*pops in*

*looks around*

Hmmm... I suppose it's my job to not allow things like this to happen when Eqwina's away...

...

but then again, it was a shame to see all of those explosives sitting and rotting...

...carry on.

*pops out*

Oh, well if it already has CotS and WT approval for their respective involvement than that's a completely different storry. Concider it CC'd

Looks great, concider it CC'd :)

Hm, excellent bio but the killing of a dreadlord makes me feel like it's gonna need a CotS CC.

Character's name: Edana Keller

Age (must be 16 - 21): 21

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

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: deep green

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 135 lbs

Brief History:

Edana was born the daughter of a Captain in the Queen's Guard. Her mother died when she was very young of an illness no one could cure. When she was five, her father was killed defending the Queen against an assassin, leaving her to be raised by her three brothers. Together they raised her like another brother, teaching her to use weapons to defend herself and treated her more like a boy than a girl.

When she was old enough, she joined the Queen's Guard with her brothers, following in the footsteps of their father. She rose quickly through the ranks, exceeding her brothers in rank before her 20th summer. It was then, over a brawl in a tavern in town, that she learned of their real feelings of her elevated status.

It was a warm summer evening and they'd just returned from an escort trip. The Queen had visited a neighboring city for a gala being held there, staying for nearly a week before returning to Camelyn. All in all, it had been a boring journey, but even a boring trip that takes a week had been exhausting. Having been in charge of a small group of men, she'd taken them out for a drink to celebrate a successful return. Her brothers had tagged along, but then, they usually did.

Her oldest brother, Tanner, was the first to mention it and Edana brushed it off as the ale talking. His speech was slurred and he hadn't been talking to her, so it was easy to ignore him. If he was a little too loudly proclaiming that she was sleeping with someone to get her rank, most of the men who knew her seemed to be ignoring him. When Liam, her middle brother, joined in, she began to worry. As Simon, the brother closest to her age piped up, she lost her temper. Knives were drawn, blood was shed and she walked from the tavern alone and bleeding. That her brothers were bleeding more than she seemed poor compensation for all she'd lost by learning the truth. She'd collected her things from the house before they'd returned and left her resignation in the guard house at the palace in Camelyn.

She roamed for a while, taking odd jobs here and there to earn money for a bed to sleep in and a warm meal in her belly. After a few months, it had gotten her nothing but a few shed pounds she couldn't afford and a loneliness that seemed to fill her every thought. Near the border of Andor, she overheard a few younger men discussing becoming warders. She had little else to live for, so she made her way to Tar Valon, wondering if the Warders had the same opinions of women that her brothers had. 

Hey! Great bio! Have fun RPing ;D CC'd

Arath narrowed his eyes at the comment Sandre made about having friends outside of Aes Sedai. The trainee was being rather presumptuous, but he chose not to comment. Arath didn't want to have a conflict, because he had already gotten away with fighting a trainee once, and he didn't want to press his luck. Arath decided to continue his little evaluation without interruption.

Sandre had proven himself well enough in Arath's eyes when it came to Aes Sedai. He realized that not all men were as dedicated as he when it came to their duties of protecting Aes Sedai, but Sandre was walking the line with his comments about Aes Sedai's pride. Nevertheless, Arath had a feeling that whoever his superior was would deal with that. He had already dealt with Sandre's hypothetical interactions with Aes Sedai, and although his answers weren't as good as Arath would have prefered, they would suffice.

Arath decided to inquire about something else next. "Alright. You find yourself in a situation where you are in a position that requires stealth. You and a partner are somewhere where you shouldn't be, and you find an innocant woman in danger. You have to choose between exposing yourself and helping her, or staying put and going on with your mission. Exposing yourself will put not only you but your comrade in certain danger with a high possibility of death. Don't assume that you would be able to fight or talk your way out of it, and you can't confer with your partner before hand. What would you do?"

Ha! Now would be the time to make as many new characters as you so desire, folks! Welcome to the bandwagon Sieve...

...

