Tiro-Narus Altor was born to a pair of industrial diplomats, Adoya and Fetay Altor, owners of Talon InterStellar. He had a younger, adventurous brother named Yelod. For most of Tiro’s younger years, reading consumed him; he was studious. He performed quite admirably in his schooling, while his brother, four years younger, always managed to find a way off the property. At times, when even Tiro grew bored of reading, he’d sneak off into the wilderness on the other side of the Estate, examining the local creatures inhabiting his doorstep. He grew a small bond with the animals, never harming one, but bringing food to them.
The Altor family lived peacefully on the outskirts of the city of Moyu, one of the hearts of Iktotch’s main industrial grounds. The lower levels were dark, grimy and reeked of multiple types of starship engine exhaust, among other distasteful aromas. Adoya was a dedicated family man; finding pet projects for his children to work on. He mainly trusted Tiro when it came to speeder or starcraft repair, depending on its scale. But the young Kel Dor never backed down from his father’s creative challenges. In fact, Adoya’s work had paid off: the bond Yelod and Tiro formed while fixing up old ships was never broken. Not even until this day. Their love for aeronautics, aviation and propulsion was the center of most of their days.
One particular dark day, eleven-year-old Yelod snuck off the premises of the Altor Estate; a typical means of letting off some steam. This dark day was also comprised of a strike by some of the starship construction and maintenance operators. In an effort for their pleas for more money to be heard, they dumped deadly nerve toxins into the vents of the ship production facilities. Yelod felt the effects, swiftly passing into a painful comatose state before being found and returned home. The last time Tiro touched his brother was through a vac-suit, watching his younger sibling die.
Tiro was at his worst. He dared not speak to his mother, whose mourning lasted for years. He spent most of his days and subsequent years in a hangar bay, repairing shuttles, speeders, etc. A feeling of someone watching him never left his mind while he worked dutifully. He would sleep under the wings, back against the landing gear. He didn’t eat much, talk much, but the favor he was doing for his father was justified. Adoya did not talk much to his only son, either. He was too pre-occupied with his business, and keeping it from plundering. Once the news of Yelod’s death became public, it was a media hailstorm.
On his 25th birthday, a rare gift fell right into his lap. A mysterious person came to the hangar bay with emergency repairs. And when the repairs were finished, Tiro learned of the ship’s owner: Jedi Master Morib Tzali. Upon further discussion and instant fascination, Tzali felt his strong presence in the Force and requested he head to Yavin IV to have his eyes opened.
She was not attempting to convince him, but merely showing him another path he could take. Tiro did not want his brother’s fate happening to others.
His training began under the tutilege of Master Elainee Repine. However, another tragedy soon struck the Altor family, forcing Tiro to put his training on hold to sort out the family business, as it was he who was the rightful heir.
Returning to the jungle moon, he continued his training under Master Dro Plund, a fellow Kel Dor until being reassigned to Master Daralis Vel-Tamarik.