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The man was born in a rather small farming hamlet in the Orenian Empire, not too far from a larger more prosperous town. His family comprised of well-off merchants and farmers. His childhood was spent in a rather large house, with sixteen of his siblings and other relatives. The boy’s youth turned out to be rather uneventful, just as you’d expect a farmer’s boy to be. He took upon the trades of his father, helping him with the fields and animals. The boy tho never really liked such affairs, as he’d rather spend time with his mother than father helping her tend for the family just to talk to her. The two had a strangely close bond, which ended up short lasting as all nice things must come to an end. Tragedy shook the home when the boy’s mother died during childbirth, merely to give birth to a stillborn little girl. He was thirteen at the time, and this changed his entire perspective on life which he would never look at the same way again. His sister then took over the household work, and his older brother took over most of the work as his father grew stressful and retracted after the death of his beloved. 
His once loud home had gone quiet now, even after years of mourning it didn’t seem as anything would spark again. Their mother was the soul of the family, without her it was merely desperate silence and silent cries for help which no one heard. So Farnor had no choice with it, he had to leave. He couldn’t take such restless desperation anymore. And so he did, as the boy turned seventeen, he said goodbye to his father who barely even reacted to it, simply nodding at his presence and giving him money to set him on his way. No one wept, so it seemed at least. 

His adventures were rather varying after that, mostly lonesome and exhausting tho never really giving him what he wanted. He wanted a heroic thrill, a thrill of slaying foes and claiming reward which he never received. 

Now he’s a mere wandering renegade, leaving his home and family behind to seek out something beyond yet failed miserably at the task at hand, now simply working odd jobs and travelling the land.

Since the things above had a character cap im just gonna. 

The man often wears, rugged old worn-out garments, which he himself adjusted and poorly stitched. His build is rather strong, due to his hardworking background. Tho he never really gained weight, simply staying slim his entire life. Tho he often appears frail, he is everything but that. 

The man’s face is decorated by a cutting sharp jaw, and strongly shaped noise. As well as light blue eyes, with a touch of grey near the pupils. Upon his chin lays a thick beard, with a mustache above it. 

Personality ig.

The man himself is a thoughtful one, always holding an opinion or perhaps a grudge at any topic in hand, this oftentimes backfires and serves against him. He lives life with a self-centered attitude without much thought of religion, thinking of himself as his own God. Farnor is often described as a charming, well spoken man which he appears as but under the fine cover he is nothing but a manipulative bastard that would do almost anything to achieve his goals, without too much care about those badly affected by his actions.