Oh man, it's looking like there's gonna be a party pretty soon in the Threefold Land :P CC'd

Lookin good. CC'd :)

Concider it CC'd :)

Hey, welcome back :)

Character’s name : Llewelyn Naese

Age (must be 16 - 21) : 17

Place of Origin (must be from the mainland of Randland) : Saldaea

Hair Color : Brown with some shades of auburn

Eye Color : Pale green

Height : 5'6

Weight : 70 kg

Brief (detailed) History :

Llewelyn was born in a small village about a day on foot east of Maradon, a passing by village for many merchants, soldiers, courriers... Which is why the inn is the largest building of the whole village, almost ridiculously hudge compared to the tiny houses of the inhabitants. Llewelyn grew up as a peasant, helping his father in the fields or his mother and sister at home with daily chores. He is considered to be a smart and resourceful kid, spending his time playing tricks to others. He is not alone in this, his nextdoor neighbour playmate always accompanies him in his pranks, her name is Shera and she is as cheerful a kid as any can be. Everyone knew those two were the culprits but never had any proofs of their guilt, and since those were only innocent mischiefs, everyone forgave them. Doing so, Llewelyn got some natural talent in crafting simple mecanisms and, more generally he was deft with his hands and discreet in laying his traps. Also, at age 12, his father began teaching him some martial arts, which his own father taught him. "Never know when it might come in handy.." was the explanation he gave, and some tales about how he managed to get away from nasty thiefs, and fend for himself and his wife during a Trolloc raid thanks to that.

About that time, he began thinking about what he would like to become in some distant future. He always had some respect for the soldiers in shiny armors passing by the village, thinking that if they weren't there, surely it wouldn't be his dad's martial arts that would keep Saldaea and its people safe. And, he secretly thought that if he was a soldier, he could show off his good sides to Shera and protect her. And maybe, she would come to like him a bit more. So, he asked the passing soldiers if he could learn from them, but most of them just laughed at him. One gave him his sword to hold but Llewelyn discovered it was so heavy he couldn't even lift it. What a shame. So Llewelyn decided to build his strength from that, and then learn how to handle a soldier sword.

At 17, Llewelyn had found himself a master who had taught him the basics of swordmanship. He would have continued if it wasn't for Shera. The girl had grown important in his heart. He even had thoughts about asking her hand after joining the army. But an Aes Sedai who had passed by the village had detected in Shera some abilities in wielding the One Power and the girl left with this Aes Sedai for the White Tower, leaving the village, and Llewelyn, with tears in her eyes. After a little while, Shera's absence had become unbearable for Llewelyn and he decided that if she was to become an Aes Sedai, then he would become her Warder and still protect her no matter what. So he set to journey for Tar Valon...

Arath watched silently as the trainees trickled in one at a time. The first one adopted a rather stiff posture, looking ahead as if he were standing before a drill sergent. Arath mused that with some of the instructors in the Yards that was probably a wise decision. The second trainee to enter was a woman, who shot a smile at the first trainee. Arath almost raised an eyebrow, but managed to quell the reaction. Chances were that it was just one friend greeting another.

The last trainee came carrying a training lathe on his shoulder, and Arath mentally nodded in approval. Now that a few trainees were here, Arath decided to start; anyone who came late would have to catch up. He took a moment to study the three- physically they were similar. They were around the same height, although they were all of different build. One characteristic they all shared, though, was that they all looked exhausted.

Arath realized that the first trainee was still standing stiffly, so biting back a chuckle he spoke: "At ease." He waited for the three to relax a bit before he continued. "I am Arath Talavin, and I'm going to be your instructor today. Go ahead and introduce yourselves," Arath prompted. He waited for all three to state their names before he continued. "In case any of you don't know what you're here for, you'll be learning some of the Basic forms, and practicing a little with them. The first lesson is that I can show you how they're done, but if you want to succeed you're going to have to practice them regularly by yourself."

Arath gestured to the pile of wooden lathes he had stacked off to the side. "Obviously to practice you're going to need one of those. If you don't have one already go find one now. Make sure to get one that is the proper length for you- weight isn't as important concidering that a real blade will probably be heavier anyway."