But really, about all those characters... ;D

Character Name: Addison (“Addi”) Thwait

Age: 16

Place of Origin: Small farming community in Andor (near Border with Murandy) called Bradon’s Hills

Hair: Shoulder-length, wavy brunette; generally worn in a ponytail

Eye Colour: Brown

Weight: 135lbs; should grow into curves with training

Height: 5’5” (will grow another 2”)

History:

As far as Bradon’s Hill was concerned, Addison was completely insignificant—just don’t tell her that.  The other girls in the area found her more than a little off and did their best to avoid her company while the boys found her amusing in much the same way as a boy would find the little brother who insisted on tagging along after him amusing.  Mothers clucked their tongues in pity while fathers ignored her completely.  As for Addi, she remained more or less oblivious.

Addi’s mum died when she was five from some sort of fever, which left Mr. Thwait with a five year-old that he didn’t quite know what to do with.  So, Jon Thwait ended up raising his daughter on his farm and Addi did many of the chores usually left to the boys.  By age twelve, the young girl had her hair chopped short and found she felt a lot more like the boys than any of the other girls.

Jon taught his daughter the basics of farming and taking care of their cows and horses.  Addison especially loved hunting and could catch rabbits, ducks and the like using a knife or bow.  To be honest, she thought she was a great deal better than she was despite that when she was allowed to compete in tournaments, she could never shoot as far as the boys.

However, things began to change when her father decided to hire one of the boys from the area to help him.  Jake was the youngest of seven sons and his father just didn’t have enough work or room for him, so Jon set up a cot in the cow barn and treated the boy like the son he’d never had—which didn’t leave Addison with much to do.  Jon tried to get some of the women in the village to teach his daughter to “be a woman”, but Addison soon began sneaking out of the house early to avoid the lessons.  Instead, she spent the time chasing rabbits in the woods or following Jake, who was two years older than she.

Four years passed and Addison hadn’t changed much, though Jake had become her best friend, despite her jealousy.  They talked about everything, including her ridiculous dream to become some sort of legend; Jake would always laugh, which usually earned him a kick in the shins.  He developed a crush on her, which was quite obvious to a very content Jon.  Since Jake was eighteen, Jon had every intention of having the two married and eventually passing the farm on to Jake.  However, Addi had no intentions of ever becoming a housewife.

One day, Addi was helping him milk the cows when he leaned over and kissed her.  Despite her shock, she managed to rip her face away quickly.  “What the hell was that?”

“What do you think that was?”

“I... No!”

“Why not?  Come on, Addi.  It’s perfect, I’m sure your da will be happy and you’ll always get to stay on the farm.”

“What are you talking about?”

“With me...  You know, we’d be married and...”

“Wait, what?”

“You’ve honestly never thought about it?  I don’t care whether you’re the one out on the plough and I’m the one cooking!  We’ll run the farm together!  The farm will still be yours—it’ll be ours.””

“No, I don’t want to stay here for my whole life!”

“You honestly think you’re going to run away and become an Aes Sedai or join an army or marry a prince?  Most girls give that up long before sixteen.”

“Well I haven’t.”

With that, Addi grabbed a saddle and threw it on one of the old plough horses.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to just do nothing with my life.”

“What I’m trying to offer you isn’t nothing.”

“To me it is.”

“And where are you going to go?”

“Don’t know, just away.”

“Your da is just going to have me drag you back.”

Now, Addison finally looked at him.  “Please don’t.”  To her surprise, she realise she was almost crying.  Jake hugged her for a long time and she let him, resting her head on his shoulder.  She could stay but...

“If it doesn’t work out, come home.”  His whisper made the decision.  Kissing his cheek, she nodded and saddled the horse.

She was gone before dawn.

Name: Elyan Marne        (Note: Goes by Elyan Keladirn, in order to stay hidden.)

Age:19

Place of Origin: Caemlyn, Andor

Hair Color: Brown/Red

Eye Color: Green, Shine as emeralds in the morning sun.

Height: 5’ 8’’

Weight: 210

Body Type: Muscular

Personality: Relies only on himself, slow to trust others around him. Likes to approach a problem from all sides, and think it through before making a decision. Is dedicated to the point of flaw, and will stop at nothing once his heart is set.

Brief History:  Repositioning the rag he had tied around his neck to keep the noonday sun from scorching his already raw neck, Elyan was finally able to see the glimmer on the horizon rising to incredible heights and speaking, to all those that could see it, of the incredible power that lay within. It was so close, The White Tower, his goal, but already he felt the lead in his legs, he had only a sip of water that morning, and couldn’t remember the taste of food. Spotting a copse of trees off the road, he made his way there to lay down, a few moments rest was all he needed, then he would move again. Placing his head on a small pile of leaves, he could only close his eyes and try not to think of the hardships he had already faced on his journey. Unbidden the thoughts still came in a torrent of bad memories.

