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Taurtor

Taurtor Direhand

Name Taurtor
Status
Active
Occupation
Hunter/Thief/Vagabond/Sellsword
Age
Mid-Twenties (27)
Race
Man
Residence
Wherever adventure takes him. He would much rather sleep in a tent and under the stars.
Kinship
Elite Riders [nid:36827]
Outward Appearance

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165lbs     
Hair: Dirty Blonde, medium-long length    
Eyes: Blueish-Green
Limb Dexterity: Right-handed
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Clad in silver armor, animal skin, and a bear mask.
Taurtor has two deep scars across his face, due to a bear attack when he was in his teens. 

Background

Born in Combe to a farming family, Taurtor lived a very simple yet, sheltered life.
He was given his name (which means "Forest Brother") due to a dream his mother had during her pregnancy.
As a child, his late mother and father, Aurora and Brenann Direhand, kept a close eye on him since Taurtor had a natural habit of just wandering off into the hillsides and forests just outside of the family farm.
There, he would read and widdle with the small pocket knife that his father gave him. He felt much more at home amongst the flora and fauna.

He learned to be quiet and stealthy, unheard and unseen. He learned the behaviors and animals and became quite good at tracking them at a young age. His parents quickly picked up on this and forbid him from venturing from the farm. So with each passing day, he daydreamed about leaving the farm and adventuring through the world.

When he was at the age of twenty, his father sent him into town (Combe), to get more provisions before the approaching winter hit. So, he set out a little before sunset and reached the town shortly after. 

He came to the edge of town and saw billows of smoke and flame. He ran home as fast as he could, only to find his family's farm in flames. The animals that his family kept as livestock, were scattered and in panic. He ran to the barn and screamed for his parents but, no answer. He ran to the small cottage they lived in and searched for them but, could find no trace of them. He spent days and days, searching for them, but to no avail. He was alone.

Friends
No one
Relatives
Grymdryt Briarend
Rivals/Enemies
none
Loves
The outdoors, solitude at times, like-minded people.
Hates
Arrogance, greed.
Motivation
Quotes

Taurtor's Adventures

Taurtor's Adventures

Taurtor's Gallery

Taurtor's Gallery