Name: Thorun
Race
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Profession: Legion of the dead, later mercenary
Class: Warrior/Berserker
Bio: Born
Description/Pic: Born castless life was a constant struggle growing up. There was never enough food for his family and often as eldest he choose to go with out. There was always the carta with an offer of gold and food if you were willing to play their game. Seeing what had happened to others who went down that road he always turned them away, that is until his youngest sister became ill. With out a caste she was just another sodding duster to everyone else, but she was his favorite sibling, so he swallowed his pride and went to the carta. The work was typical enforcer nonsense, shake down this shop, see to it he sees it our way, make contact with the surface smuggler. He hated every moment of it, but he was able to get the money needed to get his sister treated, as well as keep his family fed. Aside from the nagging of his conscience and the fear he was setting a bad example for is siblings the work was not overly terrible, that all changed when a merchant decided enough was enough and fought back. Thorun killed him, it was in a sense self defense but he was casteless and even worse carta associated. Leaving all of what little money he had at home he said his goodbyes and turned himself into the guard.
Perhaps the captain took pity, or had simply did not want to deal with another duster, but he did not have the dwarf killed. Instead he was sentenced to the deep roads to fight the darkspawn until he was slain. Given an axe he was escorted to an abonded thaig and left to die, as luck would have it he stumbled upon the legion of the dead and they took him in always needing another man to fight the ever loosing war.
It was though he had found a new family, though he always wrote home, runners periodically made it back to Orzammar for supplies and status reports. The legion was an honest life, they gave him weapons, armor, taught him how to fight, and only asked that he use all this on the darkspawn. Life was finally looking up for the nobody from dust town, until even the legion fell not the entire legion but his company atleast. It was an ambush, but they gave it their all atleast three alphas and a ogre numbered in the darkspawn dead but the dwarves were overrun. Thorun welcoming the embrace of the stone channeled all of his anger and charged as his brothers feel, his war cry attracted the attention of an ogre who delighted in smashing the man backwards and out of the fight. He should have died their alone in the deep roads, perhaps the ancestors smiled upon him or an old friend was curious as to all the commotion but a carta smuggler came across his body, feeling a pulse he carried the man to the surface and had his wound treated.
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