Returning Character Bio - Corik Resolme - CC'ed by the Orchestra

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Corik Resolme

5-8

165 Lbs

Green Eyes

Red hair

25 (joined when was 18)

Ghealdan

 

Bio before joining Children of the Light

 

His brother’s blood was still on his hands. The reflection that stared back at him as he kneeled to scrub his hands in the river was harder than he recalled. And the red angry gash across his check was still dripping blood. It burned as if it was on fire with each tear that found its way into the wound. He scrubbed at the wound too before he slumped down exhausted against the nearest tree.

He had done his best to outrun the visions but the last expression on his brother’s face still haunted him despite the miles he had covered. It was not suppose to be this way. He had warned his brother, he had pleaded with him, he had threatened and he had done everything he could to stop his brother from leaving with the others. His brother dreamed of glory though and he could not be pulled away from the dragon banner they carried.

Corik had watched his brother Stephen ride away with the others, away from the peaceful farm they grown up on with their younger sister. He had turned his back on them and left without looking back. They had never been trained in how to fight. All that they knew was the hard work on the farm.
He had not believed the rumors and stories that he heard at first. The men his brother had left with were not bandits. They could not have raided farms, destroyed fields and attacked families. Not his brother. He refused to believe it.

There were men raiding the farms though. He had seen the ruins himself and he could never marry Sara Greening if something happened to her. He left his chores unfinished when he had heard of the most recent raid. He was still far from the Greening farm when he saw smoke in the air. With his heart in his throat he ran until he found himself before the Pensing farm. Why them? They were an old peaceful couple that kept chickens.

He saw dust on the road and what appeared to be a group of riders leaving the farm but he saw a horse in front of the Pensing house, an old tired horse that he recognized. He had to step closer. He had to make sure. A tear fell from his eye as he patted old Yoling’s head. She had always been a good horse.

He raised his head as the sound of footsteps reached his ears. His brother was emerging from the house. He was carrying a sword that still dripped blood.

“How could you?” He shouted.

His brother stumbled back, surprise flashing across his face. He raised his sword but he could not ward off Corik’s words. Corik pushed him. He did not expect the sword that came flashing towards his face, not from his brother. He flinched back instinctively at the last moment as it bite into his cheek. He found himself on the ground wrestling with his brother. There was a rage that had come upon him that he had never experienced before and when his vision finally cleared he was on top of his brother with his hands on the hilt of his brother’s sword. The other end of the sword was buried in his brother’s chest. His brother’s eyes stared lifelessly up at him. Blood was spilling from the wound. Corik tried to stop it but it was no use.

He stumbled to his feet and stared down at the blood on his hands. He ran and he ran. On the second day he knew he could never go back. These Dragonsworn had ruined his life. They were the ones that killed his brother. He rose from the tree with a new purpose. He had to kill them and it was the Children of the Light that fought against the Dragonsworn and the dark friends of the world. They were the ones who protected the innocent and those who walked in the light.

 

 

Bio as Child of the LIght

 

He had come to the Children broken and weak with no sense of who he was. However, as the years passed the Children gave him structure and they gave him strength. They gave him a purpose and a path back into the light of the Creator.

 

He threw himself into his lessons, both physically and philosophically. He found peace with his sword and enlightenment from the teaching of his instructors.

 

On one of his first patrols the Children were attacked by roving bandits. He had charged in bravely beside his brothers but lack in skill was quickly evident. He was pulled from his horse after taking a slash across his ribs. His brothers saved him and he recovered. His resolve was now tempered with the blood of battle.

 

His skill with the sword grew until he proved he was a competent soldier and invited to join a bold recruiting trip that would take the Children all the way to Tar Valon. He learned valuable lessons in Tar Valon. There were times when the sword was the only answer but there were also times where men were hungry for the wisdom the Children offered and they only needed to be shown the light. There were fights in Tar Valon but Corik had kept himself out of them. He chose instead to use his words to enlighten those who did not trust the Aes Sedai witches.

 

Another lesson he had learned was when he had encountered Wolfkin. He had known they were different the moment he ran across their camp and meet their eyes. He had hesitated though in acting and they had slipped from his grasp in the middle of the night. The memory still burned but it had taught him to be more decisive.

 

Through his years with the Children he turned into a serious man with a hardened resolve to destroy darkfriends, dragonsworn and Aes Sedai. His vision becoming to cleanse the world. He was promoted to 2nd Squadman. 

 

 

End of Bio

 

(From his training previously he had advanced to have a WS of 8)

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Consider him welcomed back.  CC'ed.