Approved BT Bio for Nandiel al'Vaer - CCed by WT

[Arath Faringal]

DM Handle: Corlock Striker

Contact Info: fsdinger@gmail.com

Character Count: 0, this would be my first.

Character Name: Nandiel al'Vaer

Nationality: Andoran, with the blood of Manetheren flowing strong through his veins, so from the Two Rivers, specifically Edmond's Field

Age: 18

Physical Characteristic: Brown hair, brown eyes, 5' 8" (5' 10" in the real world), 15 stone (150 lbs. in the real world)

Physical Description: He's a rather typical Two Rivers youth, relatively tall and well muscled from farm work, rather plain in most respects, he wouldn't exactly stand out in a crowd as he's neither overly handsome or unduly ugly. He does have a rather large scar across his right ribs from a run in with a goat back when he was ten. They say he was lucky to survive.

Personal History: Nandiel had a pretty typical childhood in Edmond's Field, raising sheep and growing tabbac on his father's farm. He also learned to track, use a sling, and shoot a bow as typical of Two Rivers's youths. His life began to change from the typical on the night the Trollocs first attacked and an Aes Sedai saved their town. Later the villagers, fearful of the Aes Sedai and thinking the Trollocs were her work, tried to run her and her warder out of town. It was then that the Aes Sedai told them of their history, and enchanted them with the tale of the fall of Manetheren.

 

As Nandiel heard the tale of Manetheren's fall, something stirred inside of him, perhaps it was the Old Blood in his veins rising up in recognition of its past, who could say. From that day forward though, it became Nandiel's goal to live up to the blood that rushed through his veins and to be a Thorn in the Dark One's side much like his ancestor's had been. Nandiel's friend Boyd shared the same enthuiasm, as did their friend Thom. Though in truth Thom had begun to take a different lesson from the tale of Manetheren, namely that no one could possibly stand against the Shadow and hope to live.

 

Something in the boys was calling them out into the world, and yet they didn't leave, not yet, for some reason they just couldn't. Then the Band of the Red Hand came to the Mountains of Mist, as did the Trollocs once again, this time in greater numbers. The three boys stood with the parents against the tide of Trollocs being old enough to hold a polearm. They were tasked with manning "The Fence" as it became known. And somehow they survived, miraculous as it seemed. Nandiel and Boyd put their trust in the Old Blood of Manetheren, that was what had saved them. Thom kept his opinion to himself but thought it was nothing more than luck and a fluke. How could they truly hope to stand against such an overwhelming force? There were more Trollocs and worse out there if the stories could be believed. It was foolish to stand against the shadow.

 

After the second Trolloc attack on the Two Rivers the three boys left home. After making it to Baerleon a fight broke out between them as to where to go next. As they couldn't reach an agreement, they split up to travel the world seperately. Nandiel first went to Camelyn and was blown away by the city, much as he had been by Baerleon. He couldn't believe both places could be called cities, Baerleon was a pale shadow of what Camelyn was. In Camelyn Nandiel heard about the Dragon Reborn and his amnesty on male channellers. He was suitably horrified by the notion.

 

From Camelyn Nandiel travelled to Tear, not fully realizing that was were recruitment for the Asha'man took place. He simply wanted to see the famous Tarien horses and the fabled Stone of Tear, even if it had finally fallen. In Tear he saw two black coated men speaking. They were Asha'man recruiting would be male channellers into the service of the Lord Dragon. Nandiel couldn't believe his eyes or his ears. Then the Asha'man began to speak of what it meant to be an Asha'man, of what the word meant. Of how it meant one was to be a Guardian.

 

As they spoke of the meaning of the word, something in Nandiel stirred, he knew that was what he had to be. That was how he could live up to the heritage of his Manetheren blood, how he could be a Thorn in the Dark One's side as well. Before he realized what he was doing, Nandiel was volunteering to be an Asha'man. He was quickly snatched up, tested and found able to channel. He was then whisked away to the Farm where his training began.

[Elgee]

I thought we weren't allowed to make Two Rivers characters? Or is that just the White Tower?

[Arath Faringal]

The only restriction on BT characters AFAIK is no Seanchan/Sharan/Seafolk.

[Elgee]

In that case - CCed

[Corlock]

Yay! I get to play soon. :: Does happy dance. ::

[Arath Faringal]

Alright, here's the revised version, since apparently nobody can be from the Two Rivers.

