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[Gianaryn]

No prob, consider her age bumped   Thanks!

[Mr_Popo]

Name: Cliff Karfain

Age: 19

Birth place: Aldeshar

Hair: short, light brown, messy

Face: better than average looking, with blue eyes

Body: tanned athletic body

Hieght: 5’ 7”

Talents: Shows a lot of promise with a sword for someone of his age, street smart

Weapon score:? 7 or 8 maybe?

History: Cliff is the third and youngest  son of a fairly well off merchant whom deals in all manner of interesting things that he thinks that will fetch a good price on the market and travels all over the known world searching for such valuables. Cliff learnt sword work from an early age by a captain of mercenaries that had travelled along with his father for a few years  while looking to sell an item of great value that he had acquired. After the mercenary captain left cliff continued to practice his sword work with his second eldest brother until he could beat him and the rest of the males his family with little effort at the age of just 15. Cliff then strove to better his swordsman ship and left his family with a group of mercenaries just after his 16th birthday.

Living the life of a mercenary gave Cliff a better understanding of the world that he lived in and also gave him a chance to further his skill as a swordsman. Cliff became fairly accustomed to the way of being a mercenary and his band became like a new family to him. A few weeks before Cliffs 19th birthday the caravan that he and his band were guarding on the way to Tar Valon was hit by a group of bandits three times the size of their small force. Everyone was slaughtered except for Cliff whom was somehow knocked out during the battle and thought dead by the bandits.

Now Cliff travels along the intended road by the caravan headed for Tar Valon a place that he has only ever heard  off in stories told by other merchants and mercenaries a place where he hopes to start his life a fresh.

[EinarrGhylthir]

Name: Einarr Ghylthir
Age: 23
Birthplace: Manetheran
Height: 6' 0"
weight: 215
Eye Color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Body type: Muscular arms and a thick body, his skin shows the wear of many days spent on the practice field or on the battle field. His tan is darker than normal making his skin look almost baked like a farmers with lines where his archers helm and light armor covered. He is usually seen in a Green Tabard a longbow slung onto his back and a quiver of arrows at his hip with a short sword opposite.
Talents or skills: Archery, minor skill with short sword or basic spear from army training
Weapon Rating: (leaving blank until one is assigned))
one power rating: (none to date)


Background: Born to a peasant family Einarr decided to leave his parents Gwendolyn and Erol Ghylthir for a life in the army of Manetheren, he was put into the archer corp and trained with the longbow. At the age of 16 he enlisted and spent 3 months in training before recieving a test by fire in his first battle against the Shadowspawn he has not allowed his bow to rest idle since. As the forces of Manetheren are being routed 7 years later he is seperated from the rest of the army and making his way back to Manetheren with the help of a mercenarie force that had survived the battle and picked him up as a stray. The mercenary force is bound for the Borderlands and Einarr considers signing on with them once he gets back to Manetheren and is released.

Personality: he is a utilitarian, only carrying what he needs and frowning at any unwanted expenses. His life in the army has left him a grizzled veteran as likely to take gold as fight for loyalty to an idea or a flag. His main concern is the care of his armor and his bow, the short sword receiving less care and far less practice. He takes great pride in his skill with the bow the way some men take pride in a fine horse or a beautiful wife which can make some think him strange.

((work in progress))

[Todd]

Wow, totally slacking on this forum. Not bad bios. Feel free to start posting on the RP forums.

[Arani Lepenque Aes Sedai]

Name: Estean Aravell
Age: 153
Nationality: Saldaean
Gender: Female

Allegiance: Herself, The Light
Occupation: Weaving/Needlework
One Power Rating: Level 12
Weapon Score: 1

Appearance
Estean is tall, lean and wiry. She did not stop growing at 15, but at 20, and thus she towers over most people, even her countrymen, who are mostly tall themselves. She is a rarity for height, but she is shorter than majority of the Aielmen of the Waste (she met some during the Aiel War)

Her hair is the wavy black of the night that frames a pale oval face that shines in the moonlight at nightime. Her eyes are liquid brown and thus gives her a look of pure innocence, and her face has the distinctive Saldaean nose, and has slightly tilted eyes.

She only looks as though she was 25 years old. Nobody would be able to tell that she was any older than that, save for the fact that she seems to carry an aura of age, wisdom, and occasionally, when she feels the need arises, authority, that belies her look, and supports the fact that she is over 150 years of age.

Personality
Estean Aravell has a very strong will that survived her original test for Acceptance into the old White Tower in Tar Valon. But she sometimes brings it to far, causing people to get angry with her. However, due to increased pressure on her, and because she was held up to extremely high expectations, she finally broke down during her test for the shawl, unable to cope anymore. She thus failed the test.

