Tarsorel was raised on a village near Calembel.  His father was a blacksmith and his mother kept the household. It was a happy childhood with little concern.  Tarsorel learned his fathers trade from an early age. He also learned his letters and maths from his mother, who kept the books for the family business on top of her household duties. But most importantly, Tarsorel grew up with Alandra. Alandra, his first childhood friend.  Alandra, his first chaste kiss under the willow tree.  Alandra, his first love. His wife. The mother of his children. 
 

Alandra.  His children, Boe and Cylanda.  
 

Tarsorel joined the army, leaving his young wife and twin children with his parents. He served Gondor faithfully for many years as a soldier under Argus Lorenth, a iLord from the Lamedon region.

He returned home after his service to Gondor and was happy for a time. Until the war found his small village. Until the Haradrim came. Until he could not defend that which he loved, and so, lost everything.   His failure was now his constant companion.  He shame his secret. And the scar on his face a constant reminder of what he had lost. 
 

That was before, and now his wounds have turned to jagged and rough scars.  Tarsorel today can be found in Bree. He keeps a small apartment and office near the West Gate, from where he conducts his business.  A young boy named Dover, who appears no more than 12, works for Tarsorel as a courier and runabout.  The man, who two years ago those who lived in Bree might remember as a layabout and drunk, appears to be doing well for himself these days.  Yet he keeps company with an odd group, lead by the dark bard a Ryheric. That association alone keeps him separate from the social circles of thr Bree merchant class.  
 

Yet Tarsorel does not seem to care. He spends his time divided between maintaining his martial training, attending to business dealings and trying to be a positive presence for his friends.