising and falling action, and comes from your mind.

Don't worry about the audience or marketability. If you continue writing you will write dozens, hundreds, thousands of stories. Some will be for wide release, and some will be for just one person. Sometimes that one person is you and you don't realize it.

But writing is like a tightrope. It requires discipline, and not fearing the rope. If you're about to walk across that rope and you're worrying about how it will come out? You'll get the yips, get discouraged, and fall. Sometimes the fall is short. Sometimes it hurts. And while the fall and getting back up is part of the process, I'd suggest learning closer to the ground.

Try a couple of the following prompts to start:

• Have a conversation between two people, where one is trying to hide a secret.

• Go outside to a quiet place and describe the world around you in detail.

• Write the day in the life of an animal you love.

I used to use a series of these types of short prompts to limber up. Now I limber up by writing here.

If you ever have questions or need somebody to read something you wrote? Tag me or shoot me a message. I'm a bit crippled and may be slow, but I'll listen.

Beyond that, good luck! Your story's got bones. Now you gotta dig and find them.

So you could start out at like a local bar or tavern. He’s having a drink, it’s his 9th one so far. A female waitress comes up and notices his big swords and and flirtatiously asks if “his third sword is just as big”. Obliviously he makes note that he doesn’t have a third sword and asks for another beard. A little annoyed at his pass the waitress walks away with a huff and brings him his drink and lightly slams it on the table. He gulps down just as he finally catches on to what she meant, chokes on the drinks and ends up spitting it all over her. Apologetically he hurriedly pays the tab and drunkenly rushes off, stumbling out the door and tripping face first into the mud, blacking out. When he opens his eyes he’s surrounded by a thick fog. As he struggles to find his bearing he comes across a pile of bodies, then another, and another and another. They’re everywhere. As he examines one of the faces on the bodies he recognizes it as an enemy soldier he slew in one of many battles. He checks another body, another recognizable face, but this time one of just a boy. He remembered the faces of every enemy he cut down, they haunted him everywhere he goes. “Death is coming for you.” The wind whispered in his ear, as a shadowy figure stood off in the distance. It was much closer this time than it was last time, but still quite a ways away. He knew what this meant, and he accepted it. His entire life all he knew was war and death, that’s why he no longer wields a shield but instead another sword. It is kill or be killed in this life and his wasn’t one he felt worth protecting any more. He started to run towards the shadowy figure, and made no advance no matter how far he ran, the figure just stayed where it was. He fell back into reality and picked himself up off the ground finally wiping the hardened dry mud from his face. He looks around and some of the village kids are poking and prodding him with sticks. A little girl came up him, “you’re finally awake eh? Finally.” She pokes him again then runs away with the other children. He looks around and the day that was once gray and wet was now a bit brighter and the ground was dry. He asks one of the other patrons how long he was out, and was told, “this marks the fourth day. Honestly we even started taking bets if you were even still alive. So many deaths these it wouldn’t be a shock. Even the days seem to die sooner they used to.”

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Hm, well given your character I think it would be hard to make him fit in the real world if that's what you want. Maybe it'd work better if instead of a warrior he were a modern explorer? Like, exploring ruins and legends something like Atlantis: The Lost Empire. That could even work for the whole bored with life aspect, like maybe there are no more dangerous ruins to explore. As for home city, I think it'd make sense for him to be from a modern city that he leaves for adventure. I'm not really sure it matters what specific city or country he's from unless there's some cultural element you have in mind. But the most important part is to just start thinking of you characters and start writing just to see what comes, at least that's always what works best with me. I wish you luck with your story!