Thus, she was sent very often to the Mistress of Novices. And, instead of being punished, it became a battle of wills. Estean refusing to bend to the Mistress of Novices when she thought she was in the right, and the Mistress of Novices in turn, tried desperately to discipline her in the ways of novices and accepted. Until at last, Estean grudgingly gave way.

Estean was always eager to be of use, motherly and affectionate for the Novices when she was an Accepted, and for the common people later on. However, when she confronted Darkfriends, her warm heart turns to ice and steel, she is merciless, having had to endure the mental torture of knowing her husband was a Dreadlord, and that he killed all her descendants save for 3 grandchildren, who, by chance, all turned out to be channelers.

After that episode, she sometimes is slightly mentally unbalanced.

History
Estean Aravell was born a minor house in Saldaea. She had two older siblings, a brother and a sister. During her 17th year, she was found by an Aes Sedai to have the ability to channel, and was sent to the White Tower, her family's blessing on her.  Estean rose fast among the Novices of the White Tower, taking only 5 years to complete her novitiate. She passed through her Arches succesfully, and was raised to the level of Accepted, given the Serpent Ring in the process.

During her years as an Accepted, she became good friends with an Aes Sedai named Ashara Dunevon. Though Estean had a greater potential than many, she did not look down on the people, but instead helped where she could have pitied, and sympathized where other people scorned.

But she failed her test for Aes Sedai. At one fatal moment, her composure slipped, and when she came out of the Ter'Angreal, it was to be confronted by a set of very disappointed faces. She was put out of the Tower, and refused to return home, instead, she resided in Kandor, in a small village, where later Aes Sedai labelled her as wilder, not knowing her true name or that she once was an Accepted.

She had learnt the basic art of herbs when she was put out, and thus she was apprenticed to the village Wise Woman, Ginarea, an old, kind, motherly figure that she tried to model after, with considerable success. And thus, after Ginarea died, she became the village Wise Woman, respectable and well liked throughout the village. They knew she could channel, but also that she would not use it against them unless they tried to harm her, so there was mutual respect both ways. Sometimes, when an injury was beyond the power of herbs, she would use the healing weaves she had learnt as an Accepted.

But her village was slaughtered by a trolloc raid that had escaped notice from the border cities. She escaped, but returned by night the next day, taking advantage of the multiple cookfires to flare up the whole area and incinerate to whole trolloc raid. Then, she turned south into Andor, grieving silently for the village she had loved, for the village that had loved her.

There, she met Namell Yoshan, an engaging, symphatetic young man who enchanted her in a tavern where he worked in, where she sat drinking some wine, remembering her old days. It was an accident really. She had accidentally knocked his tray over, spilling the contents. She had apologised repeatedly, and he had told her that it was his fault, not hers.

Later, they had sat together at a small table in a corner, and he had asked her about her past life.She told him everything. He listened, and sympathized with the misfortunes in her life, and cheered her up with the bright side of her life, telling her that at least she was alive and well.

That was the first meeting. They started going out together soon enough, and she was enchanted by his manner. He could talk well, able to attract many with the tales he wove for people to listen. Then, by the end of the year, they married, and they bought a small house in the city of Caemlyn.

They gave birth to several children, and later grandchildren. But then she found out that Namell was a dreadlord. She remembered little of how she found out, but she did, as she had witnessed him channelling conciously and actively once, when she came into the house unwatched. She observed him closely after that, and hid herself once with the power to find out where he was going. She found out that Namell was a darkfriend, and a dreadlord to boot. She was consumed with anger, but little did she know that Namell had felt her channel nearby, and was prepared.

Namell confronted her later at home, and killed her children and several of her grandchildren in a bid to escape, attracting the attention of many. But Estean, with the help of a passing Aes Sedai, defeated and killed him.

Then Estean retreated into the countryside, while her 3 remaining granddaughters, Visemi, Nenreo and Neres, tested true and went off to the White Tower to become Aes Sedai.

[Todd]

Arani, you have a nice but the RP is set in the 10 Nations time period. There is no Aiel War and no Saldea.

[rhodric]

So is Trolloc Wars RP active? Can I make a bio?  What's the business with the One Power and Weapons Scores? I haven't run across whatever point system you guys seem to be using....

[Trelise Sedai]

You're most welcome to go right ahead and create a bio. The OP and WS are assigned by an admin-type person... it used to be me, but I think I lost that privilege.

[lysarraavari]

Hi There One and All (Especially Trelise),

You may not recall me, but I'm Alex and Alessandra's twin brother (she used to have several characters on the WoT board: her main one being Lysarra Avari sedai (Blue Ajah sister with a club-foot). Anyway, my dear twin has passed on her characters to me and I'd like to revive writing since it has been a while.

I hope you will allow me to re-submit Lysarra's stats (as was originally aproved by the Amyrlin Seat Trelise).

