Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Place of Origin: Tear
From the day Duran was born things were tough. He was born in the poor quarter of Tear. His mother was a poor simple seamstress and his father is unknown. Duran is the child of rape the bastard son of some unknown mercenaries.
Duran spent most of his time playing in the streets and was constantly bullied by the bigger kids. But some how, he was still able to go day by day without a care. At least for five years.
Ten days before Duran's Sixth birthday a band of thieves broke into their home and when they didn't find anything of value killed Duran's mother then left. Duran cried for days and when no one came decided to take matters into his own hands.
Duran walked the streets of Tear looking for someone to help his mother. Who he found was a graying tall thin man with a small white beard. The man followed Duran back to his home, took one look at the woman splayed on the floor, and told Duran there was nothing he could do. But, taking pity on the boy the man takes him back to his home.
The old man it turns out was a woodsman by the name of Dale. Dale taught Duran everything he knew. He taught him how to fish, track, identify plants, hunt, and defend himself with a staff. Dale raised Duran as if he was his own and during the time they spent together noticed a few things about Duran.
Although Duran was small he had a kind of wiry strength about him, he was extremely quick, and he was always energetic and eager to learn something. He also learned that he could no longer instruct him on how to use a Quarterstaff because by the age of sixteen Duran had learned all that Dale a simple woodsman could teach him.
When Duran turned seventeen he saw a warder for the first time and longed to be one himself. So he said good bye to Dale, and went to the white tower where he begged to be allowed the chance to become a warder someday.