Hey, sorry I didn't post that anywhere, but Eqwina approved the height before it even got into the email inbox, and so it slipped my mind that another Bio Checker wouldn't know the reasoning behind it :)

I like math, but I don't like doing math. ;D

*sigh*

*stands so that the conveniently placed wall is inbetween him and the loonies*

So what's up?

*winces and hopes that the slapping sound was Thera hitting Jasine's face*

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^ Irian in the background, Aeryn in front of him.

Character's name: Irian Nerendahl

Age: 20

Place of Origin: Alcruna, Tarabon

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Very dark brown

Height: 6 ft 6

Weight: 225 pounds

Standing at a massive 6 feet and 6 inches, Irian is about as large as people can get. Though there are some jokes about having Ogier blood in the family, fact remains that Irian's relatives are generally above average as well, which would most likely point at a history of gigantism if medical science would have been advanced enough to recognise it. Nevertheless, being taller than most made it harder to actually get clothing that fit, which would explain relatively large amount of his family members apprenticed to tailors and cobblers.

Irian has a muscular build, though no overly bulky (think olympic swimmer as opposed to body builder), something that only developed further by his apprenticehood to the local woodcutter. He has short dark brown hair that's really too short to be in an actual hairstyle, and thus doesn't bother much with it save for a haircut every once in a while. He has a sonorous bass voice,

Clothing:

Due to his size, his clothing is generally simple and crude, though Aeryn has had some additional clothes made for him after they became acquainted. Irian can generally be seen wearing leather boots, pants held up by suspenders and a shortsleeved shirt, sometimes with a buttoned coat worn over it. He was never quite a fan of embroidery despite being Taraboner, though that could be at least partially blamed on his family making their own clothing, and any time spent on making things they didn't sell...

Personality:

Due to his strength, Irian has a tendency to be careful around other people. Though this might sound a bit odd given his latest profession before heading to the White Tower, one needs to keep in mind that his size actually prevented most fights from breaking out in the first place, leading to satisfied patrons and innkeeper alike. He has a carefree personality, and doesn't really mind getting flung in a new situation, provided he can have the time to adjust to the idea first (or afterwards).

Philosophy: The Flame and the Void

Discipline: Scales of Power

Path: Path of Water

Primary Weapon: Steel tipped warhammer

Secondary Weapon: Hand to Hand (grapples and throws)

Tertiary Weapon: Two handed axe (woodcutter's axe preferred)

Brief History:

Irian was born in Alcruna, a small village where even the Council wasn't quite sure whether it lay in Tarabon or Almoth. Still, as he grew up it became clear he had inherited the family trait of becoming tall like a number of others in his family. Even though the boy's size caused him to be mistaken for others several years older than he actually was, nothing was wrong with his mind and he was able to follow his lessons like an average student, not doing bad but not realy standing out either.

When he became old enough to get himself aprenticed, he decided against the professions of cobbler and tailor that his family seemed to take a liking to, instead becoming a woodcutter. Though his now rapidly developing strength meant he was able to work hard, in the end he just felt it wasn't quite the profession for him. He liked trees. It was hard to explain, but he had enjoyed being in the forest just for being surrounded by things much bigger than he was, making him feel as if he wasn't that large after all. To cut those down was something he found he never really could take a liking to himself.

And thus, he set out again, this time deciding to travel to one of the surrounding villages. Bidding his family goodbye, he set out to travel north into Almoth Plain, intending to keep heading north to Falme and see if he could find work in the harbor there. His travels would actually end up being a lot shorter though, as he ended up in a small village, in an Inn with a (to him) unpronounceable name.

A Taraboner soldier on leave who had had a drink too many bumped into him, causing him to spill the mug he was holding. He started causing some trouble, looking him in the face while not realising he was sitting down. Out came a small girl of perhaps twelve years old that started berating the both of them on 'disturbing the peace' and whatnot, Irian had had to look twice to believe what he was seeing. The girl had absolutely no fear of him nor of the soldier -- whom by now was starting to get more and more agitated at both him and the girl.

As the soldier's gauntleted hand swung back in an attempt to punch him, the girl simply stepped between the two of them with her arms crossed, and the only reason she didn't get hit was because rian had shoved her aside just in time, him catching the blow on his arm. Putting the girl down gently, he picked up the soldier... a lot less gently, and despite muffled threats and attempts to punch his way out -- that didn't work, as Irian's arms were much longer than his -- he was firmly introduced to the cobblestones a few feet away from the entrance.

He came back, asking if the girl -- she had said her name was Aeryn in between the shouting, he believed -- was allright, and the girl nodded, teling him she liked how he handled that and much to his surprise calling the innkeeper over to arrange for him to be hired as a bouncer. Though it wasn't quite what he had had in mind, he decided to accept the position after trying it out for a week or so, and the occasional visits from Aeryn were spent talking. The girl was calm and gentle during those days, with few signs of the fiery temper that lay hidden under that soft smile. The only time her temper really erupted was when he had called her 'Taraboner' rather than Almothian, but that was a mistake he had quickly learned to correct.