For thoes who may not remember, and for the new comers, I am reposting Lysarra's stats and original first post along with my request to continue posting with her.

I hope to have your approval soon.

Yours in the Light,
Alex.

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Name: Lysarra Avari (lee-SAH-rah ah-VAH-ree)
Origin: Fal Targas (a fort-town) close to Barasine in Jaramide

One Power Rating: 9
Weapon Skill Rating: 4 (Walking-Stick / Half-Staff)

Affinities: Air, Fire and Spirit. Lysarra is especially strong with Air, potentially the most talented with the element in the Tower. Already her understanding and skill with Air exceeds that of most Sisters. She also has some strength in Spirit and Fire, though there are a number of others who exceed her skills in those elements. These strengths come at a price: Lysarra is only mediocre at handling flows of pure Water and can barely manipulate flows of Earth.  
Talents: Cloud Dancing, Elementalism, Warding

Appearance: Petite and slim at 5’2”, Lysarra has the fair-skin of the Northern nations that serves to emphasize her pale gray almond-shaped eyes. She has straight blonde hair the color of corn-silk that spills down to end at the small of her back. While in the Tower, Lysarra wears her hair pulled back from her face in a single tight thick braid giving her a sever appearance at times. Her most prominent feature is a twisted club foot (right) that restricts her mobility to a certain degree. While she can stand and walk without any aid, she has an awkward gait and is hampered unless she has the use of a walking stick. As a result, she has learned to walk with her walking stick so as to give an appearance of gliding in short surges rather than a continuous motion.

Tower Training: Joined the Tower at 18 and spent 5 years as Novice before being raised to Accepted at the age of 23. She would have been raised earlier if it had not been for her block which prevented her from channeling unless she was overtaken by fear. Currently at 27 years of age, Lysarra is in her 4th year as an Accepted and rumor has it that she will be called to test for the shawl soon.

History: The weak and the crippled seldom survive long in the harsh conditions of the nations on the border of the Blight. Though crippled from birth with a twisted right foot, Lysarra Avari is anything but weak. Lysarra’s father, Jonheim Avari, was Jaramidian Cavalry-Sergeant serving in the keep of Fal Targas. After having borne her older brother, Alfar, and herself, Lysarra’s mother, Gizelle, died giving birth to her two younger twin brothers when she was only 8. With survival at the forefront of concern for all in the fort, Lysarra assisted in the stables while bringing up her brothers with the aid of the other serving women of the keep.

   Even with her handicap Lysarra attracted the attention of Lady Kyra el’Moran Khatami with her shy demeanor and her delicate beauty. Between her chores and looking after her brothers, Lysarra learned to ride from her father and was later made a serving girl to Lady Kyra and the other ladies of the keep. Out of gratitude for a service rendered to her husband in the past, Lord Ashlan Khatami, Lady Kyra began teaching the self-conscious girl the arts expected of young noblewomen. Under Kyra’s tutelage, Lysarra studied the literature and history of the northern kingdoms; she learned to recite poetry and play the lap harp. As her skills flourished, Lysarra began spending more time as Kyra’s ‘Lady-in-Waiting’, serving and entertaining her mistress and the other ladies of the keep.

   When Lysarra was 16 her innate ability to channel manifested itself during a trip to Barsine with her twin brothers where she was to deliver letters to Lady Kyra’s sister. Sent to accompany the Avari siblings was Antonin Abram, the bastard son of Lord Khatami by a former kitchen maid at the keep, who was raised with the help of Lysarra’s parents after his mother disappeared from the keep soon after his birth. While walking along one busy street, a group of thugs pulled twins, Yaric and Maric, into an alley while Lysarra and Antonin were occupied paying for recently purchased merchandise. Though taken by surprise, both gave chase and followed the armed men into a deserted back alley. When they had entered the shadows of the alley, three more appeared from behind to block of their escape, one grabbing a hold of Lysarra in the process. Though he could have defeated the three, armed thugs that faced him, two of them held the twins at knife point demanding that Antonin drop his weapons. After he had complied with their demands, the bandits set upon him, swinging wildly with their weapons. In their haste to destroy the soldier before them, the thugs holding Lysarra and the twins threw them roughly to the side, intent on aiding their companions. Seeing that her beloved friend and guardian about to be cut down, the cold fear she had within her welled up and Lysarra screamed. And the Air answered, racing towards the thugs in a mighty tempest that threw three of their number against the wall, their bones snapping like twigs. Taking advantage of the confusion, Antonin quickly dispatched the other three bandits.

   Upon returning to the Keep, Lady Kyra questioned Lysarra after the incident had been reported to her by Antonin. The details were kept from all, even Lysarra’s own father, and when Lysarra fell ill with a burning fever a few days after the incident, Lady Kyra sad that it was a result of Lysarra’s traumatic experience. No word of the incident was ever repeated again, and had all but been forgotten until another two years had passed and another incident changed Lysarra’s life forever.
 

