24 Years ago a peasant boy was born in the outskirts of the city of Tantras. His father was a devout man of Tyr and his mother a devoted woman of Torm. Indeed, he grew up a peasant to two religious farmers whom of course showed their respect to Chauntea, the earth mother. His life was tedious as was a farmers life. He learned at an early age how to milk cows, clean the stables, and bale hay. Despite these mundane things, he always believed his calling was higher then that, that he could be better. Indeed, his father eventually showed him how to wield a longsword.
The true test of his calling came however, in a raid in which an orc band attacked the farms. The local militia and of course the Devout of Torm came to aid, but many were injured and hurt. Peasants joined in with their pitchforks and some with spears and swords, and even Rykoth joined in at the age of fourteen. It was when he found his father almost to the point of death in which he discovered his gift. He knelt before his father and laid his hands on his wound, praying to Tyr for help. And when the prayers were answered, the wounds sealed shut.
When his father and mother realized his gift, they sent him to be educated by a Priest of Tyr, and trained by an older more experienced Paladin named Theros. From the age of fourteen until the age of twenty four he was trained by Theros, until his mentor laid on his deathbed of old age. Rykoth left Tantras and found his way on a caravan to Dragon Dale, to do the work of Tyr as best as he could...
Appearance:
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde/Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'4
Personality:
- Kind and gentle, just and fair, yet if justice means killing an evil doer or monster he will get the job done... or die trying.
Rykoth Tullius
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