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Tallius Oakheart is the only son of Arnell and Dellia, northern shavs who were granted the family name Oakheart when they bent the knee and became prodigals, shortly after discovering that Dellia was with child. Swearing oath to the House of Redrain, the pair settled in a village on the southern edges of Redrain territory. Tallius took after his father, and learned the crafts of hunting and fletching, becoming a skilled archer from a very young age. He spent much of his childhood in the woods near the village hunting and collecting pieces of wood, learning to carve during the winter months. It was a good, if simple, life and he grew up happy in that small village. Unfortunately, war came to the village, in the form of the advance of the armies of Tolomar Brand. When the village was overrun, Arnell and Dellia stood with many of the other elders of the village, fighting fiercely to try and buy time. When Tallius attempted to stay and fight, his father commanded him to go, pushing the bow he had helped Tallius to build into his hands and telling him to watch after the others. Knowing he would never see his parents again, he embraced them for the last time and joined those fleeing. The journey was arduous and long, and beset constantly by the attacks of the foul creatures of the invading horde, but eventually the refugees stole through and achieved the safety of Arx. Of the thirty who fled the village, only a handful remained, Tallius and his childhood friend Petal amongst them. The scars of the battle, and of the long flight to the dubious safety of Arx, are etched deep into Tallius.

A young man who approaches without quite reaching the six foot mark, he possesses a wirey but muscular build that suggests strength and agility in equal measure. He moves with the grace of one accustomed to tracking silently through the forest, and the slight kiss of sun upon his skin is testimony to time spent out of doors. Dark blonde hair is unruly, seeming unwilling to be tamed or stay that way, giving him a somewhat wild appearance. His eyes are dark brown, deep and soulful, and seem to always be looking about as though constantly on the watch. The faintest shadows of hair adorn his cheeks and chin, as though he has forgotten once again to shave.

Tallius tends towards the quiet contemplation, the silence of the hunt something he learned from a young age. He's friendly enough, he just doesn't seem to feel the need to fill the spare moments with chatter, and is perfectly happy to sit silently in the company of those he cares about rather than insisting upon speech.