Eye Color: forest green
Hair Color: Midnight black
Place of Origin: Cairhien
Mors was born in a small town in Cairhien, his mother having moved here from Cairhien(The city). She was once a servant to a noble house, and as such knew a good bit about Daes Daemar, from observing her masters. His father was a minor Andoran noble, who had met her at an inn on his was to a meeting in Cairhien, involving politics. The affair led to his birth, though his father had not passed back the same way, and never knew of his illegitimate son.
When he was a young boy, his mother explained to him that he was half noble, and this sense of pride was always with him, though he did well in managing, not becoming arrogant, at least, not too often.... And, as nobility, he worked very diligently on his education, learning to read and write, also worked many odd jobs in the village, buying archery lessons, a couple swordsmanship classes, so he could wield a sword without disgracing himself completely. He did seem to have a particular liking for hand and a half swords. He also took a few lessons with a quarterstaff. He did not learn any one weapon fully, but he chose to diversify himself, making himself relatively good with several weapons, and his dedication allowed him to memorize what he had learned, internalizing it, being decent at almost anything he did.
Throughout all this, his mother drilled him in gentlemanly behaviour, and also to be politically savvy, teaching him to charm the ladies, and be a gracious host and guest, through constant practice and repetition. On his seventeenth nameday, he'd decided to head to Caemlyn, and see if he had any claim to nobility there, since mother had neglected to inform him that bastards have no "nobility."
After he arrived there, having been forcibly removed from the grounds of the nobles as a liar and a con artist, he decided not to return to his mother and inform her of his failure. Instead, he chose to leave the source of his embarrasment, and head towards Tar Valon, his heart hardened with resolve to prove his worth, and hone his skills still further, and perhaps find the noble stature that he seeks.