Current residence: A tiny room above a martial training area
Place of Origin: A mountainous region born of Coal and Smoke.
Chosen profession: Storyteller. A teller of tales tall and short.

Race: Human // Height 6’2” // Weight:  300 lbs // Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: They change depending on mood. Somedays sadness creates the deepest blues, joy and mirth create a verdant green, serious creates a grey of a stormy sky

Distinguishing Features: A connoisseur of perfumes and colognes, chances are Torus will have pleasant smells upon his self. A full beard does little to hide a mischevious grin

Favored Weapons: Hands, little a foe can do when they are rendered unconscious from an unexpected choke or joint lock. When in large battles a spear is the wisest choice

Likes: Cuisine from lands afar, capturing the attention of his audience with his yarns. Gladiatorial and stage combat.
Dislikes: Injustice, Sloppy Drunks, and Olives

Allies: Connections come easily to this storyteller. He almost always knows a guy about a thing that could help.
Enemies: Sometimes Torus is his greatest enemy.

Special Lineage or Associations: a fine lineage of miscreants and malcontents working to make a positive change.

For years, Torus stood vigilant at Merchant’s Cart, spinning yarns and keeping a watchful eye of those that gathered for Merchants good and fine foods. Also a skilled culinarian, nothing brings Torus more joy than friends and family going back for seconds