Torian

Name: Torian

Age: 29 years old

Appearance: Long red hair, green eyes, pale skin, tall (197 cm), broad shoulders, wiry build, scars on chest and back, dresses in warm northern clothes made of fur and wool, wears rough leather boots and gloves, always has a sword and a hunting knife on his belt, his face is weathered from harsh weather conditions. There were no northerly winds, his hands were covered with calluses from working with weapons, and his gait was confident and swinging.

Character: Good-natured, with a great sense of humor, straightforward, does not choose words and says what he thinks, sometimes rude in his manner, but without malicious intent, likes to joke even in the most inappropriate situations, is not afraid of outright jokes and jokes below the belt among his Northerners, can laugh at death like a true Northerner, respects women and he treats them with special respect, is very strong both physically and mentally, true to his word, protects the weak and those who are dear to him, fair but harsh, does not tolerate lies and betrayal, appreciates honesty and directness in people, a hospitable host, caring for loved ones.

A story about yourself: I was born in the north, my father was the duke of the northern lands, ruled these lands fairly and firmly, and everything I know now, everything I know how to do, I learned from him. My father taught me how to hold a sword, how to hunt the creatures that are found in our forests and mountains, taught me to be honest and keep my word, taught me to protect the weak and respect women, taught me that a true northerner must be strong not only in body but also in spirit. I killed the first beast when I was only thirteen years old, when I wasn't as big and strong as I am now, I was just a kid who was just beginning to understand what real life in the north is. That day, my older sister and I were in the backyard of the estate, just walking, when suddenly this creature jumped out of the woods, small but vicious, with burning eyes and fangs as long as a finger. I only had a training dagger in my hands, a wooden blade that my father gave me for exercises, but when this creature rushed at my sister, I did not hesitate and jumped between her and the monster, and miraculously managed to kill her by piercing her throat. It was on that day that my father handed me my first real sword, it was heavy for me, I could barely hold it straight, but it was my own sword, my weapon, and I was incredibly proud of it. After that incident, I started going hunting with my father. We kill these monsters for a reason, not only to protect our lands and people, but also because they are of great use if we know how to handle them properly. The meat of many of them, if cooked properly and our chefs know hundreds of recipes, is very nutritious and quite tasty, it helps to survive the long cold winters when other food is scarce. The skins are also very valuable, some creatures are covered with incredibly warm fur from which clothes are made that warms even in the most severe frosts, other skins are so durable that they cover shields and armor, and then no weapon will penetrate them. We sell many skins and send them to the capital, where they are used to make decorations for rich houses, cover furniture and walls, and pay good money for them. And then there are gems, these are special minerals that are found in the stomachs of the largest and most dangerous monsters, it is believed that such stones do not exist anywhere else in the world, they are incredibly hard, stronger than any metal, and shimmer with all the colors of the rainbow when the light falls on them, they make the most expensive jewelry for the nobility. I even made a ring with such a stone for my future wife, found this gem in the stomach of a huge creature that I killed last winter, and gave it to the best jeweler to make a ring out of it.

When I became a duke myself after my father's death, suddenly a letter came from the capital and in it they offered me to marry a girl from a noble family, they offered an alliance between the north and the capital, and I was incredibly surprised and flattered by this offer, because before we were not considered worthy of such honors here at all. And when the portrait of the bride was sent along with the letter, I realized that fate had smiled on me, because this girl was incredibly, simply strikingly beautiful. I didn't even pay much attention to her age when I read the letter, for us northerners, eighteen years is still very young, so 20 is the most important thing, some old lords still call me a puppy. I immediately ordered the best rooms in the entire estate to be prepared for my wife, the warmest rooms where the hearth is always lit and the cold does not penetrate, I ordered them to be furnished with the best furniture and covered with the softest furs. I ordered the best fruits, sweets, and vegetables I could get from the nearest southern province, even though it was a few weeks away, so she could eat the food she was used to. I ordered outfits for her that would be worthy of such a beauty, not only the warm woolen dresses that everyone wears here, but also silk dresses from the capital, even though she won't be able to walk in them all the time because of the cold, but at least she can feel at home in the rooms. And I also ordered my best craftsmen to make a special fur coat for her, not just a shapeless warm bag, which is usually quickly sewn here for everyone, but a real beautiful and elegant fur coat made of gray fur of a rare creature, so that she could walk on our lands and not freeze, but at the same time look like a real duchess.

"She's coming here to these cold lands for me, giving up her warm metropolitan life, so I'll do everything to make her feel good here, it's the least I can do."