Lochran was born his a small village in the north. He lived with his two sisters, Mother and Father and had a perfectly average middle class up bringing. His Father was a retired army commander who fought in the conflict against the Hanseti and their orc allies. He now works as a black smith and Lochran quickly began to learn from him, both in blacksmithing and fighting. His Father started training him to fight when he turned 14 and he became a skilled warrior, the best in the village in fact.
When he was 19 his family were taking a trip to see some relatives when they were ambushed by 15 bandits. His family was quickly thrown into a cart and hauled off the their camp, leaving Lochran with the remaining 10 to fight off. The chief bandit of the group said he knew Lochran was from the village and knew he was a skilled warrior and threatened his family with torture and death if he didn't do what he was told. For the next year and a half Lochran was his personal mercenary , completing awful tasks, with his family living in captivity. Finally when the Bandit chief had no more use for Lochran he released his family and set them all free. His sisters and Mother was terrified and scarred by the experience, with his Father only barely holding it together because of his past war experience. Lochran saw his family broken and it infuriated him. He told his Father to get them back to the village, pack up only essentials and get a horse carriage down south ASAP and not to wait for him. His Father was confused but after a little persuasion he agreed. He watched his family leave the giant bandit camp gates.
He poked his head out to make sure all the bandits were inside. It was late afternoon. He then closed the gate and locked it much the the amusement of the bandits, one of them joking about Lochran loving them more than his family. However the laughing stopped and their smiles faded when Lochran swiftly moved to that bandit and sliced him in half down the middle with one slash. He then moved to massacre the entire camp in an act of brutal savagery, relentlessly slaughtering every single one of the men that made the past 18 months hell for him. He stumbled and limped to his village well past dusk, using his weapon as a crutch, before collapsing into the dirt outside a tavern. He was riddled cuts and gashes, his sword was dripping with blood, a knife was jammed into his shoulder and his once white hand wraps were now a deep bloody red.
The village tended to his wounds, washed his clothes and cleaned his weapon. His family had already headed down south before he arrived. He gained 4 great scars from the battle. A different one on his shoulder, chest, forearm and thigh and took several days of bed rest before he could even think about walking again, let alone going to follow his family. The village cared for him and when he was healed he took a horse and road down the meet with his family. When he caught up with them at their new home and helped them get settled down spent the next year recovering from the events that had transpired. Despite living in peace for over a year, something didn't sit right with Lochran.
He knows that he hurt a lot of people working under the bandit chief but killing them wasn't enough. He needed redemption for his actions. He had heard of the great battles between the armies of the undead and knew that their would be evil people that would capitalise on the chaos. And he would stand by and watch that happen. So he packed a bag, kissed his family goodbye and left to search the world for his redemption, in the hope to find peace. His time serving the bandits did not rid him of his kindness but opened his eyes to how terrible people can be, making him something of an anti-hero/bounty hunter, dealing out brutal justice to those who deserve it. He has hurt a lot of innocent people. Now its time for the not so innocent to feel that same hurt ten fold.
