(Think this is enough to get my WS increase, or should I post more?)

"You know what you are being punished for."

"Yes, I do... for fighting my fellow Recruits..." Ezekiel said, removing his shirt, not responding to the touch of the leather. He'd been beaten before, not by a strap, but by fists and other things. He'd be beaten again, most likely, and he'd take that beaten all the better for this one.

"FUN!? You call that fun? How can beating up on people for no apparent reason be fun? You fight because you need to, and enjoy the battle while it lasts... you don't goo looking for a fight! No matter what path you follow after your training here, it's your job, and your Duty to PROTECT others, not go around starting brawls!" Mors snarled, very uncharacteristic of him, stalking off.

If he decides to go that path. More likely, if I decide to work that in. He'll be the type to avoid using the Power. He'd assume he'd go insane.

So... um... how exactly do I go about making this character? Any base ideas I should keep in mind while writing it, besides the basics?

I'm thinking that he may be able to learn to channel, or have claim to a noble family... or both.

But anything else I should keep in mind before making a bio for this?

"As you say..." He said, frowning. He disliked running, because it was one exercise he would do himself, on his own time, simply to keep fit. He wanted to be training with his combat skills when training with Master Orion.

He felt inadequate, but he didn't really know how to mkae himself more worthy, short of washing up and returning, which would appear even worse... He was mentally unprepared for this situation... it seems he was more girl crazy than he originally thought... That was disturbing. But he also couldn't help but watch Lavinya, she seemed to almost ooze appeal... which could be dangerous, but could also be quite delightful... excepting that Aes Sedai cannot associate with Trainees.

And that fermented in Mors' mind to work harder to become a Tower Guard, to be worthy Warder material to draw the eyes of Aes Sedai.

"To what do I owe the honor, Lavinya Sedai?" Mors asked, again politely, as he had just gotten her name.

"And how was I supposed to know these flaming rules of bloody barfights?! You goatkissing idiot! I wasn't raised on this sort of thing!" He snarled angrily, swiftly retreating from the bar as he went outside, not saying a word to the men who had attacked him.

He then stopped Maldrin in the street. "What were you thinking!? You don't just start taking swings at someone like that, especially if it's your fault! I should report you to the Mistress of Trainees!"

One of them men who attacked mors swung a fist towards his face, which Mors swiftly and fluidly evaded, the man finding a fork now jutting from his wrist. Of course, if bled and the man screamed as Mors thrust his open hand's fingers int; the man's throat, causing him to choke slightly as he kicked him in the groin.

Moving onto the next man, "One-Eye" found himself taking a kidney shot, then having his legs swept from under him, from behind, throwing him onto his table.

"Remind me *never* to come along with you anywhere alone, again..."

It was well Orion was blind, for of all people, he would be the most likely to detect the hint of a flush in his cheek it was faint, but it was there. Her purring did not help. Light, but it was atractive. Quite unlike an Aes Sedai too.

"Master Orion... isn't harsh..." He said, still breathing a bit heavy from the strike to his stomach. Mors felt her eyes on him, and it made him feel as if he were under a spotlight. It had a dual effect on him. One part of him wanted to curl up and die, because he felt he'd be found wanting, having not proven his worth yet, yet another part was quite pleased, that he held her attention at all, after all this time.

"It is an Honor, Aes Sedai..." he said, bowing slightly to her as she came. He never had caught her name, though he certainly did recognize her. And she had only gotten more beautiful. Light, but he needed to get ahold of himself! He felt as if he was gawking, mouth wide agape! In reality, his lips were turned slightly upwards, but it was not hanging open.

Mors had backed off immediately after contact, and was about to apologize for Maldrin's pushing him into the other, when Maldrin blew things out of proportion.

Bloody woolbrained flaming fool of a Goatkisser! He shouted in his own mind, having wanted to AVOID a fight. Well, it was too late for it now. He qickly grabbed a fork from one of the other emptied tables nearby, now armed.

This all happened within moments. Then one of the men who were unharmed swung a fist straight towards Maldrin's jaw, the other making his way towards Mors, who had concealed the fork. No sense in letting his adversary know he could inflict greater injury only to be disarmed, now was there?

Still distracted, he felt the two lathes connect, he grunted in pain, and landed upon his back. he shook his head, trying to get his mind off of the Aes Sedai. Because, gawling at a pretty woman was no excuse for lack of attention to his teacher.

"Forgive me,Master Orion... I will try harder." He rose, continuing his attempts to strike Orion, his lathe swiftly moving from form to form, block to block, strike to strike. He was no match for Orion, but he was rather good. Except for today, as his eyes still occasionally slipped to Lavinya.

Now, he had been training with Orion for a few months now, and had always been a good pupil. Determined, focused, swift and hard. However, today, he seemed scattered, almost dazed. Surely Orion could tell something was drawing Mors out of his element. But then again, Mors realized it was no excuse, and tried his bloody best to not let the woman distract him.

"Fifty laps around the yard, then swordforms, then a spar against Talyn to show how I still need improvement. And to think, I used to laugh at the trainees back when I was a stable lad. Well, either laugh or make off with practice swords."