OOC: RP introducing yourself and selecting a lathe. Dhai you obviously don't need one so you can skip that part if you'd like. :)

Are you kidding? I don't get break for another month and a half! No fair! :o

we'll see how my schedule works out. I'd like to post but... *shrug* sometimes fate doesn't want me to RP :)

It's up!

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,39865.0.html

Just post your introductions and once you everyone shows up I'll post the first lesson. :)

It was the sunlight that was hardest to capture. The trees were easy to sketch, despite their hundreds of leaves, although the dew made it more complicated. The light, however, cast shadows, making shading the picture a royal pain, but Arath enjoyed the challenge. He bit his lip slightly as he drew the lines just so in order to create the effect of the sunlight streaming through the trees. He sat back and glanced at the finished picture, satisfied with his work. It was by no means a masterpiece, but it was definitely impressive for someone who only drew as a hobby on off-days.

Unfortunately, now that he was finished, Arath was reminded of why he was drawing the early-morning forest instead of guarding the walls. A friend of his was supposed to teach a class on basic forms, but he was sent out of Tar Valon last minute to escort an Aes Sedai. Naturally the man had asked him to fill in. It wasn’t too bad; Arath got a little bit of enjoyment out of teaching. However, the only problem was that with trainees you never knew what you were going to get. Sometimes they were respectful, and other times they thought that they were a legend in the making.

Arath was currently sitting on the edge of the training grounds- close enough that the forest was visible yet still clearly in the area designated for training. Usually when teaching trainees forms for the first time, Arath preferred to be closer to the Tower in case a foolish child needed to be rushed to the infirmary, but it had been his friend, not he, who had chosen the location. He supposed that it would be rather difficult for the trainees to injure themselves with the wooden training lathes that he had acquired for the day, but with trainees one could never be certain.

Arath sighed before tucking the drawing in a folder that he kept with him for that very purpose. Pretty soon the first of the trainees would be arriving and he wanted to appear prepared. Briefly Arath gave a small prayer to the Light that nothing would go wrong.

Alright then, I'll get the thread up later today :)

Lol, yeah, I'd be up for a thread... tomorrow... as today I have to study for two tests and do all my homework that I've put off... :)

Note: If I was wrong and this does need a CC, just thwap me or something.

Character’s name: Cairma Vishnu [kAR-maa vEE-sh-new]

Age: Currently - 31; Main Timline - 32

Place of Origin: Kings Crossing, Andor

Siblings: Jain Vishnu, Adain Vishnu, Daigh Vishnu, Haimon Vishnu (Deceased), Tamair Vishnu  (Deceased)

Mother of Jamie Vishnu (Deceased ?)

Formerly Bonded to Jaydena McKanthur of the Green Ajah

Hair Color: Blonde, Short

Eye Color: Blue-green

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 152lbs

Weapon Score:  18

Primary: Zwhiehander - Beast (retired)

Primary: Dual Blade (short and long)

Secondary: Quarterstaff

Originally trained as a Ren'Shai Grandmaster, Cairma practices neither Path nor Philosophy (Void or Spring) but still teaches any who ask. She is a hard unmerciful taskmaster yet fair in all her dealings.

Brief History:

There was a hanted look to her eyes as she breathed in slowly. Cairma never liked telling this story, and had only told it once. "Born 968 NE in Kings Crossing, NorthWest of Andor to Karin Vishnu & Lord Jard al’Anubi of the Noble Line (Low Ranking - Andor). I was unplanned and an unwanted child, grew up with 5 older brothers and a mother who ran The Royal and whored for easy money. Although I did not play with my brothers, nor did they have any love for me, they were still protective enough of of me to keep me relatively safe from everyone else. Even if that meant hiding me away in a secluded part of the woods when I was not doing chores around the house. By age eight I started to learn how to use a sword from Jain. It wasn’t intricate learning, like that of warders, but basic survival techniques so that I would be able to defend myself from wild animals or bad men that travelled through.

