Race : Human
Age : 21
Height : 5'6
Weight : 132
Eyes : Golden Yellow
Hair : Redish Blonde
Skin : White
Appearance
Likes : Spicy Foods, Fish, Grasses, Fire
Dislikes : Cold Deserts, Fruits, Rain
Talents : Farming, Potion Making
Inabilities : Swimming, Singing, Public Speaking
History : Toovir grew up with a life of poverty, his family, his friends, even his town really, they were all very very poor... When he was about 6 or so, his family had no choice but to sell him to a rich family, who used him for slavery, he thought poverty was bad, but things were much worse yet... He worked on a farm, for years, picking weeds, sorting eggs, and even other jobs he won't speak of... For years he worked on the farm, and he grew almost attached to it, until the owner found another use for him, potion making...
Toovir then spent the rest of the years of his life on that farm making potions, day in and day out, researching, sorting, organizing, brewing, every day there was no rest until every spec of herbal grass was made into something... Toovir became quite used to this, and actually began to enjoy it, though at the rate he was going, his life would end far sooner then it should... He was starved to near death, and fed only rotten vegetables and moldy bread for his entire childhood, and one day... He had decided that he couldn't take anymore...
While the rich family was on their routine inspection of the farm, something happened in the brewery hut, a large explosion, emitting mountains of flame, came gushing from the area, hitting nearby buildings and fields, other workers panicked, the rich family ran off, and the managers of the ranch met a gruesome fate... Although most were maimed or wounded badly, Toovir was long gone before the explosion, he had found a route that would lead him to freedom, a route that would lead him, to the Oniwaba village, where hopefully he could start a new life, with a new outlook on life...
