Approved BT bio for Aslan Waaran [Rhyming Band Stamp]

[Wayward_fool]

Handle: Ata

Character Name: Aslan Waaran

Split personalities: Gayl, Jakar

 

Email address: ata.dorje@gmail.com

Division: Black Tower

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Straw blonde shoulder long hair, brown eyes, 5'57'',

154 pounds

Place of Birth/Raising: Mayene

Character History:**

 

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*Aslan*

 

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Born to a minor noble house as the youngest of 7 childs. His mother was Andoran, and his father brougth her back after traveling to see a litle of the world. Having so many elder siblings his father didnt see much of him as he beeing the youngest wherent important for inheritance, instead it was the three eldest siblings that enjoyed their fathers attention. His mother however showed love for all the childs, and beeing an afterdroplet with 8 years up to his next sibling, he where spoiled by beeing the only baby and then child in the household, both by servants and beeing protected by his older siblings.

 

Learning to read he soon became a dreamer, wishing to see the world, he also used the stories to get listeners. Coming into his teens he gained interest for riding and soon his priorities would be set, when not on the horseback he would be off telling girls about stories from books, in the coming years he would have several sweethearts.

 

It was around his 19th birtday a stormy night, he had a unsteady sleep and woke to find the house in havoc by a fire beeing started in the stables. The

fire was put out, but later that evening Aslan grew sick. He had high fever and it was doubtfull he would pull throug, thoug two days later he sudenly

where recovered and up walking.

 

Nothing more happened for two years, while Aslan desided that he wanted to see the world like his father had, to see if the stories where true. It was

then small things started happening, he would have troubles lighting the fire when he camped, only sudenly the wet sticks would be alight. Aslan grew

nervous after a while, and he always felt unwell for a day after it happening, thoug slowly he would be less unwell for each time. He was scared thought what would happen if it was discovered, and drew away from peoples, keeping more and more to himself. He didnt dare go home.

 

One day alone on the road he where attaced by bandites, never having focused to much on his weapon training he had troubles defending himself.

 

Only the next he would remember would be when he sudenly found himself siting infront of a fire alone in a camp and it was evening.

 

He found himself looking at the bandites and anger bubeled in his eyes. They dared, sudenly the road where turning to mud, and the bandites where

sliping and faling, wind was picking up and Aslan could feel anger grow paralelly with the wind as he stabed the bandits sliping around in the mud. Jakar mounted the gneldring, riding away with the wind ripeling in his clothes. His brown eyes where cold as he rode of the road and set up camp, he would need to boil water to cleanse his wounds. Sudenly the world was growing foggy, what where happening.

[Guest Estel]

looks good to me!

 

Band CC

 

(hey, that rhymes!)

[Taei]

*bumps back in order*