He had been a servant in the house of Marne, getting something from the storeroom, he could not remember what, when his mother had come bursting in through the door. She looked flustered and carried a large pack, which she thrust in his arms and told him in hurried whispers that he needed to run, forget everything here and run. He had not understood what she meant, but she gave him a letter saying that it explained everything, and propelled him out the door with a push. Confused he had made his way to an alley, sat on the ground and opened the letter. As he struggled to make out the words, he was astounded by what they said. The woman who he thought was his mother was actually not, his real mother had been a minor noble in the house, it did not give a name, and that he was thought to have been conceived during Aiel war with a Saldaean soldier, if his mother’s husband had seen his green eyes, he probably would not have made it out of the crib. Given to a servant to raise, he had spent the next 12 years cleaning what was his family’s clothes and floors. This did not sit well with him. The end of the letter stated that his identity had been discovered. It told him to leave, to go somewhere they couldn’t find him. Signed, from who he had thought was his mother, with love, which until now he thought that he had returned. He shook his head, regardless of who she was, she had cared for him, she was his mother.

He spent the next seven years living off the streets, learning to scrounge a living off scraps, a rat if he could find it, and dodging the knives of cut-purses. He was fair handy with a knife himself, he had to learn quick, but had never touched a sword, a sword made someone a target. Much better to try and remain hidden and stay quiet, he had been a clumsy boy, but a few years on the street kill anyone that can’t adapt. He feared to go to the Queen’s Bounty, thinking he might be spotted there. He kept to the shadows, to the alleyways, and lived one day to the next.

Then he saw them, a noblewoman walking down an alleyway, with one lone guard. He shook his head, they were asking for trouble, which found them as he glanced back. He thought he might be able to help, but before he could blink, the man had dropped two, and another was held suspended in mid-air. An Aes-sedai and her Warder, he was amazed at their skill, what he wouldn’t give to be able to stop people from doing that, perhaps make a difference. Bah, he spat, like that would ever happen. Well, why couldn’t it, the Warder’s didn’t start as excellent swordsmen, maybe they could use a fellow like him. He could certainly use them, especially if they had food that was better than rats.

He had left the next day, hoping he was moving in the right direction, he had little more than the clothes on his back, and a knife tucked in his sleeve, but he would make it. That was until a cut-purse decided to filch a nobleman’s coin purse, and have the guards blame him. He was chased halfway there, for several days before he could lose them, and didn’t have time to hunt while on the run.

Still, he had made it, or just about, the tower stood on the horizon. Forcing himself to his feet, and focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, he made his way down the path, trying to think the food they might serve at the tower. At this point, he would even take dead rats.

Character’s Name: Byron Assroth

Age: 21

Place of Origin: Arafel, Saldaea

Hair: Black shoulder length hair tied at the nape of his neck.

Eyes: Brown almond shaped eyes

Height: 5” 8

Weight: 11 stone

History:

For what seemed like an age the Assroth family have been sending there eldest child to the tower.  It was always said that his ancestors had been helped by a travelling Aes Sedai and her Warder.  In gratitude to the help the Assroth’s received from the White Tower they have sent every first born amongst there family off to join the Tower, wither they be Aes Sedai, Warder, Tower guard or even just a Tower servant.  Being from the Borderland of Saldaea they are trained in sword and bow and are confident in there horsemanship.

    Byron has been raised on the belief that he will be sent to the Tower to serve under the great Aes Sedai.  He has been eager and willing to serve his ancestors role as a servant of the White Tower.  He has heard how his forbearer have been sent of to the Tower and served under the Tower; he has however wondered why they have never been heard of again since they left and why they have not returned.  He has also wonders if any of his female forbearers are still alive, aunties, grand aunts and the like.  Very keen is he to travel to this place of which his forbearers have gone and never heard of again. 

  Byron is not blind to what is in the world; after all his family has been have been in Saldaea for generations defending there homes and neighbors.  They are not a wealthy family, humble farmers on the outskirts of Arafel.  Once an Assroth is ready for sending they are sent with a stead, sword and a map handed down from forbearer to forbearer to make the journey.  It has always been hard on the family to loose a child, but for the family but it is held highly in the family that one of there own is sent to serve the Tower. 

