Appearance

Mentality

Personal history

Warren Treyforth was born the eldest son into a moderately wealthy family of merchants that were closely tied to and fell under the portfolio of the Foracks family. Warren never wanted for anything, but managed to appreciate what he had, narrowly avoiding becoming spoiled or arrogant about his middle-class station on Bailen Island.
The Treyforth family did a lively business in Import and Export as well as wholesale to the island, and freight between houses on the island as well as cargo back to the continental nations was their bread and butter. When Warren was about 10, his father, Jeremy Treyforth became ill, and rapidly deteriorated losing weight, cognitive function, and coherence in a rapid manner. Doctors were sent for and flora-pharmcologists consulted but the illness had already come to the house and taken hold. The sickness spread throughout the House and within two weeks Warren’s mother, Katie, was gone as well as Jeremy. Never overly prosperous and having a small house staff the gardener (Perry Windermere) and maid (Cybil Bissette) managed to avoid the contagion, and seeing young Mr. Treyforth getting ill while both parents were bedridden, sent word to Warren’s extended family outside town where they owned and operated a small collective of farms. Warren took sick as well, but recovered without explanation, confounding the Doctors who were consulted. When the family arrived at the Treyforth house, they found Warren tending to the house and grounds, in the absence of the family in a semi-autonomic manner, just going through the motions. Warren knew what had happened and was found consciously able to process and function despite the trauma, a feature that would serve him well later in life.
Warren was allowed to remain in the Treyforth home under the guardianship of his Aunt’s and Uncle’s. None of them could afford to stay with him exclusively as they had families of their own and Farms to see to the operation of, so they would come see and care for him in turns, until he turned 17.
Warren decided to join the Military. His family, having slowly liquidated the the Treyforth business had left Warren with enough money to live on, and keep the home running but Warren was stagnant, and the home felt too stifling. Warren wanted something to break him out of the routine and miasma he saw in the outside world. Signing up on his birthday, Warren entered the medical depot for routine screening and Warren was poked, prodded, questioned, and examined. Upon being determined to be of adequate physical status and attribute to serve in her Majesty’s royal Expeditionary Forces (Umbra Detachment)
Warren started his training. Somewhere, in this jumbled loss of individualized identity, and group mentality focused training Warren felt something awaken. He could tell what his squad mates were going to do and was able to predict and fluidly coordinate with them in an unexplained manner. Squads that included Treyforth did not always prevail or demonstrate mastery in a given task or objective, but they did always show a demonstrably enhanced learning curve and quicker acquisition of skills and maneuvers than others did. Eventually, this was noted at a command level.
A young, and brilliant Officer named Lotte VanBrugge was being marked for duty on the continent, and due to the hazardous nature of the assignment, it was determined that this characteristic synergizing displayed by Treyforth would be nurtured in the field. Warren and VanBrugge worked together efficiently and effectively while also getting along well as friends on their first tour, according to military records and when Warren Reenlisted for a second hitch, he was requested by VanBrugge to remain in her squad, instead of being rotated to a different duty location as was normal operating procedures. VanBrugge promoted Treyforth to Sergeant, and they welcomed two new individuals to the unit. Erick Dahl, and Richard Foracks. Warren was mildly surprised to see the Foracks son in the group but since they knew each other from earlier life and Dahl was amazingly easy to get along with the group cohesion quickly gelled into an exceptionally compact and proficient force.
At some point, Warren found he could not only predict the squad members actions but hear them in his head almost as if they were muttering their thoughts in his ears. Several months of this, and he found he could almost push his thoughts into Lotte first, and then the rest over time his thoughts, and that foundation of ability was discovered in the Jungles of Umbra that the group could carry on conversations, share their sights, and thoughts, and engage in silent operation the entire time. The Memories are gone, but feelings that the above is right is unshakeable in Warrens mind.
But eventually, the odds caught up to them. Something went sideways, HARD. Warren doesn’t remember or might have until they took it. He’s not sure. He knows somehow, he dropped the ball somehow… And Lotte paid the price so they could make it out alive. He’s never seen the report or spoken to anyone about it but he can see it in Colonel VanBrugge’s eyes that that is exactly how it went down, and Warren hates himself for it.
After being cashiered out of military service with a medal and a pension Warren was left on the gates. Some workers he had supervised while he was processing out of the Army had put him in contact with some fellows in the Italian area who were looking for a gentleman to represent them in some business dealings with other fellows who didn’t appreciate direct dealings, and preferred mediators. Warren quickly made a habit of being available to these folks, who brought him to the attention of some fine Fellows who took an interest in Mr. Treyforth, and his social adaptability.
While most folks in Warren’s new line or work could arrange one, or two social networks Warren was able to become accepted in the Dock’s and the Italosi, while finding amicable cooperative status with the Crowden Boys as well as the Italian Neghborhood and the Tripoldi Family. Another rare status is his ability to walk, unmolested and unaccosted through the Familia Cardoso territory to which he is one of only a few Fellows able to claim this honor. Warren speaks fluent English, French, and Italian. He is passable in Portugeuse and can almost understand half a sentence at a time in Italosi.
About 6 months after his separation from the service, Warren was invited to his friend and fellow Veteran Rick’s home for what he viewed as a pity party for the wretched person he’d become. At the door, an interesting fellow named Mr. Hayter informed Warren that he wanted to take a meeting with him in the following weeks, after the holidays most assuredly, and discuss a potential offer of an engagement with the Forack’s house, of an interesting and certainly unusual capacity….
 
Reputation
Warren is a known quantity, in an unpredictable environment. He is resilient, and capable but of average physicality and stamina. He walks in areas polite folks do not and represents those he is engaged to represent, be it the Forack’s or another house or group with the same efficiency and capacity. He represents those who move and employ all manner of goods and services, with slightly more emphasis and frequency given to the Forack’s house. His commitment to the Forack’s House is tied directly to Rick, and not to the family as a whole. He cannot be bought, but his time and services can be, for a while. Warren has associated with, and been brought into an organized group of likeminded individuals who represent structure in the back alleys and the docks.

Personality

Social