"I told you that I left on a caravan of a peddler about 5 days out of Kings Crossing. I had to barter my traveling expenses. Too young to for the mans particular tastes, and of the wrong gender, he allowed me to stay as long as I stayed out of his way, kept his horses kept and used traps to catch food on nights when he was too occupied to do so. The days of traveling were long and tiring, but my own silence kept him talking. He enjoyed talking especially about his sales and better deals that he cheated one person or another. After a while I started to ask him questions about what he carried. I had no reason not to learn or any idea what to do if i ever left that Caravan, as long as I wasn't in King Crossing. At first he taught me how to barter and play dice. I had very poor luck at it." Cairma chuckled softly at fond memories in the Common Room. "Still do. I then started to help him keep track of what he kept in his Cart, and discovered a variety of dried herbs. Some spices for cooking. But most were poisons."

"I had learned at a far too young age not to trust anyone and that anything can be used as leverage. I took to climbing trees to escape my brothers. I took to helping the neighbors to escape my mother. I kept a knife under my pillow that was always sharpened to keep out shadows. I was too young to understand why I did it, but even as I traveled with that Peddler, I didn't feel safe." Her pause for collection brought a few memories, a few nights of being hungry. Of the way the man watched her. Her hair was jaggedly cut and of odd colouring and she barely had the development of a feminine body for one her age. Once in a while when he didn't know she was watching him, she could see the look. The same look from home, from her mother, brothers.. "So I listened well when he told me a little of them. I did not take any, it would have been too easy for him to notice, but i moved them farther from the foods and spices claiming that I would hate to mistake a spice for one of the other bottles, and moved it where it would make more noise to retrieve. He told me of Forkroot and a few others that he carried and I didn't want to be under some draught. I wasn't stupid." She paused as a sliver of anger rose in her voice. How many times had she been dismissed as a stupid girl. But even then she had believed she was, and only fear caused her to make the mistakes she made.

"We reached Andor. I was not planning to part ways there, but we did. Too young to bother with the Taverns, I borrowed a few poisons and a dagger that looked like it would fetch a good coin as well as a few spices and offered the spices in payment for one night in a real bed with a warm bath. Travel was hard and all I wanted was a night in a place I could feel safe if even for a moment and even with a dagger under my pillow. I had no plan, just a night away. I woke the next morning after the first sleep of actual rest I had in months. The peddler was gone. I had nothing to my name but the dagger and the poisons that I wasn't entirely sure I pocketed in the first place. It made sense at the time.

"I remember feeling utterly lost. I was not used to a city that was so big with so many people. Everyone was so cruel and turned me away. I was useless in the kitchens as I was too nervous and tripped over everything. I broke more dishes in that first few days than would pay for decent meals for a month. ...Time just became such a blur as I tried desperately to find a place to even rest. The dagger was stolen by a thief while I slept on night."

"The traveller was Calpene, after his home peninsula in Tanchico. He was both a smuggler and a poisoner, has a filthy temper on him. He’s still alive as far as I know, but that’s neither here nor there. His poisons were far more potant than what he claimed them to be. He told basics of how to mix and where to put in, but nothing more than a 'scoop of this', or a 'pinch of that'."

"Maybe if he taught me better... I'm not really sure what had started it. Maybe it had been the few run-ins with the thieves guild in Andor, or other of their kind that did not take to much liking of me. I took up space in their streets, coined from their pockets. I never knew that asking for a coins would cause a ripple in a system so cleverly placed. I got into many scraps that were unfair in numbers. I refused to play their rules any more than them allowing me into their fold. I wasn't Andoran, I didn't know the streets, and I was too old for their games, and too young to be of any standing."

"It had been a taste, and I didn't want anything to do with it, and I was getting desperate. I didn't fear death, but it never occured to me to take my own life. It was just simply not what one thought about. Or at least I didn't.”

“Instead I took one of the small pouches of poison and followed a man. I only wanted to have him sleep so I wouldn't have to harm him. Lift a few coins to barter a bit of food so I could leave Andor." Her eyes shut. "I used too much. It was horrifying to watch. He didn't scream, but the noises he made." Breathe. "I watched what I did and hated myself for it. But fear drove me enough to take what I needed. And I left Andor that night."

"It was in Four Kings that I tried again." Following the road as she left through Whitebridge, avoiding the cities as much as she could. Mostly she remembered being hungry. "It had been weeks since I had a warm meal, one that I stole from a farm house window. My traps were only so good, and I lacked too many tools to pick up anything that was larger than a squirrel, or maybe a rabbit if I was lucky. ..I wanted anything better than what I had. Anything would have done."