    With many questions and queries on his mind it is a rather mature Byron Assroth who is sent on the road with his family map which he will send once he has arrived.  Will he make the journey and serve the Light. In what capacity will he be serving it?  Tower Guard?  Warder?  Only the Wheel knows.

Note: The character is approved to start as Tower Guard

Name: Mel Elinas

Handle: Celes

Age (must be 16 - 21): 20 (1 year Tower Guard)

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

Hair Color: Blonde straight long hair

Eye Color: Dark blue

Height: 5 ft 8 (1.60 mtrs)

Weight: 55 kg (120 lbs)

Discipline: Balance Path: Path of Misdirection

Brief History:

Mel Elinas was born Melusina Havilar the eldest daughter to Lord Havilar of House Havilar- Elinas and his wife Rose Elinas. She had two younger sisters and grew up happy, raised more by the servants than her parents who loved to go out to parties and entertain their many friends. Her sisters were real tomboys and Melusina was used to gathering them from apple trees, they’d climbed in or mud pools they’d landed in. She was more like their mother than their big sister and they loved her for it. Melusina was to grow up as a wife to one of her father’s relations. He was already arranging marriages for his three daughters and Melusina was content about her future.

When she turned fifteen, Melusina’s second sister Mia, celebrated her fourteenth birthday with a big party at the house, Melusina and her youngest sister Maryanne drank from the punch and watched their sister enjoy herself. Melusina was tired of the party and wanted some time in peace and so she decided to head out of the main hall and down to her own room. She passed a hallway when a woman’s scream made her turn and hurry down that passage. What she found was too horrid to find, her sister Mia was held down by an older man who kissed her in the neck and had ripped her skirts. Her hair was untied and hung around her face which was wet with tears. Melusina could not tell anyone after this event what had driven her, except for her love for Mia. She had taken a broomstick and smashed it hard in back of the man’s head. He did not make a sound, except for a loud thud as he dropped dead at her sister’s feet.

The man was the father of the boy Mia was to marry, he had asked her for a chat to discuss the party that he wanted to throw for her engagement, but he had used their privacy to take her innocence. Melusina ran to her father to explain what had happened and found herself beaten hard and cast out of the family. The death of this important man would surely ruin the family name and her father took no mercy. He asked the young man whose father had died to take Mia’s hand in marriage soon and paid him three times as much as was agreed earlier. Melusina could hardly say goodbye to her sister as the wedding was sped through and Mia was sent off to become a wife. In the meantime, Melusina was beaten every night by her father who knew he could never marry her off. Rumors had spread via the servants and finally, Melusina had had enough and decided to leave her home. She kissed Maryanne’s cheeks and tucked a small leather pouch in her sisters’ hand that contained a lock of her blonde hair. “Keep this near your heart and I will never be gone. Not really,” and kissed the ten-year old girl again before heading the mare off to leave Murandy for good.

After traveling for a good long time, Melusina found Tar Valon and worked in a local inn for a good year, until she turned sixteen. She celebrated her birthday with a few tower guard friends who told her she could enroll to train with them. They had seen her swing a good punch at drunken customers who could not behave and convinced her to talk to the Mistress of Trainees. Melusina, who now used the name Mel for everyone she met, thought back on her sister and how she had been too late to protect her. Yet, she had had the courage and strength to beat down a full grown man and kill him for his crime. She decided to try out for training and found a stern mentor who taught her for two long years about weapons, fitness, balance and speed. She found that the Yards was a hard place to survive and she missed her two sisters dearly. During her writing with her sister Maryanne, she got the news that she was now an aunt of two girls, but that her sister Mia was unhappy. She could not get over the fact that her eldest child might be from her husband’s father and even though her husband loved her dear, she could not forgive him for what his father had done. She was a lonely woman who often called on Maryanne to read Melusina’s letters to her and talk about the life her sister was leading, free from the pain of her past.

