Approved WT Bio-An'drea Tior- Warder CC'd

[Jaydena]

Basic Information

Handle : bcxanth

Character Count : First WT character

Contact : kbartrum@gmail.com

 

Character Information

Name: An'drea Tior (Dre to family and friends)

Age: 16

Nationality: Kandor

 

Appearance

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Skin: White

Height: 5’4”

Voice: Light and cheerful

Other: She has a scar on the right side of her face, very faint, going from the back of her ear to the base of her jaw. The scar comes from a childhood accident during a Trolloc raid on her village when she was a child where she grabbed a dagger thinking to fight like her big brother, fell, and injured herself. She’s very self-conscious about it and keeps her hair down around her face to cover it at all times.

 

Optional

Skills: Being from the Borderlands and living in a small village without any standing protection from soldiers and the constant threat of raids out of the Blight, An'drea has some basic knowledge of using small weapons as well as the bow. She was being trained along with her brothers before she decided to run off to the Tower.

 

Knowledge Weakness: An'drea has had no formal education, so doesn't really know much about the world outside of her village beyond the Gleeman's tales she heard growing up.

Physical Weakness: An'drea is of a slim build, so doesn’t really have much physical strength, therefore her skills with weapons are more about quickness then strength, making her not very skilled at all.

Personality weakness: An'drea is very self-conscious about her scar, making her think herself ugly despite being rather pretty by most other’s standards. That attitude carries into the rest of her life making her very unsure of herself.

 

Personality

As stated above, An'drea is very unsure of herself in all things, from her looks to her ability to take care of herself. She's a very friendly and caring person though, and is always willing to help someone else no matter the cost to herself. She also has a very turned-around sense of the typical Borderlander honor. Where most Borderland men consider protecting women to be their duty, because she saw her oldest brother killed and felt she could have prevented it though she was only six years old, she actually feels it’s her duty to protect men. It's as if she feels that by protecting other men she may somehow make up for not protecting her brother.

 

History

 

 

 

The sun shone brightly as it set in the western sky on a beautiful spring day in the small farming village of Vior where An'drea lived. Six years old, with a bright smile and a way of always find out when her older brother Mikel, who was 17, was doing something fun, An’drea was having a wonderful day. Sneaking through the woods near her home she ran from tree to tree, giggling to herself, as she followed Mikel. She knew he was going to meet that girl again, and she hoped she'd be able to catch them kissing again.

 

 

 

They moved deeper into the woods as darkness began to fall and soon they reached a small clearing. Sure enough that girl was there waiting on a log. Mikel sat down next to her and took her hand as they talked for a while, the woods growing darker as the sun set. An'drea was just beginning to get bored and thinking of going back to the house when suddenly the forest rang with the sound of screams echoing from the village.

 

 

 

Mikel jumped up yelling about trollocs and he and the girl started running back toward the village. An’drea jumped up and followed after them, scared but not wanting to be left alone if there were really trollocs around. The three of them arrived back at their small village just in time to see a group of five trollocs fighting twice as many village men on the village green while nearby another pair of trollocs were attempting to break open a door into a neighbor’s house as the mother and kids inside screamed for help.

 

 

 

The girl ran off toward her home as Mikel dashed inside of their house and came out a moment later with his sword in hand and ran toward the trollocs trying to break into the house next door. An’drea ran into her house too and saw her mother and younger brothers hiding in a back room as her older sister slammed a bar on the door behind An’drea and ran to her mother’s side. Both her sister and her mother stood in front of the younger children holding knives as they listened helplessly to the sound of battle outside.

 

 

 

After a few minutes An'drea noticed the back window was left open and she had an idea. Grabbing one of her father’s work knives from his toolbox next to the fireplace she dashed toward the window and climbed outside. As she slipped down the the ground she heard her mother shout out "Drea!  No, come back!" but An'drea didn't listen as she ran toward the front of the house.

 

 

 

As she rounded the front of the house she saw her brother fighting a trolloc across the green outside of a house that had caught fire. In the dark and the smoke she couldn't see where the others had gone but knew they were still there as the shouts and cries of battle still filled the air around her. Knowing if she could just make it to Mikel she could help she ran wildly forward.

 

 

 

Mikel spotted her running toward him and faltered in his fight as he threw out a hand toward her and yelled

"Drea! No! Go back to Mother," but as An'drea opened her mouth to yell back that she could help her words turned into a scream as the trolloc took advantage of her brother's distracted state and ran him through the stomach. Not watching where she was going she tripped on something in the dark and tumbled forward, knife still in hand. She felt a sharp pain on the side of her face, and then darkness claimed her.

 

 

 

Ten years later…

 

 

An'drea watched from her spot under a tree where she usually went to hide from everyone she knew was staring at her as her father instructed her younger brothers in how to use the swords they were just becoming old enough to carry. Looking to her right she saw a neighbor boy, around her own age, staring at her and she ducked her head low to let her long blonde hair hide her face. Never once did it occur to her that he might think she was pretty. Instead her thoughts focused on the scar she was always conscious of, trailing across the side of her face, a reminder of the night she failed to protect her brother and cost him his life. Far from believing when others called her pretty she felt she was ugly and they were only mocking her.

 

 

 

With a sigh she got to her feet and walked into the house. It was empty this time of day, as her mother and sister were out to the market still. A plan had been growing in her mind for the past several weeks, and with the anniversary of that day coming soon, she knew she had to go through with it now before having to suffer yet again through an anniversary of that day where everywhere she looked was another reminder of how she'd failed in her duty. Now, while the rest of her family was busy, was the perfect time to leave.

 

 

 

Soon she had gathered her belongings and a large amount of food, packed it all onto her horse, and was soon gone on her way to Tar Valon. If she could become an Aes Sedei, one of the great and powerful ones like in the stories, then she knew she'd finally be able to carry out her duty. She knew she’d failed in protecting her brother, and other men had died in the village in that raid and others, all because the women had hidden and refused to fight. Never again would she fail to protect the men that so obviously needed her protection.

 

[bcxanth]

Woohoo!  Can't wait to get started with my second DM character. I'm starting to become an addict. Beware! ;D

[Taei]

*bumped back in order*