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Name: Xaron Rakehart
Age: 21
Nationality: Andoran
Height: 1.76m / 5' 8"
Weight: 70kg / 154lb
Hair: Straight, short and black
Eye color: bluish green
Weapon of choice: Long sword
Strengths:
-quick learner
-good rider
-has above average sword skill
Weaknesses:
-stubborn
-has never faced real danger or tragedy
-poor endurance
Personality:
Xaron is really closed person. He feels uneasy with people he isn't familiar with. He has manners of a nobleman but he doesn't look down upon others, but neither does he feel the need to fawn upon anyone. He rarely laughs, but he is a warm person in the inside.
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History:
Xaron was riding on the road that winded past the Dragonmount. Sun glimmered from his armor as he halted his mount as Tar Valon appeared to his sight. Xaron dismounted and patted his stallions neck while looking towards his destination. "Mmm... yes Moonglow soon we'll get the rest we both deserve." The trip had been long that day and it would be good for them both to catch a breath for a while, besides the heavy armor he was wearing was not the most comfortable suit to ride with. Xaron walked a little aside from the road. He knew that Moonglow would wait for him to return...
He had born into one of the minor Houses in Andor. His parents were so often away that they needed to hire tutors to look after Xaron and to help him in growing into a proper noble. Other children refused to play with Xaron because he had always one of his family's bodyguards around when he was outside their mansion. Xaron had spent many years at home with his mentors, mostly reading books and daydreaming of the adventures he had read. It was his fifteenth birthday as Xaron finally got own horse from his parents. Horse gave him freedom to see the world outside his city. Xaron had always been good with animals but still Xarons riding master was surprised by the speed the horse adapted into Xarons riding. They made travels into other towns nearby and the pair seemed to suit each other perfectly. Xaron had strongly attached to the stallion, still he couldn't have made up any decent name for him. One night as Xaron was riding, he looked up to the moon and smiled... the name had been there all the time.
Xaron drew his sword slowly and gracefully from its ornate sheath, a move which he had practiced a lot. His sword gleamed in the sun like the smile on his face as he started a warm up routine. Beginning with really slow moves he tried to keep his balance the best he could. He slowly fell deep into the dance that intensified as he began to improvise strikes into it. His dance wasn't flawless but it grew more accurate over time. In his mind Xaron repeated the practices Manver had made for him..
As Xaron spent more and more time riding, his parents got anxious about their child's safety. They managed to hire Manver, one of the Caemlyns swordmasters to teach Xaron how to defend himself. Manver was known for his extremely flashy but still effective style with sword. His style alone had won many fights before they had ended, his opponents were stunned by his moves and had given up. Xaron was enthusiastic to learn how to fight and so he spent long evenings practicing with Manver. Just as Xaron got trough the basics of sword fighting, Manver received a message that hardened his face. He informed Xarons family that something terrible had happened and it required him to act immediately. Before taking a leave, feeling pity as he saw Xarons potential in sword fighting wasted in this peaceful place, he encouraged Xaron to travel into Tar Valon and find his old companion called Rakiel. Xaron felt sad as Manver left after directing him into an inn called The Upriver Run, he didn't have many friends and Manver had almost been one.
Sun was about to set as Xaron rode into the city of Tar Valon. He wondered at the amazing craftsmanship had been used to build the city. The lacy bridges looked like they could collapse any time soon, but still his mount was calm when crossing the river. The pictures he had seen of this city were not even close to its beauty.
Xaron had to fight with his parents for many weeks before they understood that he was old enough to go without constant care. He first wandered around randomly. But eventually curiosity took over, and he decided to head to Tar Valon.
Xaron found his way trough the crowded streets and came upon the Upriver Run. Rakiel was there, sipping on his drink and staring at the other patrons suspiciously. As Xaron told that he was sent by Manver the mans eyes lighted up. They
went outside the inn. Rakiel lead the way trough dark streets and alleys and after a while they arrived at an old storehouse. Inside Rakiel drew his sword and smiled "Lets see how far you've got with that pocketknife of yours!" Rakiel kept testing Xaron, and more they fought the wider Rakiel smile became. When they ended Rakiel looked satisfied. "You've got a talent..." Then he mumbled himself, "finally I've got something better to send them." "Tell me boy, have you ever considered to become gaidin?"
Xaron was startled first, but soon Rekial had convinced him. He would get the best training in fencing there is and he would find the adventures he had always dreamt about.
At the gates of the Towers Xaron felt the most nervous he had ever felt. He presented his cause to the guards and handed over a recommendation from Rekial. I hope my hands aren't shaking that much, he thought as the captain of the guard gave him doubtful look.
Once inside the walls Xaron couldn't help staring at the mighty towers standing next to each other. He felt himself clumsy and bulky compared to the gaidin that moved like hunting cheetah. It couldn't make his goal any simpler... one day he will be a gaidin.
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