Optimistic, energetic, dutiful, protective, caring, patient, secretive

"I brought this along from the market for you!" <warm smile>
"... I am certain that we can agree on suitable terms." <negotiating>
"Have faith, hold onto your beliefs."  <encouraging>
"It is I who shall fight by your side, have no fear."  <reassuring>

Saving throws: ?

  WEAKNESSES  💀 
- Abuse or harm inflicted to the innocent   
- A woman in need

FULL BODY REFERENCE 

  Background story  💀 

Tyrvalor grew up in a poor family, in which he was rarely given time for child's play. There was work to do, and his father needed his assistance with a lot of the hard work for their survival. He was born a half elf, born from a female elf, Wysastina, and a male human, Midun. Unfortunately, his mother passed away after giving birth to their only son. 

Ever since, his father had been experiencing grudges in response to missing his dear wife. With no time to find a reasonable outlet, their son Tyrvalor was the only one who faced the consequences of this depression. Regardless of Tyrvalor's attempts to calm his father. It wasn't infrequent that he ended up unleashing his anger out on him and to blame the boy for the death of his mother. If he hadn't been born, then she would have survived.

Tyrvalor felt guilty for this, and everything his father would make him believe.  The half elf was always a little bit of an oblivious, naive man, and extremely forgiving at that. It was difficult for him to think ill of his father. After all, he let him sleep under a roof.

There have been endless phases in which the carpenter and his son faced the struggles of hunger. Unlike his father, Tyrvalor was optimistic and did his best to work harder in order to save the both of them from starvation. Frequently, he'd end up overworking himself and miss out on rest, but his smile, it didn't seem to disappear. At least in public. He remained brave, and assisted his father to survive through many winters. Regardless of his ungrateful and spiteful nature, but he had warm sides to himself as well. They were rare, but it kept the half elf optimistic for the next moment he would show it again.

When his father grew ill, they closed the workshop, he believed his son to be incapable of managing it on his own, especially without his supervision. And he had told his son to find a job if he wanted to stay with him, and that he did. Tyrvalor got recruited as one of the guardsman who seemed to appreciate his hard work a lot. It was only a matter of time before the young man made it into the hearts of people with his optimism.

During his duty as a guardsman, he met a nice elven girl which he ended up dating with. She was as fascinated as most others with his hard work, and his presence had left her with the sensation of safety ever since. They fell in love and started dating. When Tyrvalor was granted a higher position within the guards as captain, his girlfriend surprised him with her proposal. Everything seemed to work out exactly as he had always wished for, until the woman became pregnant with their child.

The lady became ill, and too fragile to contribute to their love life together. Tyrvalor had provided her with all the care and gold that he could obtain to cure her, but all was in vain, when she one day passed away and took the life of their child with her. He had wanted to show their child the image of a good father, but he could neither prove himself a good husband nor a father with the passing of his fiancé.

Tyrvalor was torn, haunted by the words of his father. Did he carry a curse? Was it not a mere coincidence? Puzzled with these questions, the man visited her grave every single day to pray for her safety in the afterlife. He'd talk to her at the location she was buried.

During these troubling years, the men at work helped him through various acts of kindness and gifts. They offered him over for dinner merely to spend time together, or a visit at the local taverns for a game and laugh.

Ever since, Tyrvalor has been trying harder to inspire others to never give up and to assist those in desperate need. Where no one could be there for him, he, instead, could be there for others. It's been his quest ever since, a passion of some sort. He would not have made it if not for the kindness of the citizens, and what better way was it to return this kindness than to protect them, and encourage them with a smile?