Melusina went through her tower guard ceremony on the day she turned nineteen years old and found herself back on a horse to Murandy. Back to her sisters, she found Maryanne at Mia’s house, her sister was struck by a fever and Maryanne helped her husband with the children. The two babies were too small to realize what was going on, that their mother could not trust her feelings to love them and Melusina found herself sure that it was her fault that Mia was this unhappy. She had not been able to protect her sister then and tried to do it now, but Maryanne was the smartest of all three and took Melusina apart one night. “You don’t belong here sister,” she said to Melusina, “You have changed so much, you are stronger and I can tell that you have learned a lot.” Melusina had been training that morning and Maryanne had watched her sister and now she could tell her how proud she was of Melusina and what she had accomplished. She finally returned to Tar Valon when Mia and Maryanne promised to write, her sister was getting better and had started to nurse her youngest again. Melusina took the name of her mother and from now on only listened to the name Mel Elinas.

Mel went back to training in the Yards, in her chosen Path of Misdirection. The Path of Misdirection fitted her and she trained with Rosheen for a good year in balance and precision. After returning from Murandy, she knew she wanted to be a defender, her goal was to keep the women in the Tower safe, but a warder was something far from her mind as she believed that she could not be trusted with safekeeping of one woman. She feared the pain a woman could experience when in danger, when she was in need of protection and she was happy to be part of the guard and go on missions with other tower guards to protect the group, rather than the one.

Her training in the Path of Misdirection became more important over this past year and she worked hard to accomplish herself and better her skill. She became friends with many in and around the Yards and even though she was a responsible guard when on the wall, she could drink ale with the men and try to stand up straight among them. Her year of work in the inn had made her many friends in the city and she loved the long nights out and short nights of sleep before showing her responsible hung-over self on the wall in the morning. Her character is both protective and defiant. She is stubborn and can be easily taken in a joke. She sometimes takes herself too seriously, but overall is a great friend to have around.

Yet another welcome thread has degenerated into spam with sadistic themes...

how... unsurprising...

;D ;D

hmm, that would have been a lot more convincing, Sieve, if you had spelled "they're" correctly. :) But yeah, go ahead and send in a bio, I promise I don't bite... well... maybe a little ;)

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OOC: Sorry for letting this thread sit for a week... again... :-\

IC: Arath was unimpressed by Sandre's answer. He wasn't openly offended like he was the first time he had met the trainee, but still he was unimpressed. Sandre had improved from when Arath last spoke to him, but it wasn't enough. There was no "abandon Aes' Sedai" option. It didn't matter if a village burned to the ground, if even one Aes' Sedai's life was in danger there was no choice. And to save Tar Valon... well, the whole world could burn. Most of the time Aes Sedai wouldn't allow that to happen, but nevertheless it was a Tower Guard's sworn duty to protect Aes Sedai no matter how high the cost.

"I don't think you understand. You are trying to convince me that you're ready to swear absolute loyalty to Aes Sedai. You will swear by the light and hope of salvation and rebirth to faithfully serve the White Tower as long as it sees fit. There is no choice between an Aes Sedai and even fifty men. There is no choice between obeying and disobeying. Many Aes Sedai will allow you to do your duty and trust you to defend them. However, if you don't agree with their methods then too bad. If you believe their pride is too great, or that they are... "a fool" as you put it, too bad."

Arath didn't think that Sandre really understood what he was trying to do. Becoming a Tower Guard wasn't about glory or station (although some people wanted to think that it was). It was about defending Aes Sedai. Arath didn't believe that Sandre had the devotion to Aes Sedai to be a good Tower Guard. On the other hand, Arath admitted that the trainee had come a long way though, and he had the potential to be a very skilled fighter. Hopefully with time he would become devoted to the Tower, and it really was impractical to keep him back.

"Hm. I hope that your vows will keep you obedient, and keep you from... straying in an unfortunate direction. I want to remind you that you will be swearing the strongest oath possible. With that in mind, you have my recommendaion, if you want to become a Tower Guard the choice is up to you."

This bio has CotS and admin approval for the character being a Darkfriend.

Character’s name: Kennar Tynes (2nd Character in Div)

Owner: Sieve

Age (must be 16 – 21): 20

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

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: 5'9”

Weight: 160

Brief History: To those who did not know any better Kennar was a normal child. All of his life he was ordinary. There was absolutely nothing about him that stood out. He looked, acted, and played just like every other kid of his age though he possessed a darker side that few ever saw. From as early as he could remember he had known he was not like the others though he hid it well.