   

[Todd]

That's cool Alex.

Trelise, you can still be an admin. As long as you keep answering questions.

[lysarraavari]

Thanks Todd,

I'll re-post some of the previous submissions to give everyone a feel for Lysarra's character before proceeding with fresh material.

Cheers,
Alex.

[Trelise Sedai]

I'm totally still answering questions. The bio looks fab. :-)

[lysarraavari]

Three (Re)Posts are already up on the TW RPG Webpage for your reading pleasure.

[Aldaer]

Name: Aylinn Natal (EYE – lean Nut – UL)

Age: 34

Origin: A village in Essenia

One Power Rating: 10

Weapon Skill Rating: 0

Affinities: Water and Spirit. Aylinn is particularly skilled at weaving them both together in various manners. Her skill with the other Powers is minimal. She is weakest with Fire and has the greatest of trouble weaving Fire and Water together, even along with the other Powers. 

Talents: None yet manifested

Appearance: Aylinn stands at 5’ exact, short for one hailing from the South. Her skin is lightly tanned, making her bright blue eyes stand out sharply. Curled black hair swells out from her head, hanging out to the middle of her back. Her lips are full and lend expressiveness to her face. She wears coloured glass bracelets from home on her right hand and a solid, gold chain – unadorned – around her neck.

Tower Training: Aylinn joined the Tower at 17, after a long and arduous journey to Tar Valon on a merchant’s cart. She spent 17 years as a Novice, having refused the Arches once in that time. She has been an Accepted for five months only and is slowly getting used to the new routines and to working towards the ultimate goal of becoming Aes Sedai.

History:  A quiet, shy child of an innkeeper and his wife, Aylinn never had much ambition. Running errands for her parents, playing with her friends in the fields and the woods about the village and learning her letters and numbers comfortably occupied her childhood. She held a deep curiosity about the world, of how things worked and why. While inquisitive and bright queries that stumped her parents and peers were the norm for her late childhood, as she grew older, her elders grew impatient with this trait of hers. Milking cows and scrubbing pots, learning to cook and to sew were what took up her time now. The backbreaking work did not, however, dull her mind and it was often that the stew she was cooking got burnt while she stared intently at some patch on the wall.

As she grew, Aylinn flowered. While she had never taken much interest in her looks, young men her age – and older – did. She found herself the focus of attention that was unexpected, but not entirely unwanted. She was, however, entirely lacking in the finer arts of social interaction and most of her encounters left her confused and displeased with herself.

It was at this time that something unusual happened. An Aes Sedai, of the Red Ajah, passed through their prosperous village. The villagers were awed, and wary. Aes Sedai were respected in Essenia, but the Red Ajah never boded well. The men mostly avoided her, fearing the reputation of the Red, fearing that some latent ability lay in them to channel. Women worshipped her, a heroine from olden times who saved the World from the mad men who had begun the Breaking. Aylinn watched all of it, fascinated by everything – from the Aes Sedai’s ring to her ageless face, to the displays of the One Power she occasionally indulged in. This woman, this Aes Sedai, was so utterly removed from the world Aylinn and all her folk inhabited that it was intoxicating for the girl to see her.

The Aes Sedai left, but what she had left behind did not fade away. A fire burned, where it had merely flickered dimly before. Aylinn dreamed of wielding the Power, of touching the world in ways she’d never imagined, of learning of how things worked in manners she was incapable of comprehending. She fantasized about traveling the lands, relinquished from all responsibilities of her petty village life. Her desires, repressed by the responsibilities and requirements of burgeoning adulthood, surged. She wished to be Aes Sedai.

After she reached 16, Aylinn spoke to her parents. To her consternation, they reacted to the idea with shock and anger. For the first time in her life, her father shouted at her. Aylinn was crushed. A cold despair gnawed at her heart as she tried to go about her life. Her dreams lay scattered, but were still insistent. But she had not the courage to do what she wanted to do. Then talk reached her ears. Her parents wished to marry her off. A son of a rich merchant from a nearby town, who was a regular visitor at the inn, had taken a fancy to her.

What might have had excited her a few years ago, now made her tremble in fright. She dithered still, unable to go through with what she felt she must. The merchant’s son came to see her, took her to visit the town, charming, affable and unbearably ignorant and shallow. She stiffened her spine, hardened her mind. Then, one fateful night, with her heart breaking, her mind numb from terror, she took refuge with a merchant’s train, and started on a journey - to Tar Valon and the White Tower.


(I hope this is fine. I wasn't sure about the OP and WS scores, though. I will change whatever it is that needs it.)

[Trelise Sedai]

That's a really fantastic biography! It is definitely a solid base for your character. I am very much looking forward to seeing what you come up with in the RP. :-)