Description

Personality

Tumron is aloof and fiercely private. He has some friends, but not many and tends to view people as somehow inferior to himself, regardless of whether that is the truth or not. However, he cannot be called harsh or needlessly mean - he has a very strict inner code of ethics and breaks it only in moments of intense anger, which are rare and far between.

He spends a lot of time traveling the land, seeking to hear stories he has not yet heard and for that purpose often goes disguised as an old man. Whenever he finds a person who is in great need of help, his inner code compels him to assist in whatever way is possible. He is known to calm newly widowed women with but an hour of conversation, not by the softness of his, but by their wisdom. Tumron knows a great many stories and is fond of telling them to those willing to listen.

He can be very short with people that think they smarter than they actually are and dislikes brutish, barbaric personalities. Tumron also loathes authority figures, such as Lords, town Mayors or Burmisters and can often be seen fooling the city watch or guards just to prove to himself that they are stupid and useless. He also dislikes soldiers, thinking a rowdy and unsubtle bunch, though during his travels he sometimes shares a meal with a smart officer or two.

Tumron does not care for luxury and makes do with what he has. His pursuits of women are few, but often successful, because he can be charming when he needs to be. Most of all he admires subtlety and prefers to talk in metaphors rather than candidly.

Powers and abilities: Is a very powerful magic user, but not physically strong. Very rarely uses his sword, for he can fight with it only when augmented with magic. Has limited control over the weather. Most spells in his repertoire are not flashy, but subtle. If he tries very hard he may manage to fling a fireball, but dislikes such things, calling them "showmanship".

Equipment

Usually wears a brown of grey cloak and carries a staff and sword. The staff is of more use to him, having a residue of magical power, though he can perform magic without it.

History

Tumron was born in Coriel, on the very of the city, where it met Westwood. His father was a carpenter and, during the height of the winter wood cutting season, a lumberjack. Tumron's mother was a sickly woman who died when he was ten. Mostly he remembers the stories she told him when he was little, about magic and adventure and how there was no good and evil, that everything had some degree of both. His father raised him strictly and never allowed him much freedom, so as soon as his mother died, Tumron ran away with a band of traveling musicians.

He soon found alone on the road, where he took to stealing from travelers. His renaissance came when he tried to pick the pocket of an old wizard, who promptly discovered him and after beating him senseless with his staff, took him in as an apprentice out of pure pity. While Tumron resented the old man for the very traits that he would soon inherit, he stayed with him and turned out to be a capable magician, soon surpassing his master, who he finally left when he was twenty.

Since then he is traveling the land, helping people where he can and always looking for an interesting story to hear.