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Name: Rouarn
Age: 24
Profession: To the Aiel - A Returning Gai'Shain, To the Wetlanders - A Lost One (Tuatha'an)
Physical Appearance: Dress in cloth of the Tuatha'an, a light shirt and trousers with a thicker over coat coloured Green Brown Brown repectfully, within the collar of the shirt though is what appears to be a Black Veil. With a medium sized frame he is built slender yet solid and appears less flexable then he really is. Standing taller then most of his kind he towers over many of the Wetlanders, his blond hair is tied in a small knot at the back. His pale blue/green eyes appear Opal like...
Bio: At a foolish time he had once allowed himself to be taken Gai'shain by the woman he had fallen in love with, in hopes of getting closer to her and share those feelings, but in truth he had already lost her to what appeared to had been a Tuatha'an Troop that had passed through the Wastes not long ago. Days after being "Touched" and his taking of the White Cloth, he followed her as due his 'Toh' as she stalked the Tuatha'an troop and each night she heard her pine for one of the men. Within a week the two of them had joined with the Troop and his life began to change. As she became accustomed to their way, forsaking the Spear and Bow and acting as if she her self had taken the White, he remained Gai'shain dispite her stating that there was no need for that anymore, the Troop had even forced him from his Cloth into that of which they wore. They Travelled months into the Wetlanders Realm and he watched as something that is not part but part of the group lived, how the woman he once loved fell heavy with the man's child and how they loved one another. Yet still he remained Gai'shain, still held to his 'Toh'. It was a Year to the day that evil befell that of the Tuatha'an's Troop, Treekillers stumbled upon their camp, dressed for war atop of beasts that appeared more feral then the men that rode them. They whooped and laughed as they wrangled the Tuatha'an into a group, cutting down any that thought they could escape. They had their way with the woman and tortured the men, they would place a Spear before each in turn, stating that their only way of living was to take up the weapon and defend themselves before they cut them down where they knelt, none did, it was not their way. Dawn was approaching as he was pulled from the dwindling pack, he remained silent as they forced him to his knees before the spear, blood caking into the wooden aft from those before. Again the Treekillers stated their challenge, laughing their hideous laughter. He could feel the sun's morning rays touch his cheek through the canopy of the clearing, he could only smile. His lips began to move, a Treekiller who noticed stepped forward, lifting his chin and face into the ray of light and demanded him to speak louder...
"One Year and a Day, my Toh has been Honored, yet I will not be gaining any more today..."
The blood of the Treekillers stained the morning's glow as he stuck them down quickly. As the last fell he turned back to those that remained, the woman bent over her man, his lifeblood flowing slowly as he moved no more. He turned away without a word to them or a word from them. It was to be a long walk back to the clans...
Background: Aiel
Skills: Spear :: 3, Bow :: 1, Weilderness Lore :: 1, Stealth :: 4, Spotting :: 1
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Topic: The Wheel of Time (Closed) (Read 14048 times)