CotS Bio (yes you read that right) for Seymore Samarkand- CCed by the Light

[Kura]

Handle: DhaiMon

 

Email: Removed by request

 

Name: Seymor Samarkand

 

Gender: Male

 

Nationality: Cairhienin

 

Age: 22

 

Outward appearance: Seymor is the rare apparition that is called "whiteling" by some, "albino" by scholars...And "fadeling" by the angry mob that happens to get its hands on one such a boy. Red-eyed, white-haired, not quite reaching 5", he could still be considered normal apart from that, a well-fed, noble, young man.

 

Biography: The blade slipped into the woman's chest, stopping her heart's beat.

She did not even know who it was that had come to kill her. Nor could she have defended herself.

The blade slipped out of her, and the assassin did not quiver doing so. He did not quiver for fear, shock or wrath.

He had left that somewhere along the way, a long time ago.

 

It was of no matter. Slipping into the bustling street, he knew he had a purpose. A purpose for which he would kill. Kill anyone.

 

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Despite his weirdness, people finally got used to the young Lord Seymor's appearance. His father had been gifted with lordship for his deeds in the Aiel War, a war that was sorely lacking honorable deeds on the Cairhienin's account, never mind the savagery of the Aiel. Deep in their bones, Cairhienin hated the Aiel. And feared them, ever since that War.

The people of Sunset loved their Lord and Lady and accepted their son. Who had prospects of becoming as great an heir as Lord Samarkand could wish for.

 

If there wouldn't be his...vice.

As usual, he rode out to meet his...friend...that day. His loved one. His heart and love.

Reining the horse in in fron of the lonely house, he cried out her name. She would not come. She would not answer.

Worried, he slipped down the horse, continuing his shouts. He knocked at the door. No answer came.

 

Opening the door, he saw why.

She was dead. Her father was dead, her mother, her brothers, her dear, little sisters...they were all dead.

He was numb with shock and horror. For a long moment, he sat there in silence.

She had been my only love in this Light-forsaken existence, he thought, staring at his deathly pale hands, letting the tears slide down his milk-white cheeks unnoticed.

Everyone else would make fun of his appearance, call him fadeling, shout at him, beat him...it had been too much. Now, it was too much.

 

Determined, he tried to cover her murdered relatives, covered her as well, with his cloak, a fine piece from Tarabon, as his father had claimed when he had presented it to him...it was the only thing that would do to cover her, there and then.

 

After racked sobbing over her dead shape, he finally walked away, like a lost ghost. He never even looked after his horse again.

 

"Lost the way, Master?"

He was in the middle of nowhere, yet the voice seemed...understanding. Suddenly a man emerged beside him, confident...sympathetic.

 

"What would you do to have it back?"

 

"Everything." He would. Light and Grace, he would.

 

"Then follow me, my friend. Serve the Great Lord, and you will have it back. Promise."

[Nynaeve]

Okay, looks fine to me. However, keep in mind that Albinos are rare. So, while it's approvable right now because there aren't that many in the PSW, there might be a limitation in the future. Just an FYI :)

 

Approved!

 

 

 

 

Nyn

CotL