Born and raised in the Beggar's Alley of Pelagir in Gondor; his parents were extremely poor, so he had to go his own way. Pickpocketing, thievery and burglary were normal for him since he was a child, and he grew up earning his money this ways.

Soon after his fifteenth birthday, when he and his best friend Doruil tried to break into a warehouse, the ineviteable happened - they got caught by the owner, a merchant owning a merchant fleet. Recognizing their distress, he offered both of them jobs as seamen, Tavorion accepted, Doruil didn't. From that day on, the young man was a hard-working, but poorly earning sailor, and for five years he went to sea and back to shore and to sea again.

Tavorion liked this way of life, but he wanted more - more gold, more appreciation and to lead, not to be led. After five years - he was a twenty year old, grown up man then - the merchant grew older and wanted to retire. The captain of Tavorions crew grabbed the chance and bought the ship from the old merchant. From now on, he wanted to build up his own business, which meant high risk and danger - but also much gold, for everyone in the crew. They started smuggling exotic goods from the south to Gondor, the rich citizens paid good money, and the crewmembers lived a good life.

All this shouldn't last forever - after two years, the crew's pay got fewer, unhappiness rised, and it all culminated in a mutinity, raised by Tavorion. They killed their captain and the now thwenty-three old Tavorion took command. 

((more to come))