Tront

Tront N'theth is a wandering man unsure of where he comes from and unsure of what he wants to do. He walks along the endless winding paths of the world hoping to find someplace to call his own. People pass by often, though rarely do they talk. As he wanders around, he finds a city that is willing to take him in and teach him. Seeing cities like this before he wasn’t impressed at first but the owner of the land that the city was built on, brought him to a large building offering him a drink whilst they talked. For the first time he feels truly warm inside.

Early life
Not much is known about Tront’s life he only became part of a nation at the age of 19 and he claims he did nothing but walk. From what could be pieced from the items he carried with him it is known that he was abandoned at a young age with just a small stone sword and a book that is now covered in scribbles and drawings of landscapes though it is extremely worn. Along with these it was found that he carried small amounts of woods, foods and stones. He seemed extremely attached to a select few of these rocks.

Donfuer
After some time in the nation of DonFuer a civil war broke out with the city of Cathroe and Tront was ecstatic to finally be a help to the nation that taught him so much. As people gathered and got ready to fight his stomach churned a mix of excitement, fear but overall, he felt an overwhelming dread thinking about the fact that he could lose the people he had grown so close to. As he ran across the field with everyone, they found the city to be empty he has a sudden feeling of relief his shoulders drop as he takes a step back and looks at the people, he was so worried to lose.

After Tront came back from his first brush with war he decides to put down his weapons until he is confident enough that he can actually protect his friends on the battle field. Along with this he decided to learn how to read and write so that he could support everyone from the background. He bought a new house in the city of Cathroe which had just been changed to Inostandt and sets up an office to use. He locks himself in the office for months on end only coming out once his food and water had run out. As he opened the door everything feels cold and different. He walks around looking for anyone the paths in the town seem long and disjointed dead ends leading to nowhere. He makes his way to the door of his house and slumps down Infront of it. He sits not knowing what to do. He waits and waits and waits but no one ever comes accept the king and the occasional visitor.

After months of just sitting around the towns of Donfuer the king approaches Tront he puts out a hand. His shoulders slumped and his face showing signs of fatigue he whispers into Tront’s ear “I have sold the land of Donfuer to Yaszria and Aragotha. I want you to join them and thrive”. Tront looks up and nods walking into his house he packs his things ready for the journey along the very paths that lead him to this town hoping to find a better life. As the towns of Donfuer disappeared into the distance the wind burnt Tront’s face as a small tear rolled down. Now 23 he is again trying to find a new home.

Yaszria
Tront walks up to a massive set of floating islands looking up he cant help but see the bright bustling city as a masterpiece so different to the dying days of Donfuer. He walks up to a woman sitting by a field of wheat and asks “How can I be part of this”. The woman smiles at him and takes him on a tour of the city the buildings towering over him leave him in disbelief. He made up his mind deciding that he had not truly lived but just gone through the motions of living. He asks the woman how he could get a house and where could he apply for work. By the end of the day he had been given a house to live in and shown where to apply for work. After applying for work he joins the military this time as an amour smith he now works tirelessly to truly feel deserving of this warm feeling he hadn’t felt since he first joined Donfuer though occasionally he ends up to drunk to walk.

While working Tront couldn't help but stare at an amour set across the room. He watches the amour sparkle and shine like something he had never seen. After watching the amour for weeks he goes to touch it. As he gets close there is an overwhelming desire to try the amour. Putting the amour on it feels incredibly light almost too light to be real amour. After putting the amour on it tightens around his body a wriggles a bit and tries to pull it off but it doesn't move. In a panic Tront rushes out of the building and runs into row. He asks about the amour and row explained that it was a failed amour that tightens to your body and is impossible to get off for at least a month.

Adoption
After living in Yaszria for a time Tront had settled in. He started growing closer to the people in the nation as a whole and not just the people of umakwa. One of these people was splashy. After spending time with this older man splashy became a father figure to Tront despite the fact Tront wasn't a child. Once some time had passed and Tront and Splashy got closer Splashy adopted Tront bring him into the N'theth family which has a tradition of adopting. Tront now has family all the way back to a Great-Grandfather.