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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nerdytenor" data-source="post: 4429814" data-attributes="member: 74526">Thanks Redclaw, you've inspired me to put a bit more work into Horto.Let me know whatcha think.[sblock=Horto Dandorin - background]Horto Dandorin, a twenty-something human, was raised an orphan in Helen's Reach. Always the class clown, he spent about as much time serving out punishments as studying and attending classes in the school next to theorphanage. His raw strength led many of his peers to underestimate hismental powers, an error that invariably led to his winning whateverhumble belongings they had. Admittedly, his quick fingers probably had asmuch to do with his winning as anything.As he grew older, he began to escape into town, hanging out in bars andbrothels, eager to prove himself a real man. At one point, he found himself in a card game with some local society types, including, unbeknownst to him, Martros Berkstrom, who liked to play incognito once in a while. He was winning handily, as usual, and as the game was breaking up, Matros pulled him aside and toldhim he knew that he was cheating and if he could please come quietly with him.Expecting the worst, Horto went along. As it happened, Martros was impressedwith the youth's cunning, and felt he would make a good addition to hisbusiness. Martros took Horto under his wing, teaching him all about local trade, business, and handling money. Horto soon had more money then he knew what to do with, and ended up spending most of it on drink and women.Eventually, he got himself into a bit of trouble with the wife of aprominent trading partner, and Martros had to fire him from the trade business in order to save face. Martros had grown tolove the boy (now a man), and secretly kept him in his employ, using him to collect ondebts, track thieves, and guard important shipments around the Reaches. Horto discovered a love for the blade, and served well in his new capacity, despite having rather less in common with his employer thanwith those he chased after.Now he can scarcely be seen without a sword on one hip and a flask of ale or something stronger on the other. Feared by some, loved by others, his good humor and loyalty to his friends is unwavering. He has a holein his personality from growing up an orphan, and he fills it with asmuch adventure as he can stomach, often finding adventures of his ownwhen work is slow.If he has one serious mission, it is to find his parents, if they still live.He was never told their story, and is still searching for clues as towho they may be.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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