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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" |
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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. |
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| Hates | Arrogance, greed. |
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Taurtor's Adventures
| Journal Entry 1: The Journey Southward | 8 years 5 months ago |
