Torian Culler

Torian Culler
Social Rank	9
Fealty	Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
House	Culler
Gender	Male
Age	31
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Criminal
Height	average height
Hair Color	Jet Black
Eye Color	Dusty Green
Skintone	Sun-scooured Fair
Family
Parents	Furen Culler
Siblings	Rencio Culler, Talirra Culler, Ajus Culler, Orathy Culler, Morveer Culler
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Description

Torian is not the tallest man, but his shoulders are broad and his frame heavy with muscle, giving him an imposing air that has nothing to do with his height. He grows an impressive beard, and though the first silver hairs have started to appear near his temples - a testament to a hard life - it is dark and full when he lets it come in. With thick brows and an oft-broken nose, he's not a truly handsome man, but he's got as many lines by his eyes from laughing as he does from scowling, and his smile is alluring.

Personality

Torian is gruff and no-nonsense...most of the time. He likes his fun as much as the next guy, but he's led such a wild life in the lower boroughs that his idea of a good time is a smoke, a steak, whiskey, and some peace and quiet to watch the sun set over the bay. He's a man who does what is necessary, a hard-boiled exterior over a heart that is still, surprisingly, pretty soft. He cares for the Cullers, he cares for the little group of misfits, thieves, and vagabonds that come to him for advice, leadership, and at times, protection. They may be uncultured scumbags to the rest of the city, but they are his uncultured scumbags and he will see them live as well as he can.

Background

Torian knows he's not the best of men. An orphan raised on the streets amidst the squalor of the Lower Boroughs, he did far more than survive- he became one of the forces that helped keep order in a place frequently forgotten by the Iron Guard, and only visited by the Inquisition when some hapless commoner offended someone powerful enough to squash them like a bug. The indifference of the Iron Guard made Torian determined to make the Lower Boroughs not just a blight, but a place that looked after its own, where brigands were reminded that there are just some people they shouldn't ever try to prey on. Torian met Rencio Culler, the ruthless head of the Culler crime family, when he was fairly young and fell into working with him. Torian thought that Rencio might have a temper, and some of his methods could be extreme, but he respected that the man wanted to genuinely make the Lower Boroughs a better place and do well by his family. Torian fell into working with him as an enforcer while augmenting his income as a sellsword often doing guard work for nobility, and grew ever closer to the Culler family. He might not be proud of some of the things he had to do, but the sellsword grew to even love the Cullers and was adopted by them, and he's spilled enough blood for them that he's still quietly surprised that the Inquisition hasn't seen him hanged a dozen times over. It just reminds him of a sad truth.

The nobles just don't care about the Lower Boroughs. Ships come in, drop their cargo, but as long as Iron Guard and house servants make certain that people and goods passing through the Lower Boroughs are unmolested then they are just as happy to forget it exists. At first, Torian was extremely bitter about that, deeply angry that the upper city had forgotten the plight of the poor, but as he helped the Culler family become the prominent force in keeping the peace, there's no longer much true bitterness. He no longer sells his sword, just quietly helping the family keep order, and ever since Rencio and his wife got themselves killed, he's found himself running the family. He never really planned to be boss, or the man to see about trouble in the Lower Boroughs, but things hardly work out as planned. Maybe he can keep a lot of idiots from getting themselves killed, but he'll settle for no more Cullers dying.