Tarrant Ballows, Paladin, and lover of wines.

Short physical description:

Name: Tarrant Ballows(Two spaces between the names since original character was messed due to some sort of hickup in the server.)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 202 lbs
Age: 21
General appearance: Long black hair reaching down to his chin, thick and whispy in nature. His face is well chizled and carries a few scars of battles past, his eyes are narrow, and a piercing strong blue. His body is broad and muscled, but muscled more in a well toned sense than that of somone who constantly builds streagth. He is tall and well built overall, and his appearance is strong and commanding of presance.

Favoured weapons: Large bastard swords and great swords. Weapons which require skill and streagth to wield.

Brief historical archive:

_Tarrant is a man of great presance, a protecotr of the Just, and a devout Paladin of Tyr. Tarrant knew no home other than the roads and passes, defeating slaying bandits and goblins in the defence of others…or at least attempting to.

Tarrant is young, and brash, and much to brave for his own sake for the most part, leaping thoughtlessly into the fray to help even the most common of people when in trouble. It was during these travels as a Paladin, that he came across Norwick, where he originally had settled for a short period of time, helping push back the goblin raiders in the forest, and bring back the corpses of unlucky travellers for a proper burial. It was here that he met with two Druids, a male, and his female apprentice, who were on their way to the Romani camp.

Tarrant smiled at this, curious as he had never been to such a place, but had always wanted to meet the legendary travelling folk. He asked them to guide him there, and they accepted his company without a protest, as they most likly sensed the good nature about the Paladin, and of course, his general curiosity about the place. Tarrant always was a curios man.

So they made their way to the camp, taking the safe roads and avoiding any trouble from bandits along the way. They arrived in the Romani camp a few hours later. Tarrant, once arriving, was a new face amongst the Romani, his druid guids though, were not, and it was because of them, that he was welcomed more than warmly by the Romani people.

Tarrant immediatly felt a warmth and admiration for the place,its people...and, it's wine. Tarrant drank that night, and drank a lot. His stomach was warm with Romani wine as he sat near the fire. It was this night when he was befriended by a Romani elder, a woman named Lilith. Tarrant took too her right away, enjoying the company. Lilith, also seemign to take quite a liking to Tarrant aswell, and even sharing a special brew of herbs and wine with him, a wine with some...interesting effects, he noticed. By the end of the night Tarrant and Lilith had become much better than simple friends, and became attached.

Within the next days, Tarrant was convinced strongly my Lilith, and the others of the camp, that he was more than welcome to join them. He did so, becomming a Gali, he was immidiatly accepted amongst them, and he finnaly felt he had found a home, and a place to protect with all his streagnth and soul.

Tarrant had not been there long, before he realized all too well, that the camp was not as peacefull as it appeared. Evil entered the camp in the form of a masked Orc who called himself "Bob", Tarrant, using the paladins innate senses, could immeadiatly see the evil which surrounded the blood covered and rude orc. He warned Lilith immidiatly of what he had sensed, the pure evil. The Orc Man, Moe, another man of the camp, lead the evil "Bob" from the camp, and back into the pass.

It was only a few hours after Moe's return, that "Bob" returned aswell, carrying with him a woman wearing a strange mask, resembling much of what this "Bob" was wearing. Tarrant once again sensed an evil behind her cries for help, and the blood on her clothes. Tarrant knew, it was only a show, and so stood up to them brashly, to convince them to leave. "Bob" scowled at Tarrant, and called him careless of others and rude, but left the camp, harming no one.

It was that same night, a second orc came, carrying Tarrant right form the camp over his shoulder, a massive orc, one who easily overpowered Tarrants own streagth. The Orc man, and Cotton, gave chase to free the poor captured Paladin. Thanks to Moe's own great streagth, the Paladin was freed, and the orcs left..for the moment.

It was that night, he knew that the Romani were his people. As he stood, staring down at Moe's Bruised, resting form. He knew that this was his home, the people that looked after, and protected each other to the last breath, and even for one such as himself, who was so new to them. Tarrants heart was brightened at the happenings, as they returned to camp.

They found out later, that these orcs were Malanites, and Tarrant in specific at the time, had been targetted for hunting by one of the two Orcs. It was soon after, when Tarrant had traveled to Norwick, that the camp had been set ablaze. Along the road, Tarrant could see the smoke, and rushed back to camp, only to find it half dead, and in smoking ruins. Tarrant could not help but feel at least partially responsible for the blaze, as he walked through its ruins. The orc had targetted -him-, if only they had let them have him....

Lilith was there, to set his mind to at least some assurance and ease. But this adventure is long from over, and Tarrant will be there to stand at the ready to defend the camp not just from the stalking Malanites that now threaten not just him, but the entire camp, but from all evil which wishes to place a foothold within its doors.

Tarrant stands, sword, and soul, ready, to defend his friends, and the lives of the camp, aswell as any travellers in need within its walls. The Paladin of Tyr, with the strong taste for Romani wine, and a love for the Baba Lilith, and his new companions of the Romani camp.

((Tell me if this is missing anything just so i know to fix it))_

Vilehelm

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