"It seems Master Orion's been rather easy on me as a Mentor then... I'll have to ask him to push me further. I don't want to fall behind..." Mors said, before the food arrived. Not one to talk with his mouth full, he ate quietly, and drank occasionnally to wash it down. The ale was good, for a coarse drink, but his mother had long since conditioned him into believing he was above such drinks. Overall, it was a worthwhile meal, however, and Mors finished the fish.

"Well, you may have exaggerated a bit, Maldrin, but the meals here are at least worth the cost, and I haven't had any problems yet. Perhaps we should go before something runs amiss..." He said, more than ready to leave before engaging in any "unsavory" activities.

"If that were so, even a Yellow couldn't save you..." Mors said softly, more to himself than anyone present. He didn't know much, but he'd done his reading, and learned the basics about each Ajah, so that he knew which Ajahs he'd prefer to be bonded into. However, he couldn't come to a decisive conclusion. He sat with them, waiting for the drinks. He tended to avoid strong drinks, and usually went for the more "refined" drinks of nobility. However, this was hardly the place to object.

He looked about, somewhat nervous. He didn't particularly want to get into a fight, as he was unsure whether that was punishable or not. So he sat and waited, hiding his emotions behind what he felt was an Aes Sedai's mask. Stony, and emotionless, save a slight smile.

"I really doubt this place will be a locale I will be returning to, but I suppose I can humor you, for today at least. May I ask how many brawls I can expect to get into while I am there? It doesn't look like a place an Aes Sedai would be caught dead in." Mors said, eyeing the building like a wolf eyeing a lynx.

Hardly had he gotten out of his room and onto the Yard, as he was accosted by another Trainee, he presumed. Mors had seen him a few times, and the man had avoided him before. Why is he so friendly now? Mors asked himself.

"Hey there, friend. I was just thinking of heading on into the City and getting something to eat. I'll show you a great place. The food is heavenly and the drink is better than ripe plums. Come on, you'll see what I mean. It's superb."

"Uh... I was supposed to begin practice... but I suppose breaking my fast first should be fine..." he said, thinking.

(This is taking place shortly before my New Roads to travel, meaning Mors will have been a Mentee/Trainee for awhile.)

Mors had awoke to practice yet again today, and Mors groaned. Training with Master Orion was a chore, for despite his apparent blindness, Mors could swear on the fact that the man had eyes on the back of his head. Nothing Mors tried could get around Master Orion's defenses, and no amount of defense could keep Mors from being struck with a lathe. At least, for quite some time it was that way.

After a few months at the Tower, he had eventually learned some of Master Orion's habits or quirks, through sheer repetition, he'd learned to be more efficient at parrying. However, hitting Master Orion was still a chore. He could sense everything Mors tried, and his blade was nearly as fast as lightning, in Mors's eyes. However, training today, Mors noted a rather blatant distraction.

An Aes Sedai, most likely, by the fact that Novices and Accepted usually are not to be in the Yards, and in fact even Aes Sedai are frowned upon for entering the Yards. Mainly, Mors thought, because it distracted the Trainees. However, this Aes Sedai distracted Mors for quite another reason. She was beautiful. That is expected of a Domani, but Mors never dreamed an Aes Sedai would ever wear traditional Domani style garb, and it drew his eye every time he tried to look away.

Thankfully, he avoided gawking, but his attention was still gone, his head tilting ever so slightly towards Aes Sedai, taking a peek. He vaguely remembered the woman as an Accepted, but he had been not so drawn, as it was a more relaxed atmosphere with games and laughter, but some months ago he had seen her in the tavern common room, getting drunk.

She was even more beautiful now than then. Mors tried his best to keep his eyes off of Aes Sedai, but it was difficult. Especially since he racked his brain, trying to think of her name, until he realized he had never got it.

Well, it's too late now, you wool-headed farmboy! He chastised himself silently, insulting himself, despite having never worked a farm in his life. But Light, she is lovely. What is her name? Ahhh... Aes Sedai wouldn't want anything to do with me, even if I had met her before. Aes Sedai don't associate with Trainees...

RING RING! Thread is alive and yawning!

Mors woke up in his room, stretching out a bit before dressing himself once more. Rousing himself from sleep fully, he decided to take a walk to the Yard, perhaps to practice his forms...

Alright...

Well, Mors doesn't make a habit of drinking, so you'd have to talk him into it. Or just lure him there to start.

Sounds good. I misread the requirement, I thought the Mentor was with you ICly on this one. My bad.

The Barroom brawl sounds fine. But Mors is a Gentleman, so he won't start anything.

Mors doesn't know any Aes Sedai, save Lavinya.

And never been in a fight before, so, you'd need to explain a wee bit more what you mean.

Thanks for the ideas though.

Ums... that's one... need two....

Monty Python and the Holy Grail!

"I am... Tim the Enchanter!"

I was thinking of making a character to lead a band of Mercenaries... I know this isn't very specific, but I want to know if this is possible before putting forth an effort.

Besides, James, you know you can help me... :D