Kennar had a knack for mischief but he was very discreet. Nobody thought twice about the ordinary unassuming boy who was overly polite to everyone. The light blinded fools never suspected him when unfortunate events occurred in their village. Everyone overlooked the kid who was just plain average. He hated being average.

Growing up in Amadicia, Kennar took immense pleasure in scrawling the Dragon fang on the doors of people he disliked. Outwardly he liked everyone though inside was another matter. Most people sickened him. His soul was as black as a moonless night. He was a loner at heart but he forced himself to tolerate the company of others to keep the ruse.

That is why nobody suspected him when his parent's small house burned down killing his entire family. Nobody thought to question the soot covered boy of 12 who wailed how he could not save his family. They offered him condolences, several of the fools even tried to take him in and care for him.

Over the years his darker side occasionally leaked out though people dismissed it as the after effects of his family's demise. If ever anyone saw him talking to himself they quickly turned the other way feeling bad for the boy who lost his entire family. A close friend of his father, a clerk who lived in Amador employed him as an apprentice teaching him the necessary skills. His father's friend turned out to be a friend of the Dark.

Amador became his playground. He was a clerk by day and a thief or troublemaker by night. He hated those fools who put everything in their belief in the light. Weaklings who thought the creator would protect them. Any person with half a brain would realize that the Great Lord of the Dark would conquer the world, it was inevitable. Those who served him faithfully would rise to positions of power. Some would even earn immortality. He planned on being one of the latter.

The Whitecloaks in Amador were fools, they were even worse than the light-blinded idiots who thought the creator would save their miserable lives. They supposedly served the Light yet they did more of the Shadows work than he did. All anyone had to do is accuse another of being a Darkfriend and they were on the person like a pack of hounds. They would torture the fool until they admitted to being a Darkfriend when they were nothing of the sort. All it took was a rumor or the dragon's fang appearing on someone's door. The thought made him laugh maniacally. He soul was twisted beyond repair.

By the time he turned twenty he had forgotten all the deaths he had caused. All the women he had tortured both physically and sexually. He had gained some notoriety among friends of the Dark since requests for his skills seemed in constant demand. Nobody except for his father's friend knew his identity though many Darkfriends knew of his handiwork. Well only his father's friend and those Darkfriends in positions of authority knew his identity. Everyone else just saw the unassuming clerk's apprentice who looked as if he could not hurt a fly. One day he would have a position of power and crush any who thought of him as average. He would show them, make them pay. Perhaps he would even earn immortality. He prayed to the Great Lord every day to let him continue to serve.

On his twentieth name day he received a coded summons to make his way to a particular shop in Tar Valon. Maybe he would get to kill some of the witches. Growing up in Amadicia did not make him a fan of Aes Sedai. Even those rumored to be Black Ajah. For that matter he did not trust any woman. Women were the most vile creatures of all. Ooh they enjoyed your coin and your attention until they tired of it. He did not like being told no. That word did not exist for him. A dagger held to a throat followed up by threats of future repercussions usually got him what he needed. It is amazing what you could get someone to do if they feared for their life or that of one of their kin. He had killed a few of them for the pleasure of it. He did enjoy killing.

And that is how Kennar found himself sitting on a barrel behind the candlemaker's shop waiting patiently for his new contact to arrive. Shortly after meeting his contact he was enrolled as a trainee for the Tower Guards. This did not sit well with him, he wanted nothing to do with the White Tower or the tiny little Darkfriend witch that he had to answer to. As small as she was she was very convincing and left him little doubt who was in charge. Flashing his throwing knives at her did not even phase her. He was close enough to kill her though she simply bound and gagged him with the one power then taught him a lesson that he would never forget as long as he lived. She caused him pain like he had never felt before. Pain so severe that he thought he would pass out, thought she would kill him on the spot. He had prayed again to the Great Lord to spare him. Either his prayers were answered or she must have had orders not to kill him for she let him live.

Kennar took to the life of a trainee and acted the part of the model student. Those light-blinded fools had no idea that a Darkfriend trained amongst them. They were ignorant puffed up fools. He pondered on the murders in the yards but the tiny little witch would tell him nothing of it. Said it was none of his concern. How many murders had the girl committed before she was caught. It made him laugh that they had such a hard time catching her. What fools they were. They had probably been looking for some hulking brute until the girl made a misstep. He could have helped spring her though that little witch would not allow it. That little woman made his skin crawl. He would kill her one day, after he had his fun with her first.

