Taman

**Taman Hawkswell**

* A Player Character, played by Kyle Heisler
* A Human Ranger
* Prefers to sleep outside, which is kind of weird, but who are we to judge?

## Character Background (as read by Taman)

*My name is Taman.  I grew up in the wilds of the Heartlands acting as a hunter for my clan.  My father taught me much of what I know, but he was killed by Gnolls when I was a boy so I have been forced to learn quite a bit on my own.*

*It's sad, but more often than not my arrows found the hearts and heads of other Humans and Gnolls instead of game for my family and clan.  Gnoll raids and Human marauders were a constant threat to the peace of my village.  They sicken me.  How can anyone derive pleasure from the suffering of innocent people?  I've made it my mission whenever I come across signs of these groups to protect my clan from them by removing their stain from the earth.*

*All the time I spent away from my clan while hunting has taught me how to survive off the earth.  I know how to track game (and foes) and can find more than enough food and water to keep myself well fed.  Spending so much time alone has made me keenly aware when something is nearby that shouldn't be and in protecting my clan I have taught myself to look for clues that might lead to other threats.*

*In my twenty-eighth year, a political decree was made that all nomadic tribes were to be considered outlaws and thieves as they are not contributing resources to "civilized society." Propaganda made clans like mine out to be worse than marauding invaders or Gnoll armies. Because of this just before my twenty-ninth birthday a raiding party of extremists came upon my clan in the night and killed everyone.*

*Men women and children were all grievously wounded and left for dead.  I fought back the best that I could; I used my bow to pick off invaders from a distance, and when my arrows ran out I took to them with my daggers.  In the end there were too many, and while I was lunging at a man readying his sword to behead one of the children of the village, I felt a sword slide through my back and against my ribs.*

*When I woke up the next day, I found my entire village had been slaughtered, and the head of the girl I had been trying to save lay by my side.  Steeling myself, I bound my wounds the bast I could and searched for survivors.  At the end of the day I found I was the only one left.  While searching I did manage to recover by bow, arrows, and daggers, as well come across a fine set of studded armor and a longsword on one of the slain invaders.  I put together a pack of supplies, and vowing to find the politicians responsible for the decree, I set out into the wilds.*

*A year later I am still looking, and while the edict responsible for the destruction of my village has been rescinded (in large part due to an outcry at the treatment of the women and children), I have not forgotten my vow.  I have taught myself to use the sword I collected, how to properly wear my new armor, and how to tend to my wounds.  I have also found that it can be easier to talk your way out of the occasional problem instead of fight.*

*Having already escaped death, I find myself teasing Anoch more frequently than is wise, and my encounters have left me significantly scarred.  I have honed my body into lean muscle and at six feet tall I carry my one hundred eighty pounds well.  My pale skin and brown hair make it easy to come and go in most towns and while my blue eyes are not exactly common, they don't raise more than comments by the passing female.*