He's a steady hand and a voice of reason, a calm in the eye of the storm... Most of the time.
He's a proud and boisterous reveler, trouble maker, idiot, rebel rouser, rough houser, and a general fool... The rest of the time.

He knows the difference between work and play, but he often ignores that boundary. He keeps a light-hearted attitude even in the midst of battle, in the business of violence it's a wise man who learns to not take things so seriously, lest his mind suffer from melancholy and his nerves fray to nothing.

He enjoys the finer things of life afforded to men of simple needs. The finest women, the finest booze, the finest inns with the finest waitresses and booze.
He faces all the challenges of life with that same light-hearted attitude, quick wit, and sharp tongue.

Born in the higher altitudes of The Spine Tyrone was introduced to the life of the honorable warrior. His tribe was strong and powerful among their neighbors, with stone walls and sturdy buildings to weather the harsh winds.
His father was a warrior of great honor and renown among the mountain people and devoted his life to the protection of the village.

Tyrone was like his father, but his loyalty to the village was scant. He was always far more interested in the travelers and traders and news of the world below than he ever was in the village he lived in.
But he wasn't foolish enough to just leave without becoming a warrior first, and he wasn't foolish enough to believe that his father or anyone else in his village will simply let him go, they were strict about the rules of the village, and honor dictated that all who are born in the village will remain and give their strength and life to the tribe.
He didn't stand for this, obviously. He was stubborn and willful.
So it was that after his ceremony of manhood at eighteen years old he went and let himself be caught with the chiefs daughter. As planned he brought dishonor on himself and was exiled out of the village to wander the lowlands, never to return.

That was his first true taste of freedom, and his first taste of a woman. Shouldering his meagre assortment of possessions he made his way down the mountain. He met up with a caravan and began his new life on positive footing! He sold his skills as a warrior and pathfinder and over the years established himself as a fairly successful and talented freelance Adventurer.