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Tuzic was born to loving parents Sikirra and Yuzoth. From a young age they instilled in him their own fervent belief in the Brathmordakin, as worshippers of The Hearth Mother, Anbella. As a child, Tuzic was always taller, but also much skinnier than, most of his peers and from a young age he noticed he didn't have the strength. His parents provided him with the love and nurturing he needed, always with an eye in the future, wishing to be chosen by the hearth mother in Dungrimm, they were tireless in their care of Tuzic and his siblings. As such, they realized that Tuzic wasn't gaining the strength that they knew he so desired, and so they made sure to always give him physical tasks, such as doing the woodcutting for the family as needed, but such labor never seemed to put the meat on his bones that they had hoped. His parents, ever-loving as they were, didn't mind what stature Tuzic was, but from Tuzic's perspective, he could only see his lack of physical strength as a problem. As Tuzic became an adolescent, his parents spoke even more to him about the Brathmordakin, and of the auction that awaited them all in Dungrimm. Seeing that he wasn't built for fighting and hard labor, his parents tried to sway him toward their own deity, Anbella. They thought his demeanor and size would fit with that of the loving caretaker that they had fancied themselves, but Tuzic scoffed at the suggestion from the beginning. Instead at his young age of 13, Tuzic decided in his naivety that he wished to be a worshipper of Dungrimm, and fierce dwarven warrior of the legion. For the next few years he toiled with the axe, and doing daily exercises to increase his strength. Soon, he was sure he would be strong enough to defend the kingdom, and he'd show his parents what he was capable of, or so he thought... At the age of 18, Tuzic had a realization, "I'm just not cut out for this..." he thought, looking down at his scrawny physique, barely changed even after years of hard work trying to change this. He decided that he would never have the kind of power and strength needed to protect the kingdom, and decided to give up on his pursuit, after all... so much work had led to nothing. He stayed at home from then on, unless to go to the local tavern for a drink. By the time he turned 20, Tuzic was in a sad state, he had given up his hopes of becoming strong, and mostly bounced around between his parents home (his parents still provided him with the upmost care and love, as Anbella requires), and the tavern where he'd listen to the locals telling their stories, and drink away his sorrow at his failure. One day though, Tuzic heard a story that filled him with inspiration, one of a great warrior and champion, of one of the most skilled clan fathers of all time, Hiebe Irongut. The stories told of a Dwarf who was a powerful warrior, but not through strength alone, but through the use of the Arcane. "Of Course!" Tuzic thought to himself, he had discovered his path toward the strength he had so desired as a child, and even now. He would attempt to learn the art of magic, however he could. Now, Tuzic is on a quest to find any bits of knowledge that may lead him to a teacher of the Arcane who can teach him the powerful skills he desires. Tuzic dreams that one day his skill in the arcane will be such that Ogradhad himself will give him the honor of serving under him in the afterlife. Tuzic is determined to secure his place. (I actually might already be whitelisted, I just hopped on and saw that I think I am!)