Bardic human

Torna was born in a small village called Hempholm.
From a young age he always sneaked into the tavern "The Halflings Feet" so he could hear about the many tales about heroes and adventurers.
He always thought that when he was going to be a legendary person in the future when he could leave the village.
 
When he became 16 he joined the local militia so he could learn how to fight.
He made quite a few friends in the militia.
After a few years he made it to the army where he would try to prove himself.
Torna even volunteered to be in the frontlines so he could feel like a hero.
 
But the moment he really stood on the frontlines and the enemy horde was getting closer he became nervous and afraid and had regrets about his choices. He felt terrible for many years after the war.
He saw many friends die and he saw a lot of loss from the people around him.
In the years were he served he sung songs with his friends in the army to give each other the courage to continue.
 
The moment he came back home he stayed with his parents and became a shell of his former self.
He could not forget his past.
 
But one day there came a traveling bard to the village and began to sing.
Torna felt the first little bit of light in the darkness around him.
From that moment on he decided that he would become a person who could still travel the world as an adventurer, not one who kills al the monsters around him. But a person who would support his party members when they needed him.
He would not become the hero of the world but rather te person who stood by the hero and pulled him up when he was in need of help.
 
And as a reminder he wrote a song about his past so that he would not forget what he has seen.
 
"When I reminisce about all those years
I see many things.
Life and death strung together,
like the mountains and valleys
in which we lived.
There was wealth and opulence.
But also tribulation and loss.
There was laughter and song.
And there was also tears.
But even more than tears,
blood was shed.
And so many were left
to their unadorned graves,
unburied.
But to us death was but another journey.
And close by the darkness
through which we strode.
There was also light.
The light of life and immortality.
And after all
when I reminisce about those years
I mostly remember our songs.
We sang,
as if to drown out the sound
of clashing swords,
as if the battle cries fell silent.
Because war had lost its meaning"
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ei3qxa5Hh6Q

Gender

Male

Eyes

Blue

Hair

Blond

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Light