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Appearance: Standing just over six feet tall, Robert Turya manages to embody the stature and physique of a hardened soldier. Years of honing his body and training with the Order has built his body into a force of raw power, though it would be remiss for one to think him just a hulking mass of muscle. Robert has managed to stay surprisingly limber despite his intense training, knowing that agility is not an aspect that a soldier should lack, but he of course would not hold a candle in this trait to those trained exclusively for it.

Upon his head rests his hair, a mixture of blonde and brown locks that flow back into a tight ponytail, and upon his face sits a roughly trimmed beard mimicking the color of the hair above. Upon closer inspection of his face woul would also see the fierce piercing green eyes of one who has seen more than his years could manage, and across his right eye and running down his cheek is a deep scar acquired in his years of service.

Personality: Robert Turya is and has always been a solitary man for the most part. Even in boyhood when others would come together in merriment and celebration Robert would often remain alone, relishing the time he had to himself. This nature of seeking solidarity carried over into his manhood and persisted up through his years after joining the Order of the Watchers. Others have often mistook his peculiar nature for malice or disdain towards them, however; that could not be farther from the truth. Robert does indeed love the time he is able to spend with those he would call his friend, at the end of the day he just prefers being left to his own devices.

Skills/Abilities:
Swordsmanship- The men and women of the Order of the Watchers are highly diverse in many ways including their various specializations in combat. Robert, being a traditionalist, preferred the longsword hoping it would bring him closer to the visage of a heroic knight. He off course found out that looking like a knight and fighting like one were worlds apart and as his training progressed he found it ever more difficult. After years of study in both method and practice he adopted a theory of training many before him had. Every aspect of life involving the sword, whether it be sparring or a fight to the death, is a training session and a true warrior should always leave each fight a little the wiser.

Hunting&Tracking- The knights of the Order of the Watchers are known to be decently versed in hunting and tracking of live creatures. Whether it be game, dangerous beast, or a person when men of the Order assume a hunt they more often than not bag their prey. Robert is no exception to this rule. One of his first duties as a recruit was hunting game for the Order on outings, and even as he ascended he continued to volunteer whenever a hunt was required. Because of this he has developed into a fine hunter and tracker, and while his skills may not rival an Elven Huntsman, he is certainly well gifted for a man.

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History: The past of the intrepid Robert Turya is one met with many uncertainties from his peers from the sheer lack of knowledge possessed about his time before joining the Order of the Watchers. He himself rarely, if ever, divulges anymore than a passing reference on the matter which has caused widespread speculation on just who he was before he became a Watcher. However; while many would attempt to create some grandiose illusion of a past for him, the truth of these matters is far less scandalous and intriguing than many try to interpret.

Robert was indeed born of noble blood, but to a lesser lord with no real holdings or titles at his disposal. Though he was a bastard his father, Aeric Gundar, provided for both Robert and his until he had grown into a young man. Though many believed Aeric's generosity in Robert's upbringing was the result of his caring for his son, the truth was far less glamorous. As he grew Robert was constantly reminded what he was by none other than his father and he was never allowed to forget what Aeric had done for him and his mother. As a lesser lord Aeric was allotted few opportunities such as the one thay came with a bastard son with a debt owed to him, and throughout most off Robert's young life he cashed in on it. Young Robert was charged with everything from household chores, to cleaning the stables, and even with cooking dinner for his father's family, though that was not to say Robert was mistreated in any direct manner. He was, and had always been, relatively thankful for his life and he knew there were much worse places he could have would up. Still though, he couldn't help but wanting more out of life and little did he know a chance for him to change everything would soon make itself known.

It was the late winter of the 909th year of the Fourth Era when the course of young Robert Turya's life would change drastically. The snow had fallen hard that year, and with it came a terrible frost that had beset most of the countryside. Food was scarce, even for a noble like Aeric, and with the scarcity of food came great unrest to the common folk. In times of great crisis when no other options are available and men become desperate people often turn on the closest person in a position of power, unfortunately for Robert in his town that was his father. It hadn't took long for the rioting to start, and when the townsfolk had finished turning on themselves the turned towards his father. The few men the Aeric had at his disposal were weak and just as hungry as the rest of the people in town, so when they stormed the manor it didn't take long for them to be overrun. Robert fought that day too but for a different reason entirely, he was fighting for his mother who also lived with him in the servants quarters of Aeric's manor. Robert knew that Aeric's family wouldn't be the only ones to be drug through the streets. No, he knew once they had finished with them anyone who had lived in ghe cosy confides of the manor would suffer the same fate whether they be servant or otherwise. When the fighting began Robert had tried drastically to remain near his mother's room to offer protection, but in the heat of the fighting he had found himself displaced from his original location. Never in his lifetime would Robert had imagined himself fighting with people he had come to see every day throughout the town, and this horror truly hit home when he found himself standing over the body of a man he had come to call his friend. The bloody knife in Robert's hand still wet with the tinged red, it was in this moment he knew that all ties to these people and any decorum left in them had vanished causing Robert to run towards his mother's quarters as quickly as possible. When he arrived the things he saw were like something from a bad dream and he had realised his error for not staying closer to his mother's side. She was dead, and upon seeing how violently she had been killed Robert gave up. Amidst all the fighting and death he simply sat down upon the floor and gave up.

Shortly after a day had passed the Order of Watchers rode into town to restore some form of order to the town. They rounded up the ringleaders of this little insurrection and put them to the sword and shortly thereafter began aiding in the reconstruction of the town. For Robert's family it had all been too late, for both his father's and his own. His mother had been killed and all except his younger half-sister were now dead also. The people he had come to known and befriend his entire life had taken everything from him and he had been defenseless to stop it. Commander Richard Bolton had been the one to find Robert sitting in the corner of his mother's room covered in blood. Whether out of pitty, duty, or curiosity the Commander took the boy that Robert was and cleaned him up hoping he could coax him out of the shock he was in. Eventually he was able to, and after hearing his story Commander Bolton offered Robert a chance to join the Order, and with little other options Robert accepted.

Though his time prior to joining The Watchers had been a harsh one, he found new purpose as a Knight-Brother of the Order. Due to his past he was use to working hard and because of the horrors he faced during the uprising in his hometown he was fully aware of the need to enforce order. He soon found himself quickly ascending through the ranks due to his diligence and piousness, though many could tell he was often haunted by some memory he kept hidden. Despite this however, Robert remained a bastion of confidence and in time he had even become an example for many younger Knight-Brothers to look up to. When the civil war started Robert was one of the few that supported the Grandmaster's decision to ally with one of the warring lords. Knowing firsthand how horrifying discontent can become when things get out of hand Robert believed it was the quickest way for ending the war. It was only after the massacre at Halwall Castle did Robert realise the folly of his way off thinking.