Philosophy: The Spring

Weapon Forms:

Sword and dagger

Throwing Knives

Hand to Hand

Yes, you can do other RPs even though your intro isn't done.

Nice :) CC'd

Character’s name:  Tad Kreg

Age (must be 16 - 21): 17

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

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5’11

Weight: 140 lbs

Brief History:

Time, time is a mystery in the eyes of many. The advancement in life only leads to death, which is brought on by time. There is no way to stop time, but that does not deter the youth from trying. Desperately they cling to the innocence of their age, their age which encompasses the joy and hope that fuels them. Time a curse and a blessing, but forever lasting.

Tad sighed and skipped the small stone across the river once more. The shad the tree cast over him and the sounds of the river absorbed his senses. The place was his sanctuary, his place where he hoped time would avoid him. Alas it did not, Tad knew that very well. Shaking his head Tad sat down on the shaded grass.

Would his father approve of his decision, the decision of his future? Tad highly doubted that, but none the less respect required him to inform his father of his choice. His family had owned the Wayfarer’s Inn, the inn had been passed down for three generations and it was expected that Tad would assume ownership one day. He had no intention of owning the inn or even staying in the area. Exploration was what he whished; an adventure of sorts.

His mother would be angry, angrier than Tad would like her to be, but it was his life not hers. His father on the other hand would probably banish him from the inn. Tad watched the river flow gently washing away sticks and branches that had fallen from the trees. Time had come and now time dictated what he must do. Looking at the river once more, for Tad knew he would never see it again; He departed and set off for home.

He passed thought the fields had had played on as a child and won fencing contests every year. Tad smiled at the memories, they where good memories. The old road that leads to the Wayfarer’s Inn brought similar memories of his past. He was only seventeen, but he was leaving his youth behind. As he passed the old blacksmiths forge, Hunter the elderly smithy called out to him.

“Tad my boy, your focus seems to indicate a hard choice has been made.”

Tad turned and smiled at the elderly man. Hunter had been a good friend to Tad; he taught him how to fight, how to camp, and how to ride. He was very much part of Tad’s family, even though not related to him by blood.

“That I have, that I have.” Tad said slowly. “I am going to leave this village, leave it for ever.”

Hunter smiled; his face seemed wearier than it had earlier. “I figured as much, I wish you luck. Though I have something for you one moment.” Hunter said heading of into the forge. He returned with a wooden staff. “This was mine when I first left home, now it seems is the right time to present it to you.”

Tad took the staff and weighed it in his hands. Skilled craftsman ship had made this; he could not believe the old smithy was giving it to him. “Th-thank yo-u” Tad stammered to the old man.

“Use it well and only when needed. Now go before I make a fool of myself.” The old man said softly before turning back to his forge.

Tad stared at the elderly mans back for a few moment before turning away and heading home. Time had indeed caught up with his old friend, as time catches up with every one. The inn loomed before him as he continued walking down the road; the next step was to enter it. The creaking sign and sounds of the horses in the stable gave the moment an ominous feel. Tad left the staff outside and entered the inn. The sun had past its zenith so the inn was quite; lunch had been three hours ago. Tad mad his way up to his room and packed a set of saddle bags with some clothing and his needed gear.

Once the bags where packed he slung it over his shoulder and slipped out the back door. The stables were not to far form the inn and Tad found his horse Specter in his stall. Tad smiled and patted the horse’s nose. Specter was a good horse, his coat was grey and so were his eyes, but specter was actually a young horse. Tad saddled him and placed on the saddle bags. Then went and retrieved the wooden quarter staff and attached that the saddle bags. It would indeed be a long journey. Tad looked at the map he had gotten from a traveler who had passed through the inn a few weeks ago. He looked at his circled destination, Tar Valon.

It was the place of legend. The White Tower and its Aes Sedi. Tad had read about them in books and heard stories of their Warders. Tad wanted adventure, excitement, things that seem foolish and child like, but Tad did want to experience them. If he could become a Warder well that would allow him to do just that.

