Dr-Mourn

Troven was born in Curon in 1644. Since Birth Troven was a happy person, helping other kids and do to his bigger size he ended up being know as the ‘protector’ of the kids. His mother was a sweet woman who taught Troven everything he knows about making the best brews from seed to tap, his father he was told was a no good drunk and bringing him up would only mean bad luck. At the age of 14 he sat by his mother’s bed as she passed, She started talking about his father the only thing he remebers now was that he has his father’s eyes. The next few years were tough on Troven with no home to go to he lived on the streets begging and stealing to get by, When he heard that they were enlisting for the war he joined the guard, training and eating like it was his last day. He barely saw battle but left it with a scar that will affect him forever, he lost his right eye in a close battle nearly losing his life in the process. Coming back as a man unfit for war he took the funds he had made in his few years of war and made his living how he was taught, selling brews in a tavern. Slowly he got used to his new look, and living each day one step at a time doing what was necessary to survive no matter the costs robbing and stealing when he couldn’t find money honestly. Later in life he found himself on a boat migrating to a new land full of promise. and after setting his feet down got to work on a tavern of his own where he would spend most of his time preparing brews and making friends along the way. Troven no is an old man just trying to tend to his tavern and get by in life still dabbling in stealing when it’s needed but doing his best to stay on everyone’s good side with his quaint tavern