Cairma's voice changed then as it grew a little more in it's strength. Reliving a little of what Aran spoke of, it didn't feel that she had it so bad. She never knew any of her victims. "He had been a cheery fellow and thought that I was 'cute'. Said that I reminded him of his daughter that passed away recently. I told him that I could not stay, why I don't even remember. But he gave me that same look and I knew I could not trust him. I stayed weary of him, but yet I followed him into his home. The bath was glorious, and the food tasted like the Light itself. I don't know if the story of his daughter was true or not, but he also gave me some clothes. He told stories, many of them, at a drop of the hat as long as he had a willing audience." The man had been arrogant and talked much about himself. Praising her for her silence and how wonderful she was to being such a silent child. Memories brought with it the unease of the evening. "After one last look, he excused himself from the table to relieve himself, or so he said. I moved quickly and put the poison in his wine. I used a little less this time, after all the effect it had the first time, it was far too quick, and I didn't think that I needed to rush." Her voice grew hollow. "I could never have been so wrong."

"There is one moment in a person's life that could essentially break them, be it their minds or their hearts. You have become immune to the touch of death. It does not effect you the way it may others. Taking a life does not bother you." She paused in her little side story as her mind echoed the evening. "The meal had ended than after retiring to the Library he showed me how to play stones, also a game I was never very good at. I was playing the waiting game, a little nervous. But nothing happened. An hour passed and it had grown fairly late at this point. He offered me a room for the night. Not thinking he would be awake for much longer, I agreed. I had thought i had given him a sedative, from what my memory had served me, in hopes that once he was asleep he would not wake for a very long time."

"He brought me down the long corridor and paused in front of a door with a soft sigh. He sighed and muttered, 'not here'. I asked him why, but he only smiled. Opening the next door he lit the lamps revealing a very beautiful room. But one that struck me as too beautiful." Dark rich silks, crimsons and golds. "Too nervous of him to take too much notice of the room and all that was in it, I entered and he left me there only to return moments later in a robe." She shut her eyes for a moment as the memories of screams echoed in her head. "I don't know what happened after her placed his hands on me. I remember the robe being torn, my clothes were torn, and then him dead on the floor." He voice was merely a whisper. "I remember screaming. A lot of screaming, and then his blood on my hands. I was only 12."

"It took me four years to pull myself through the Tower gates. Determined to leave my past behind me, I tried to be happy with a supportive family that would be proud of their daughter. A Tower Gaurd, Gaidin to an Aes Sedai. Back where I come from those are just silly stories that one told over a campfire while drinking down last seasons mead. So I became a Tower Trainee. Brililin, Llugh, Raekal, and Hawkin were of many of my mentors. All left for various reasons. I was ‘bounced’ around a lot until I was assigned under Daemon’s care, and flourished. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against them leaving, being there myself. But it was still tough to adjust to after everything. But I stuck it through, aspiring the Ren'Shai and eventually made it to Tower Guard by the time I was 18. For two years I faded in the Yard, practicing as I always did and decided that it was better than anywhere else and I was satisfied with it. Not happy, but satisfied.

"21, and I was assigned my first mentee. Coraman. I doubt I could ever feel more useless and completely out of my league. Clumsy I stumbled through the first parts of teaching another forms that I should have had drilled into me. Should. She survived most of it... I think.

"Then I met him. The very bane and joy of my existance. Most think it would be my future Bonded that would be the joy of my life, but if one ever met Aran ... He would change your life forever. First it started with a drink, and a game. Gambling really wasn't my thing but I later learned that I saved myself a lot of pestering by simply agreeing with him. Although the short man was almost made shorter after he decided to wake me after drinkign all night. Chased him right through the yard wearing only a soaked white shirt and a 6 foot sword." A twinkle in her eyes joined with the smile on her lips. "We kind of became inseperable after that. Of course, had I known what I got into with Aran I probably would not have gone to the tavern in the first place. Although I got to know Rosheen because of him and for that perhaps I could forgive him. Mind, I wonder if he ever forgave me."

