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Talorc

Talorc
| Name | Talorc |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Leader of the Trev Gallorg's armed forces |
| Age | Early 20s |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Aughaire |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Talorc was of middle age. His coarse skin, covered in a latticework of crisscrossing scars, some seaming to have been deadly lacerations, but most a cobweb of ill healed bruises and cuts, cursed his body. His battle-hardened frame was tall, standing well above average height, and proud. His demeanor, a visage of steadfast if not stubborn determination.
Dark pupils, hidden behind thick and black eyebrows, carried within them an unmatched discipline garnered from years of struggle for survival. His lips, normally set with a decisive purpose, was fixed above a chiseled chin. Yet, most of this would be hidden by a long black beard, braided in frayed lengths.
Garbed in thick leather armor, who's sturdy pelts were gained by local Aurochs, wrapped itself around a broad and sturdy physique. Along a thick belt a large ancestral sword hung with confident comfort. Fastened to his waist a kilt of brushed fur overlapped one another in heavy folds. They touched upon well-worn brown pelt boots, laced rough to his feet. |
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Background
As a young boy, born from a prosperous family within the Hilltribes of Angmar, he grew up with a rather carefree childhood, given circustances. Unbridled, yet, by the yoke of responsibility; Talorc enjoyed his youthful years, although fleeting they where. However, within time, the curse of the Iron Crown's influence destroyed the prospect of a simple life. Albeit them spent in the lands of the Witch King.
Now, Talorc, son of Crannog, second-in-line to lead his people, the Trev Gallorg, was set in his ways and that of his kinsfolk. Born under more favorable circumstances; before his brothers and kinsmen, the Trev Duvardians, turned against them, he has grown up now conditioned to lead by his father's side. He found himself to be a natural leader, firm-of-hand, easy to muster command; and as a result Talorc did not shy away from leading his men by example from a young age. Hunting and resisting the legions of the Iron scourge, he stood shoulder to shoulder with his most trusted warriors. Having had to grow up quickly after the Trev Duvardians deserted them, Talorc lost what most would call the inner youthful nature of frivolity.
With the onslaught the of Iron Crown upon his people in Aughaire, he has turned with his father towards a more promising ideal that Gorlakon, chieftain of the Creoth and his once close friend Zorzimril, daughter of the Trev Duvardians and now wife of the Creoth, proposed - the slaughter of what oppresses them - and began hoping for a future spent not in constant war as his people was used to, but stand against the usurpers of the old ways and take what is rightfully theirs. Although not easily: as this promise was brought by those that defied the old ways themselves and turned against the Gollarg years ago. Yet, it proves to be the only option for such worthy and necessary aspirations.
| Friends | Some |
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| Relatives | Some |
| Rivals/Enemies | Any who stands in the path of the Trev Gallorg |
| Loves | First and formostly, his tribesmen, the Trev Gallorg. The fear in his enemy's eyes. Fresh water and strong drink. Meat, and lots of it. The gentle crackle of flames by a fireside. |
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| Hates | Unfulfilled promises. Treachery. Lies. Weakness. Deceit |
| Motivation | To rise his people from their desperate struggle for survival |
| Quotes | "Stand aside or face me, but do not dare to run" |
