<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Toriss</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/ShadowDragon12/193512-paladin_super.jpg)</div><strong>Species:</strong> Human <br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Abilitie(s):</strong> Healing Hands<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>Flaw:</strong> Reliving Nightmares<br/><strong>Treasure:</strong> Family Pendant <br/><strong>Weapon(s):</strong> Broadsword, Shield, Segmented Plate Armor <br/><strong>Description:</strong> <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Upbeat, determined, with an unlaying fear. <br/><strong>History:</strong> Toriss was raised in the town of Frida with his family. A rather peaceful existance throughout his life he listened to tales from travelers, got himself into trouble with the local boys, and caused all forms of havok when he got to travel to other towns and cities. Of course this havok was contained to upsetting a local merchant or annoying the local milita his life was good. <br/><br/>As he aged he took interest in the town of Vale, and why not? Beer and wine at a young age drew many people to it. But he always regretted the mornings. Around the age of 16 he took to the town of Row. Old enough to travel and not need an escorting parent he learned about weaponsmithing and learned to not cross a smith and his daughter while in the same house. He returned home only a few months later. Broken in body and heart, for he thought he felt in love with a local girl in row. But he was still young and physically weaker then the men of Row. This humbled him some until he turned 17.  <br/><br/>At this age he started to notice something odd. His body felt tired after dealing with people that were fatigued or scarred in some way. He noticed it slowly but as he aged he saw what his body was doing. He was curing people of physical ailments with the touch of his hands. Scars, cuts, blindness, all at the cost of his body energy. Amazed at first he tried his newfound powers on locals and then upon the wounded. <br/><br/>Heading to Beach he helped the fishmen in secret off the coast. Taking up shelter in a abandoned home. Stories lingered in the area for a few years until locals brought a mortally wounded man to his door, age 22 Toriss was stronger, tanned, and overcofident in his skills. Placing the person upon his table he went to work. <br/><br/>It was at that moment the world went dark and his body shut down. This wounded man was more then wounded he was corrupt. Flashs of pain, and memories of terror flooded into Torisss mind as he saw what this man had seen and he lost senses. When he awoke the town milita were their. Banishing him from the town under suspesion of the dark arts. <br/><br/>Toriss left as quickly as possible and headed towards Row. Whatever it was that he saw, it was coming, and he needed protection and training. For three years he worked the forges and trained with the local smiths with their weapons. Healing those that needed it when he could and finding rest when his dreams didn't haunt him. Toriss was plagued by the memories of the wounded man of Beach and no amount of training could cure it. <br/><br/>Soon after the dark legion came. Crushing all in its path and purging those that resisted. Refugees poured into the towns and the smiths were overworked to make weapons of war. Toriss was overtaxed to keep people working and many sleepless night he spent in Row before he got wind of others with unknown abilites. <br/><br/>He himself was known and liked for his gifts, those that knew him of course, but others still distanced themselves for his screams of terror in the night. Knowing that these people could possibly help him he gathered his supplies and marched to Lance. Upon seeing the others they were quickly told to march towards the Northern Pass and possbily hope for the future. What they found was that of legend.   <br/></div>