"... But there was one thing I'll admit. Although he was unconventional in all his dealings, but he still got the job done. Aran always got the job done."

Shaking her head, Cairma paused as she took a sip of the glass of water in front of her. "I had the worst temper. I really did. I was always angry and, like Aran, he totally took advantage of it. As did many others. Pranks were common in my room and everyone knew was that so long as I didn't catch them, they were safe. I nearly killed a trainee with my temper, my sword barely missing him and not on a lack of trying on my part. Trainee was fast, Rien I think was his name. Or was it Maldrin?" She paused in thought. "I don't remember. What really changed the day was when I tried to kill myself.

"Yes.. it wasn't anything that had happened to me in the past. It was the simple idea, the possibility, that I could harm someone who was innocent was what drove me to the bridges into Tar Valon. It was fate that brought me there that night for as I stood there bemoaning my predicament an Aes Sedai contemplated sharing my fate with the river."

"We saved each others lives. Not too long after Jaydena and I bonded. We were good friends, Jaydena and I, and I do miss her. Greatly."

"Life then just became living. Aran and Rosheen made the Tower bearable, and with Lyssa and Ursana, Braxton, Jaz and Sahra it was never boring. Really... I doubt a day went by without something insane happened, some secret revealled or group prank occured. Toss in Fior, Vera Sedai, Jorality, Calen and his peacock coat. But not all of it was fun and games. There were serious times, trips that lead Daemon and I to literally slaughter men and women that followed the Shadow. Take the bad with the good, and live happy." A small smile of mirth to her lips, "but the Wheel weaves as it wills, as Maegan always said."

"When one grows older, life becomes more serious. I hated that I fell in love. A bonded warder did not fall in love, our lives are not ours but that of our Aes Sedai. Even more... One did not get pregnant. One might think it was taboo for an Aes Sedai to get 'stuffed full of baby', try being a female warder. Problem was, I knew Aran's past and to protect our son I chose to keep that lineage secret." Moments of silence passed as Cairma felt the melancholic sigh. "We were never the same after that. By the time we could be a family he was gone, dead in that last battle of revengence against those that hunted and slaughtered his family."

"I was done. After Aran's death a deep part of me died with him. I didn't have the heart to stay without his laughter haunting every blessed memory in the yard. My bond to Jaydena released, I left the Yard to raise our son. I returned to Kings Crossing and chose to live under the same roof that I grew up in. Why Kings Crossing, well, I think my story is getting long enough as it is without me getting into more of my family. With one a Mayor of my hometown, one a Captain in the Band and another a Commander of the Children of the Light and me a Grandmaster of the White Tower; my family is just some White's wet dream to try and understand."

"Aran left an impressively large hole in not just my heart but my soul. Everything that I laughed at, everything that brought this life of mine some measure of worth I had found in him. Not a day goes by without me wishing that instead of being the coward, that I had proclaimed my heart and my life to him. I knew he wanted it, I really did. Family was everything to him. But family scared me, scarred me so very deep that I kept it all at arms length. I've kept our son at arms length. It pains me that my own son cannot fill what I lost in Aran."

"I jumped back in the game. Hiring myself as a mercenary for a while. I even met up with the Band -refusing to contact the one other warrior in my family. I could not, nor ever will be part of the Children of the Light. At least the Creator had some decency to re-unite me with the last of my living relatives. But even Jain, the one brother that I actually got along best with (should fighting siblings ever get along) could not even dent that pain of what I lost."

"You think that it's easy to just jump back in the saddle. To pick up everything and move to the next stage in life. But you never knew Aran. He changed everything he touched. He changed me, but now that he is gone I've come to realize that all I do have left is the Tower. The Yard, my sword, and the only life I've known ... its time to try this again. A little different this time. I may be young by many standards, but at 31, I feel much older than anyone should have the right to be. I just hope Jaydena will forgive me for not being ready to bond again." Cairma paused, setting the glass on the table in front of her. "I don't know if I could ever let anyone that close again, really. But that doesn't mean that I am not still me."

That's when I hope for the miracles ;)

It's merely an excersize of patience... and sometimes a few miracles here and there ;D

As far as I know you can carry a weapon around if you want to. And the Warder Armories are stocked full of weapons that you can use. There's a weapons selection class if you want to RP it out, or you can just say that your character has gotten a weapon.

