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. . . Isn't Tesunie still fourteen? Why would he be doing all of this and thrown all of this at this age?

Name: Hammon Tyr
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Magic?: none
Appearance: Hammon is a sturdy young man, though he is not a man of exceptional muscular definition. The casual observer would be able to note that he is strong - his arms and chest are thick, his back is wide, and his stomach is flat - but the only places that actually carry chorded muscle are his forearms, and they seem to serve as transition to his thick, callused, veiny hands.

Hammon's jaw is square and his head is wide. He usually shaves his head and face, though the absence of hair seems to accentuate his caulifloured ears. His skin is ruddy and dark in the shadows and a cold bronze in the light, which seems to be matched by his red eyes.

His fashion sense tends to be intensely minimalist. So long as he manages to cover his privates and has enough footwear to make walking comfortable, he is happy. Given a choice, Hammon would prefer tights to other decency-maintaining wardrobe. However, he is not one to complain when tights are not an option.

Personality: Hammon is a simple man. He likes to at least think of himself as a good person, and he has a special soft spot for children, but he has a temper and is prone to violence when provoked. Often, Hammon will (feebly) attempt to argue for peaceful solutions and he sincerely believes that hurting people is not good, but he is limited by his mental capacities and finds himself beaten in arguments frequently, especially because he regularly forgets the hypocracy of being a fighter himself.

Hammon also has another personality that emerges around women with power. He becomes exceptionally quiet, docile, and pliable in their presence. He finds himself eyeing his shoes and doing his best to keep up with whatever the women say while echoing "Yes ma'am" at the appropriate points.

History: Hammon has, thus far, led a fairly uneventful life. He was born in Feretris and identified as a baby as a carrier for the "magic" gene. As such, he was taught from a very young age about the various capacities in which he would be expected to serve his masters.

When his "teachers" discovered how agreeable and pliable of a lad he was, they decided that it might be beneficial to train him as a guard as well. If nothing else, they reasoned, he would make a valid meat shield for any women, and would be more available in places when his masters would be expected to be vulnerable.

As such, he trained from the age of eight in the basic arts of combat, though he had a great deal of difficulty when it came to using any kind of weapon. Fearing that he would be more of a hazard to his allies than his enemies with anything sharp in hand, his trainers redirected his focus to hand to hand combat.

Here, Hammon excelled, and proved himself a skillful boxer and a great grappler. By the time Hammon's body took the shape of a young man's, he was quite strong and quite deadly.

When he turned 14, Hammon started to work as an escort for traveling women. His first several trips proved to be uneventful, though there was suspicion that his size and brazen appearance scared off a potential attack. After a year passed and his training advanced, one of Hammon's trips was ambushed, and here he gained some repute for facing armed men with his bare hands, disarming two of them and disabling one by dislocating the hip before killing the other by breaking the neck.

It was also then that he truly ceased to look so "boyish," and the combination of the stories and his magic gene made him seem a favorable canidate for producing the next generation, and so his purpose was shifted to creating that, and such has been his life for the past two years.