One day however, he was approached by her father, asking him to join her as her guard over to the White Tower. It wasn't much of a risk though, just make sure she arrived and returned safely, and in case she would need to stay there longer to keep her out of trouble much like he was now. He agreed, and the two of them made their way over to Tar Valon, where he announced her to the Mistress of Novices. He soon found out she was able to channel however, and found himself needing something to do. He had heard these 'Aes Sedai' had Warders, which were basically their guards, and decided to enroll to at least have something to do in the meantime. He was fairly good at protecting already, might as well make a full time job out of it.

After some asking around, he eventually found the door to the Mistress of Trainees' office, and knocked on the door, wincing as it might have been a tad too loud again.

Note: Aeryn is a PC already approved by the White Tower

I do concert band in the regular school day, so that doesn't eat up any more time than strictly necesary ;) But I look forward to being active again!

Basic Information

Player: Nephitess

Char Name: Phinnavear(Phinn) Tabor

Age: 18

Nationality: Domani

Appearance

Hair: Shoulder length Dark brown hair

Eyes: Hazel eyes

Skin: light brown

Height: 5'7

Voice: A light and amused tone most of the time...unless she becomes mad or any other strong emotion.

Physical Description: long legs and arms, strong muscles.

Typical Clothing: Breeches and shirts. Not apposed to wearing dresses though.

'Other: Phinn's lips look like they have laughter tickling them.

Other Information

Special Skills: Throwing/Dueling Knives, Bow. She will want to learn the Katana.

Knowledge Weakness: Politics and history.

Physical Weakness: Weak ankle from being broken during childhood.

Personality weakness: fiery temper.

Personality: Pretty friendly person. She takes a while to get to know people as she can be shy. She keeps her secrets to herself and does not tell anyone.

History Summary

Phinn as she likes to be called grew up in Arad Doman. Born to a wealthy family Yet, She was still unhappy. She was not the model young woman her mother wanted her to be. Her mother taught her the domain ways of being a woman…Painted faces and revealing clothes. No matter how Phinn tried…she never mastered it. Phinn felt like a failure in her mother's eyes and rebelled more out of frustration. Phinn and her mother had heated arguments about her behavior because Phinn loved to play outside and be rough with the boys. She would get into fist fights with the local bullies and win! When it came to her father though…She was his prize. She enjoyed learning about swords and knives. One of her favorite weapons was the katana but she also liked the bow. She wanted to learn to use the katana but her father would not teach her. Her father tutored her in the art of knife fighting and throwing so she would have a way to defend herself but he never taught her to use a sword. He used to say it was to much for a woman to learn.

During Phinn's 16th year terrible news came to her family…Her sister who was only 2 years younger was molested and murdered. It was a horrendous sight when her sister's body was brought to the family home for burial rites. Phinn wept for days as she mourned her sisters tragic loss. She and her sister where very close and the void that was left in Phinn's heart was major. Three days after the death Phinn became tired of the sadness and vowed revenge. She cleaned herself up and went to see the officials who were looking after the murder investigation. After some talk and a few tricks her mother taught her…Phinn was able to get the info she wanted.

That night she dressed in black breeches and a dark shirt. Placing her knives in their places she left the house quietly. Phinn took on the mind of one hunting and tracked her quarry to an Inn. She waited for the man she was hunting until the Inn closed and followed him to his home. Phinn was patient and continued to wait until the lights in the man's home went out. Moving with the stealth that her father taught her she moved to the home and snuck into the house. Ten minutes later Phinn left the house and moved quickly through the shadows and got on her horse and rode north towards Saldea.

Phinn hid in Saldea for the next two years. She did odd jobs until she was able to join a merchant train as a personal guard to the wife of the merchant. It took a lot of convincing on Phinn's part to make the Merchant see that she was able to do the job. She had to fight the biggest guard…She lost, but proved her worth and courage. The train was heading fatefully towards Tar Valon. Fatefully because Phinn did not know what the trip had in store for her. One of the guards was fond of telling stories and spoke at length about the Aes Sedai and their warders. The stories caught the imagination of Phinn's mind and she decided she want to learn under the warders tutelage.

When the merchant train arrived outside Tar Valon Phinn took the first chance she had to enter the city and explore. She looked around in awe and exhilaration. After a while she stepped into an Inn and sat down for a drink. Sitting back in her chair she observed the room. A few tables away she spotted a woman dressed in fine silks and two men with swords on their hips. A twinkle of gold shone on the woman's finger, a serpent ring. Phinn had found the people who could help her. Screwing up her courage She took her drink and went to introduce herself to the Aes Sedai and especially the Warders.

After a night of talking and drinking with her new associates…Phinn Decided to go to the tower and train with the warders. This was the start of a new life for her. One that she hoped her sister would be proud of.

Hey, sorry that I've been so inactive lately :( I've been really busy lately with Marching band, and school had been a lot tougher than I thought it would be. I just wanted to say that I'm still around for all the staffly/OOC duties, but I'm not going to be RPing much (if at all) for a few more weeks, and then I plan on returning fully. Again, sorry for neglecting DM :(

I'm taking college level chem and I'm a sophomore in high school :) I understand you completely...