I was planning on teaching Basic Forms and was wondering who all would be interested?

I was planning on doing a Basic Forms thread with Jain, and you can join in when it gets up :)

Lol, I definately understand you Mat :P But cheer up, you don't have to deal with those bios anymore- that's my job. ;)

Don't worry, it was great ;D I really, really, really wish that you had actually submitted this to me. That would have made my day. I'm fairly certain that no one is angry, but I do agree that after being a bio checker (or any staff for that matter) for a while, you get very paranoid when it comes to Mary Sues ;D

*eyes everyone*

Why do I get the feeling that Sieve is going to have his hands full? ;)

Hey! Since you've completed your intro you should have gotten a WS from Eqwina. If not, PM her and she'll get you one. Next click this link > http://digitalglitch.org/drpsw/index.php?title=Warder_Advancment and you'll find a list of reqs that you can do to advance WS. Then just find someone who'll RP with you and help you get those reqs done. :)

"...and I'll try not to take a month this time ;D "

OOC: That was a lie. ::)

IC: Something that would make breakfast? To Ze'el it seemed like a bloody worthless waste of time. Perhaps he would be more inclined to participate if he weren't already exhausted from the past couple tasks. He was, after all, by no means strong in the One Power. Nevertheless, he clenched he teeth and got to work. With such ambiguous instructions it was hard to think of what he would need. The only information he had was that he would be cooking something. There were hundreds of things that could be cooked, and just about the same number of things to cook with. Ze'el kept himself from glaring at Covai and instead attempted to create the general tools needed for cooking.

The first thing he made was a fire. It was a rather pathetic fire though, due to his exhaustion. It would be enough to cook with, but certainly no bonfire. Ze'el arranged enough wood around the fire so that it would burn for a while and not go out in the middle of the challenge. He then tried to make a pan out of Earth so that he would have something to cook on. He couldn't quite manage a pan though, and instead he was left with a bowl that perhaps could hold a few meager servings of porridge. Due to the amount of exhaustion he felt, Ze'el knew that he couldn't manage much more, and would have to settle with that.

Once his- admittedly pathetic- preparations were finished, Ze'el sat back to catch his breath. Covai had told them not to just make the standard campfire, but Ze'el honestly didn't know what else he should make (let alone what he would be able to make). Unsatisfied, he sat back and waited for the Storm Leader, knowing that he probably wouldn't pass this test.

I can teach a class, but I might take a while to get posts up. If you can deal with that than I'd be happy to help. :)

OOC: Yeah, the question had no right answer. It was supposed to force him to choose between the "right" thing, that what he's bound by duty to do.

IC: Arath frowned slightly as he concidered Sandre's responce. The trainee had avoided the question slightly, but stated that he would complete the mission before saving the woman. Arath supposed that was good enough. Truthfully there was no right or wrong answer to that question, but he had wanted to figure out the trainee's priorities. As far as he could tell, there was no reason to hold back Sandre from being promoted, but at the same time he would need to make up his mind. After all, there very well could be a situation where it was abandon the girl or fail the mission, no exceptions. Nevertheless Arath supposed that Sandre had time to decide. After all, becoming a Tower Guard was only the beginning of the journey.

Arath decided that Sandre was loyal to the Tower, although he would not be the typical Guard. And he would do his duty when it was necesary. Overall, Arath couldn't really find much of a quarrel with him. Perhaps he was not quite as devoted to Aes Sedai as Arath would prefer, but that was alright. After all, if they kicked out everyone that wasn't as fanatic as Arath was, their numbers would drop quite a bit. "You can tell Thera, or whoever it is you need to tell, that you've got my recommendation. I think you'll make a fine enough Guard."

With that Arath nodded his farewell to the not-quite-guard and made his way back to the barracks. He had some sleep to catch up on afterall. Arath groaned when he looked at the position of the sun in the sky- the conversation had taken longer than he thought. He would have to put sleep on hold- again.

OOC: Sorry, I know you wanted another question, but I was sitting at the computer and staring at the screen for fifteen minutes before I decided that there really wasn't anything more to ask. :P