Tut Carlyon - Williams was born in Corcaigh, Ireland but was brought in Chard,Somerset by his father and mother whom he didnt got the chance to grow up with. He was raised as an orphan by the church priest of chard. He grow up with lots of question about his past that made him wander back and forth between the two countries. In the end he found his family in Mercia to which he spent most of remaining time with.
History
Most of his past was spent in the military and public service. He was a distinguished soldier and town commander of chard in the Somerset Armed Service and served as boot camp liutenant of the Devon Guards in its early stages. Wars were common on those days but he somehow is not lucky enough to fight in the fronts. Rather he became obsessed with being a spy and was good at it. But such was his obsession to army life that he lost track of his wife.
Once married to a lovely lady named Roseline spring of Gloucester. An innocent lady who only wished for a peaceful quiet life but was dragged into Tut's world of chaos and deception. He faked his death to save his love from retaliation of his enemies but in the end, poor Rosa took her own life out of misery. This broke Tut's heart and spirit so much that he vowed never to marry again. He became a drunkard and drifted for years in madness in Ireland.
Years later he found a new purpose in life and decided to give it another chance. He was into it when another war loomed around the corner. A war that was known as the Celtic Alliance war, and this time he was in the front lines.
The sea battles and victory of the alliance paved way for him to return back to England. And served his family and second home as councillor for a few terms. Then bounced back and forth between Mercia and Devon with his sister Blitha.
The end for him came when he found out his sister was not related to him after all. He drifted once again into sadness and tried to fight back but couldnt. In the end the shattered heart can never be patched. And he wandered again aimlessly from places to palces.
He died from a belly wound during a ship wreck as memories of his beloved wife flashed before his eyes.
A death fit for a deceiver. A death fitting for the loss of her Rosaline Spring.
Farewell my friend.
The lord of Mischief