*rips up chem book* grr... stupid chem, keeping me from DM

OOC: *this is me feeling bad for not updating in 3 weeks*

IC: Arath didn't know what to say to her. How could he possibly know what to do in this situation? He didn't have the slightest idea of how to work this out. Nevertheless, he did his best to think of a solution, any solution. The best one was obvious, but it was obviously not the one that Thera wanted to hear. Bringing a child into the world they lived in, the world of the Tower Guard, would be cruel. However, Arath didn't know if Jasine could handle knowing that his child was somewhere being raised by another man. The complexity of the situation was overwhelming, and the silence stretched awkwardly until he opened his mouth to respond.

"Thera... I just... I don't know what to tell you. I can't possibly imagine what to do." He looked into Thera's eyes, eyes that were pleading for him to tell her a better solution than the one she already knew. He couldn't lie to her, though, and even though Arath was silent, his eyes spoke volumes. They both knew that she couldn't keep that child, but neither of them wanted to say it out loud. Voicing it... it would give it a sense of reality, like they could no longer hold out for a miracle. Arath shifted uncomfortably. Thera had lowered her eyes now, and Arath wanted to say something... anything... to help her, but he couldn't.

He opened his mouth, and inhaled as if he was getting ready to speak. For a moment the silence was anticipating, waiting for his next words, but Arath let out the breath without talking. For a while they sat in awkward silence, both lost in their own thoughts and neither willing to bring up the topic at hand. Eventually, Arath realized the time, and spoke reluctantly. "I need to get ready for my patrol..." Thera nodded and Arath got up slowly. He hesitated, before turning back to her. "...I'm sorry I couldn't help you," he said finally. Arath made his way back to the barracks, praying to the Light that Thera and Jasine could find some way to work out a solution that didn't cause everyone grief.

??? When did I volunteer... *looks back* oh... rrriiiggghhhtttt, dunno how well that's gonna work out.

Lol, nice Liitha, and that was smart of him Raeyn. I used to have a mental calender of when my friend's... ah... monthly cranky time was, but I lost track over summer break ;)

When and doubt blame Canada... I've been sick all week too... could we be passing germs through the net?

Hey, due to a lack of responce Eqwina and I are going to wait a little bit before posting up the next part of the Fire in the Sky RP. Sorry for the delay, but hopefully we can get more people to reply before moving on. :)

Cheers,

Talavin

*blinks innocantly* whatever do you mean Raeyn? We have approved all of the relationships in the WY... conveniently enough one member of said relationship was on staff, making the approval process a whole lot faster. ;)

oh, oh! Pick 'life, liberty, and the persuit of drunken wenches'!!!

Alright!!!

Current peoples signed up:

1)

2)

3)

4)

Eqwina and I have different roles in this thread and therefore we won't be representing the WY unless absolutely positively necesary. However, as you've noticed we have no people signed up! A division as active as we are needs to have representatives in such a large inter-div RP. So, if you want to sign up please don't feel like you're kicking anyone out.

Okay, so far I've gotten responces from:

Me

Eqwina

Raeyn

Jehaine

Sieve

Matalina

Kynwric

If your name is not on that list then you should post here... please?

I believe Asha'man is both singular and plural :P

*makes a mental note to avoid cookies for a while* ;)

why couldn't there be a mutual bond? The red bonds the ashy and the ashy bonds the red?

contact the DLs for the Warders and CotL, and you'll probably have to get your bio reapproved but the CotL DL will go into that.

CotL DL is Nynaeve and WY DL is Eqwina

*wink wink nudge nudge* we want details :P

oh, lol, I meant to go check that out in my post spree yesterday... dun think I have time today though :(

Lol! It's been a long time since I read that, but it's by far the greatest WoT related thing I've ever seen on the internet ;D

Arath fought the urge to quirk an eyebrow at her overly gushy words. They could almost be taken as flirtatious, but Arath dismissed her simply as a spacy brown-type accepted who didn't even realize what she was saying. It was a little bit of a stretch, but he prefered to think that way than the alternative. Besides, he was desperate for a way to get inside the Tower. If he had to endure a horribly boring time with a horribly strange Accepted, so be it. He nodded his consent and did his best to appear disconcerted and neutral to the situation.

He allowed himself to be led by the Accepted into the basements of the Tower and to whatever sort of vault they were venturing into. They got strange looks from some of the passing Aes' Sedai and servents, but his cloak went a long way in garunteeing their passage. A trainee would have been stopped imidiately, but he was a Tower Guard, and with his confident stride most assumed that he was suppsosed to be in the Tower. And most Sisters had better things to do with their time than to interogate a Tower Guard- the fact that his guide was an Accepted and not a Novice helped as well.

Looks were the only thing they recieved, however, and they soon made their way to the basements without issue- although the many stairs were a pain. As they came to a stop, Arath inquired: "Alright, so what do you need me to do?"