Molin Torchholder
Born in 10,091, the bastard spawn of a thrall in service to the Ust-Alayakits, (followers of Ust the Red Bear of the East). Whilst his conception itself was regrettable it was but part of the great wheel of life, what was considered despicable was that the rape had been at the hands of a scum born Ork. (Orks being one of the old races little seen now on the Sundered Realm infamous for their hatred and brutality towards all human kind and their kin.)
Despite Molin's orkish heritage he was raised by the Bear clan as a life born thrall (free slave). Life in the Thailot Mountains for the clan is not easy, constant inter tribe confrontations with the more numerous Badger clan, ice locked winters and the ever passing presence of the Sky City eagle riders and the legendary Thulyakhashawin - giant winged fox's. Life was ever on the edge for the Bear clan, a proud people, both slave and warrior are willing to give their life for the good of the people and Ust alike. (Thralls are peculiar phenomena, both slave and free, fiercely loyal to the tribe yet subservient to their every whim they toil in the harsh environment to produce sufficient food to feed both the clan, them selves and the great bears they ride.)
Molin, aged 28, could not escape his racial wanderlust and seeking more from life than a bowl of gruel he bartered for his freedom to leave the mountains. Eventually this was agreed upon, but, & there is always a but, he must return to the clan before his 32nd birthday, the 18th day of the sixth month of Ust, with a bear skull of silver, approximately 16lb or forever be as a lost child of the Sun Bear, Ust the Red. Despite being only a half breed thrall Molin was aware what this would mean, his soul forever cast into the pits of the Eldar Dark for all eternity rather than its rightful place at the feet of Ust.
Determined to meet the bargain Molin set forth & took his his leave of the Bear clan. Sitting astride Gunter he turned his back on the mountains of Thailot. Life outside of the mountains was hard, rejected & dejected, rapidly learning to hide his orkish origins Molin now finds himself near penniless in the slum district of High Medurim, desperately aware of his need to raise his life price he has met a band of similar misfits who like himself are looking for a brighter future, a better way of life & a comfertable, flea free bed to lie upon.