Ever since he was a child, Vors felt out of place. Out of society. Even as he was raised among human parentage, instead of the elven parent who left him for granted, he had a higher calling to his physical stature. In time, he displayed more qualities of his elven heritage, even though he was clearly, if not mistakenly, displaying human physical traits.
It was when he started to come of age that he showed agility, finesse with a blade, and a sharp wit - fitting for a youth prepared for the teachings of dueling, specifically the art of the rondolero as made famous by Taldor. Gifted with a falcata by his foster father the year after, the blade has never left young Vors' side since - for it was the first step to his own set of gear.
Notably, every man has to leave home sometime, and it was a few seasons ago now that Vors had finalized his teachings. He had no more to learn here - for he had defeated his former teachers in fair combat - and so he left for glories beyond imagining, and more ways to perfect his art.