Lorst is a bit of a stubborn hardass. He maybe a tactician but he prefers strength to magic and values the former along side defense. His memories of his birth parents are faint but still there. He was taken as a small child by a group of bandits and spent most of his childhood with them since his parents couldn't pay the ransom. He was eventually sold to a noble house on the islands that were once Kilvas/Pheonics. Started off as a stable boy at the age of 14 but was later adopted by the family head at the age of 16. This was due to the nobles being unable to reproduce (either the wife or husband, if not both, were infertile) and needing a heir. Lorst was decently smart as he'd use his pay to acquire books and his own tools to hide away for safe keeping. It was rather easy for him due to spending ten years with a band of brigands who more or less taught him how to use knives and pick locks. The teal haired young man was fond of two of the older guards (a brother and sister) and would often pester them to train him in swordsmanship and in pole-arms. Thus, he grew stronger as he aged and was hoping to join the ranks of the noble's guard but was adopted as their son instead.

Years passed by and he grew into a fine noble and was often a stickler for the rules (though if a deal was sweet enough, he may use underhanded tactics to gain the rewards then play the fool into death's embrace or to the prison cells). The nobleman made trades in person and usually only brought along two, maybe three guards since he was not a small man and was kind of intimidating. As the head of the household and the last of House Calell, the Pheonicean-Kilvan man took a wife and procreated with her later in the marriage. They originally married for each other's social sake and to solidify a business contract, but as they aged from their mid-twenties to their late thirties, they found themselves actually in love.

Five years pass by with little problems outside of having a very curious toddler to look after. Lorst decides that moving his business focus away from the west and looking to the northeast may prove profitable--the western trade routes were profitable enough and stable he believed his wife could handle their combined territories on her own. The teal haired man set his sights on Ylisse to see who would provide the best deal to start economic relations with for his noble house. His small group were ambushed and his guards slain late in the night. The attackers were aiming to either kill him or kidnap him; he wasn't sure. All Lorst knew was that he was outnumbered and in now lost in some woods. He weighed his options as he attempted to keep the attackers at bay with a dwindling fire tome. Decision made, he took off running through the woods until they became too dense to traverse without light. He scaled a tree and waited with a pair of knives for a few hours until the sun began to rise. Quietly, the man came down and did his best to get back to the road. During the trip back, he went through a checklist of any wounds he had received during the struggle. Plenty of cuts and scrapes from the brush, arrows, and short swords. He swears he got knocked in the head once or twice (or was it thrice?) by low-hanging tree branches or a club. By the time he's at the road, he's slowed considerably and ends up collapsing onto the ground.