BACKGROUND
Talam had an unsual life growing up. Sold as a slave, at a young age, to Fredick Shaleif. Shaleif brought Talam to his home not as a slave, but as one of the family. Talam, as his new mother called him, was taught by some of the finest tutors in the area. He quickly grew to love his human family.
The Shaleifs opposed slavery, but in a city like Korvosa it was hard to do in public. The Shaleifs bought slaves and freed them later. They also secretly launched raids against slavers in the area. That was until one night. That night Fredrick and others returned from a successful night, when a knock came at the door. As the door opened three men entered, all wearing red chitin armor. Before anything could be said Talam's mother was impaled on a serated blade. One of the "Men-in-Red", ordered the others to search the house and leave no surrivors. As on of them approached Talam, his father drew his blade. "Run, run your free son", where the last words Talam heard as he ran for safety.
It wasn't long til a "Man-in-Red" found him finding the shed, but Talam was ready. As the man pulled Talam from hiding, he struck. The sickle blinded the man, blood running from his eyes.
It's been five years since than, but Talam remembers it like it was last night. Since then he's left Korvosa, trying to find a place in the world. He never forgets the "Men-in-Red", and is always looking over his shoulders. Worried for the day they come for him.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION & PERSONALITY
Talam stands 3'4" and weighs 38 pounds, with green eyes, Quite tall and mucled by halfing standard. His long dirty-blond blond hair is braided, and is in need of being washed, if not trimmed aswell. Though the clothes on his back are tattered and worn, he cares himself as though he were a noble.
Talam can be quite a big mouth and show off. He loves spinning yarns, especially of his father and when he was younger. He's pretty much still a child at heart.