Tad patted Specter and turned back to the inn, time to face his parents. Tad entered though the back door and made his way to the kitchens. His mother was busy cleaning dishes and his father was trying to fix a window. Tad felt some sorrow, but not enough to deter him.

“I am leaving. I do not wish to inherit this inn and stay here; I wish to experience other cultures and other people. Not the same uneventful ness of this town.” Tad said to his parents. They looked up dumfounded at him for a moment and Tad waved good bye and turned. As he shut the door he heard his father shouting after him. He was a good man his father, but he did not know how tad felt. Tad gone specters back and started off down toward the road, turning he secured a bag of rations to the saddle and looked straight once more. There would be no going back.

Tad followed the road which would take him to Caemlyn. The journey there would be about five days, and then from Caemlyn he would take the main road on toward Tar Valon. That journey would be at least two weeks. The excitement of travel wore of only slightly when he experienced the cold nights, but still it was a new freedom of which Tad had never experienced.

As Tad passed through Caemlyn he restocked on supplies, spending a good portion of his coin. Mind you he did not have much to begin with in the first place. The journey was tiring and Tad was now being to realize the harsh reality of life. He only had three days left, but those three days seemed to pass like years. Time does indeed play ticks on the mind.   

Tar Valon was magnificent, tad was in awe as he dismounted Specter and held the horse’s reigns. Tad led him through the packed streets until he reached the Warders yard. A guard had pointed it out to him when he had entered the city. Now he was here what was Tad supposed to do?

Wow, you're on a character-making streak :) CC'd

OOC: I knew I was forgetting something! :P

IC: Ze'el hummed as he thought. In the last challenge he had used Air (and failed), but this time he would try something different. There were many different ways to move the candle, and keeping it alight shouldn't pose too much of a difficulty. Ze'el already had a plot forming in his mind when he made his way to his starting position. He noticed that the men around him prefered to physically lift their candle up, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep the candle lit if he tried to lift it with Air as well.

Ze'el channeled Earth and raised two mounds of earth that ran parallel all the way to the finish. He grimaced though, feeling the drain that just that simple task costed him. However, he had the perfect size valley in between his two mounds. Next, he channeled Water to slick the channel that he had made. He couldn't wet the entire path, so he resolved himself to just wet the ground every once in a while. Finally, he placed his candle in the valley and pushed it gently with Air, wrapping the flows around the candle so that it didn't tip over.

Pushing the candle was much easier than actually lifting it and carrying it, although it was slower. Nevertheless, Ze'el made his way across the training grounds slowly but surely. With his focus intently on the candle and keeping it from going out, Ze'el found himself at the other end in no time. This time, he felt smug in his success, knowing that he had actually managed to do the task in a way that made up for his weakness in the Power. It wasn't as flashy as some of the other methods used, but it was effective.

OOC: I'll post the other task seperately... and I'll try not to take a month this time ;D

It wasn't a suck-up ;) Merely hailing my lord and master. ;D

Ze'el's eyes flashed as he watched the demonstration. The uses of that weave... Doors that were previously closed and locked were now wide open. He had always told himself that he would find a way to use Saidin subtly in a way that didn't require large amounts of strength, but after so long of seeing only flashy weave after flashy weave, he had been beginning to loose hope. This weave though... its uses were limitless. While his opponent was expending his energy engulfing the world in infernos, he would be putting them to sleep harmlessly.

Ze'el got a hold of himself before Sereth turned around, returning his hungry and eager gaze to the familiar meek expression of Kassian. Still, he allowed some of his excitement to leak through. Ze'el had to suppress a cackle at the weave. Not only was it perfect for combat, but it also suited the peace-loving image of Kassian. The Asha'man that defeated people not by breaking their bones but by putting them in a harmless sleep. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done.

He was more than strong enough in Spirit for the weave (for it required almost no strength to weave), but it was very complicated. It was definitely the most complicated weave that Ze'el had ever attempted. He failed many times before he succeeded, and he could sense that the skill required to create the weave was at the very limits of his own skill. Still, he was able to do the weave (if barely) and practiced it until he could form it perfectly. Then, Ze'el began targeting small animals, watching as they collapsed harmlessly into a peaceful slumber.

Right, welcome and all that *flees back to his hole*

And Raeyn your Civvie is CC'd. If you ever wanna hang out with a sociopathic dude in need of some psycho-theripy give me a shout :)