Toren's profile 
Name: Toren BJD: CP El Normal skin, eyes SOOM Softblack 18mm, wig LEEK L-064 resized, makeup LUTS
Age: 24 years early in his life BJDesque / December 6, 2005 Arrived
Height: 1m90 Weight: middle of slim and muscular
Character: jovial, smiling , bon vivant
Likes: women specifically to those characters, drinking, eating and cooking, beat
Dislikes: the dark XD? Faust particularly
History: The alarm was not so pleasant as that, a nagging pain twisting his back at the first movement.
Toren turned cautious on the side, stretching his back at the same time.
What a paradox to have as much fun when you meet a woman has to undergo this type of setback the next day ... and still
The girl woke up also when I felt moving to her side, she opened her sleepy eyes on him accompanied a big smile. Toren could not resist sketching a face: what an idiot! That's two times he fooled by this girl. And here again he will have to bear his impassioned rhetoric of promise and desire ....
He did not give him time to fully wake up and arguing a case set quickly forgotten since the night before, got up hastily and dressed before leaving the moistness of the tent to find the biting cold outside.
He stretched again once Outside, not far from several people threw him a knowing glance and heard. Toren scowled, no it was not about to marry this girl! He was too young to engage in family life ... and then it was not his thing. ... Especially since that day ...
During the summer, the clan of Toren is relatively prosperous, the wide river flowing near their camp is rarely dried fish and extremely fruitful. For years this nation of sinners freshwater exchange with their treasure so rare skins and fur hunters clan, and each season a real business delegation from several weeks to complete their trade.
At the end of the warm season this year, the most prosperous merchants therefore left the clan. Toren's parents were, despite the fragile health of his mother. His father decided to take his two daughters to help them, leaving only Toren here he was too old for this kind of case and after all, he swore by arms, absolutely no sense Trade unlike her younger sister Lyann. The youngest
Wianna dreamed of her future that she and close marriage. She, she had a sense of family and was the first to push his idiot brother, as she called it, to get involved.
This was the last time I saw her sisters live Toren. The return trip did not happened as planned .... The merchants were arrested en route by an armed group organized. They not only claimed their recipe but also some women and children chosen from their captives.
Some husbands and fathers refused and lost their heads, the father of Toren do it opposed it, and when he had to reappear before her son and justify his choice, he could only tell him that only his wife's life was precious to him ... .. Only the life of his mother .... And he not? And his sisters, either? He preferred to stay alive to live alongside this woman condemned by the disease, and sacrificing the children they had made together? It had caved in, he had soiled his name .... The older said to the contrary, they took the view that it was wise to have women assigned to preserve the male arm much more useful. Toren could not see that there is cowardice ...
And now that he has left it to his father? Just the son who refused to speak to him since. His beloved wife was dead, swept away by disease and sorrow, and now he would grow old alone, away from his remaining family. Toren had preferred to settle with the armed men of the clan and had to abandon his parentage.
He returned to his deserted little tent for the night when a call off the unwelcome arrival of a warned one call ... .... ... not two ... his heart was alarmed bandits? Three calls! he made a leap and walked the last mile separating him from his tent while men and women already running everyone has their place, poor Inside of tents, high forehead. An attack, it was months they had not had, which were the fools who dared to go after them in winter!?