 

Character Name: Nandiel Rankin

Nationality: Andoran

Age: 18

Physical Characteristic: Brown hair, brown eyes, 5' 8" (5' 10" in the real world), 15 stone (150 lbs. in the real world)

 

Physical Description: He's a rather typical Andoran youth, relatively tall and well muscled from farm work, rather plain in most respects, he wouldn't exactly stand out in a crowd as he's neither overly handsome or unduly ugly. He does have a rather large scar across his right ribs from a run in with a goat back when he was ten. They say he was lucky to survive.

 

Personal History: Nandiel had a pretty typical childhood in Kore Springs, raising sheep and growing various items on his father's farm. He also learned to track, use a sling, and shoot a bow as typical of a farm youth. His life began to change from the typical on the night a gleeman came to Kore Springs and told the tale of the Fall of Manetheren. As Nandiel heard the tale of Manetheren's fall, something stirred inside of him, he was inspired. From that day forward though, it became Nandiel's goal to be like a man of Manetheren and be a Thorn in the Dark One's side. Nandiel's friend Boyd shared the same enthuiasm, as did their friend Thom. Though in truth Thom had begun to take a different lesson from the tale of Manetheren, namely that no one could possibly stand against the Shadow and hope to live.

 

Something in the boys was calling them out into the world, and off they went, travelling first to Four Kings. There they heard rumors of how the Band of the Red Hand came to the Mountains of Mist. And even more laughable ones of as did the Trollocs attacking the Two Rivers in great numbers. That couldn't possibly be true, could it? Well, if it was, of course the inhabitants of the Two Rivers fought them off, they had the Blood of Manetheren flowing through their veins. At least, that was Nandiel and Boyd's opinion on the matter. Thom kept his opinion to himself, he thought it was nothing more than luck and a fluke, if it was even true. And that got him to thinking how could anyone truly hope to stand against the Shadow if it could bring Trollocs in huge numbers past the Borderlands without a problem? In addition, there were more Trollocs and worse out there if the stories could be believed. It was foolish to stand against the Shadow, or so Thom was coming to believe.

 

After travelling to Four Kings, a fight broke out between the boys as to where they would travel next. Boyd wanted to see Tar Valon, and become a warder. What better way to become a Thorn in the Dark One's side? Thom said he wanted to travel down to the Two Rivers and join the Band of the Red Hand, they were the storied band of Manetheren. If they were going to try and be like the men of Manetheren, they ought to do it with the Band of the Red Hand. Nandiel on the other hand wanted to see Camelyn and other parts of the world, and then go on to Illian to join the Companions. They were the greatest fighting force in the world. That was were he would go to be a Thorn in the Dark One's Side. The boys couldn't resolve their differences and so decided to split up.

Thom made his way to Baerleon, paying for his travel by doing odd jobs were he could and by juggling, a skill he had started practicing at a young age, in imitation of a glee man he had seen. He wasn't a great juggler, but he was decent enough to entertain in Inn's that couldn't afford a glee man. Nandiel and Boyd travelled together to Camelyn. They paid for their travels by doing odd jobs here and there on farms they passed by. Nandiel also knew how to play the flute, he'd learned from his father, who often provided the music for feast days in Kore Springs. His father had even carved him a rather simple wooden flute that was Nandiel's prized possession. He wasn't an incredible player, but he could get by, and it was enough to get them an inn every now and again. Boyd also had a penchant for gambling. He was somewhat lucky at it, winning more often than he lost, and somehow whenever he really, really needed to win, he did. But he also started getting rather sick. In Camelyn Nandiel and Boyd heard about the Dragon Reborn and his amnesty on male channellers. They were suitably horrified by the notion.

 

From Camelyn Boyd travelled north towards Tar Valon, while Nandiel travelled south to Tear, not fully realizing that was were recruitment for the Asha'man took place. He simply wanted to see the famous Tarien horses and the fabled Stone of Tear, even if it had finally fallen. In Tear he saw two black coated men speaking. They were Asha'man recruiting would be male channellers into the service of the Lord Dragon. Nandiel couldn't believe his eyes or his ears. Then the Asha'man began to speak of what it meant to be an Asha'man, of what the word meant. Of how it meant one was to be a Guardian.

 

As they spoke of the meaning of the word, something in Nandiel stirred, he knew that was what he had to be. That was how he could live up to the ideals of Manetheren he had imagined, how he could be a Thorn in the Dark One's side as well. Before he realized what he was doing, Nandiel was volunteering to be an Asha'man. He was quickly snatched up, tested and found able to channel. He was then whisked away to the Farm where his training began.

[Taymist]

That's fine. Thanks Arath. Consider the CC final.

[Corlock]

So I can do my happy dance for real this time?

[Taymist]

You sure can lol.