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Age:150
Nationality: Andor/Shienar
Height:6"0
Weight:260
Hair color/length: shoulder length, black
Eye color: Hazel
personality:Very dutiful, respectful, honest. Dominating personality. Chivalrious. Also has a Violent streak, and a nasty temper. Also at times a warped sense of justice.
Overall strength in the One Power: Impeccably strong
Strength per element: FIRE: Unimaginably strong EARTH: Relatively Powerful SPIRIT: Weak WIND: Below average WATER: Pathetically weak
Talents: Balefire, Blade of Fire, Spinning earthfire.
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Zekieal sat in the ornate office of the M'hael, rubbing his temples furiously. The day had been.... arduous, filled with tedious paperwork, and countless other menial tasks. Sighing heavily, Zekieal leaned back into the elaborately designed throne specifically made for his comfort. There was certain perks to being the M'hael, other then the respect of the towers. Closing his eyes, Zekieal smiled weakly. Despite the rewards for being so powerful, he longed for the days long past, of his youth, when the M'hael was a distant and magical figure of power. If only he could go back to the beginning and warn himself of trials and tribulations to come. With his eyes closed, Zekieal began to conjure memories of his life.
Zekieal was born and raised in Shienar, although by blood he was Andoran. A compassionate and stalwart boy, Zekieal was always going out of his way to do the right thing. It was this attitude that inevitably led him to wander abroad, in search of ways to aide those in need. Although his hatred of the dark was fierce, the battle to destroy evil needed to be fought on a different ground, not just in the hated blight. So, like many young men, he left home, with enough gold to for a few nights in an inn, and whatever else he could carry. But unlike other boys, Zekieal was stepping into a world that none of the boys at his Home would ever compare their adventures with.
To make his living, Zekieal moved from town to town, using the skills his father taught him in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat, helping people when he could. Sometimes, he would visit the farmsteads and smaller communities, where he used his strength and endurance to do jobs that required an extra hand. sometimes chopping lumber, other times removing tree stumps. More often then not though, he was in the major towns, helping the town guard fight back the occasional border incursion from the Blight. But he wanted something more... He did enjoy the gratitude from the people he had helped, but he felt like something was amiss...he felt his skills could take him elsewhere, and he wished fervently for an opportunity. Although his wish was granted, it was at first, more then he bargained for.
It was his twenty fifth year of life, and Zekieal was enlisted into the Cairhenien army. A clan of Aiel, whom had at one time attacked Cairhenien, were again taking up their spears to pillage the wetlanders. The Shaido Clan they were called, and they were outcasts from Aiel Society, considered to be dishonorable dogs. They had raided Cairhein two hundred years earlier, and never lost their animosity towards the small folk. It was here, Zekieal met Sapphira Calren.
Sapphira was the daughter to one of the Veteran soldiers, and was treated like a sister and a daughter by her father's Unit. Save for Zekieal. Zekieal had become far more reserved since he began his venture out into the world, the young boy no longer a boy, but a man. A man that had faced one too many Trollocs, and had watched one too many innocents die. He kept to himself usually, answering questions with one syllable words, and bluntly ending conversations in a similar fashion. Despite this, he was respected by the soldiers in the unit. He was taller then all the other soldiers, and his weapon and armor were foreign to the soldiers. On top of his odd garments, he was the youngest of the soldiers. But they respected him and liked him nonetheless.
Sapphira on the other hand, was an outgoing individual, with a charming personality, and was near Zekieal's age. Putting that combination together, and adding Zekieal's handsome, if somber face, it was small wonder Sapphira was often times found near Zekieal. At first, he was shy, and he didn't know how to speak with the pretty Cairhein girl. He was deathly shy of the attention, and it took him a long time for him to put aside his bashful demeanor and befriend Sapphira. But when he did surpass his bashfulness, they became close friends. But at the end of the Shaido Assault they went their separate ways. Zekieal left shortly after his last payment, leaving with only a
quick word of parting to Sapphira, who offered him residence with her father and herself But Zekieal claimed to have had other things to attend to. Zekieal's alibi was that he desired to hunt any of the Shaido possibly roaming the lands that had been separated from the Clan, but in actuality it was the discovery of his ability to channel.
Once while Zekieal and his unit were in battle they came under a particularly vicious assault, outnumbered at least three to one. Zekieal and his comrades were flanked, and attacked brutally on both sides. Zekieal, fearing for the life of his comrades and himself, fought viciously. When Zekieal had come to fight for Cairhein, His sword skills were considerable, and in the two years he had dedicated his service to the Sun Throne, he had improved greatly. His sword skills were superb, surpassing that of most veteran soldiers, but that just wasn't enough for this seemingly hopeless battle. Zekieal slashed and cut and stabbed Aiel left and right, but he knew it to be a lost cause, and anger surged forth. Raw, untamed anger, both alluring and appalling. It was euphoric surge of emotion, of strength, and pure power. It was ironic, how this swelling of emotions made him feel so...alive...when his death was on nigh. He harnessed this surge of emotion, drawing on it, and he felt...stronger... he could feel the aiel's short spear thrusting at him. He countered the blow, knocking the spear out of the Aiel's hand, and with a feral grin, readied his sword for the killing blow. Thrusting his blade into the Aiel with all his might, Zekieal let out a scream of defiance, which changed into a bark of surprise. As the tip of his blade plunged into the stomach of the Aiel, flames belched from the mans body, and in a blink of an eye, he was engulfed in White hot flames. There was an afterimage in his eyes, and it wasn't from the flames. It was something...different...something...strange. It looked like...cables of some sort, something ethereal and unseen, but at the same time solid and real. But he had no time to look at this enigma. He drew more on this tidal wave of emotion, and struck another Aiel. This time, The Aiel exploded into flames, and the ground around the Aiel ignited in flames. Aiel that had been slowly closing in on him suddenly became far more cautious, some moving to slay other men.. The Aiel were...frightened of him? Zekieal could understand this, considering what had just taken place. But that did not matter, he would use this miracle to his advantage. As far as he was concerned, it did not matter if this was a sudden gift from the creator, or a curse from the Dark One, it was helping him kill aiel, so he would use it.
He drew more and more on this feeling of rage, and in his mind, imagined the strange afterimage he saw, the ethereal cable. Somehow he knew that it was linked to the fires...but he was still unsure as to how...or even where it came from. He imagined it weaving amongst the crowd of Aiel, and torching them. When he opened his eyes, he fell flat on his back from shock. The residue in his mind had shifted as he had desired. But more shocking, was how the Residue...pulsed, as if it were alive. Shaking his head clear of the initial shock, he concentrated on the Aiel being engulfed in flames. The red...thing...pulsed again, one sudden, vicious flash of light, and ignited the Aiel all around him. His efforts were rewarded with a scream of pain and horror from the Aiel, and the sudden call of victory between his men. When they returned to camp, Rumors spread amongst the entire army that an Asha'man was amongst them, aiding them. But Zekieal knew the truth, and it horrified him. He was a male channeler. He was able to use the one power, to wield it and destroy those that opposed him. He was touching something that at one time held the filth of the Dark One. But unlike most Wilders, the term that was used to label channelers without training from the tower, he wouldn't try to resist the temptation of Saidin. He would use it in his personal war against the Remaining Shaido. So, when the war ended, he set out, to wage it on a different level.
When he left, he slowly began to work out how to use the powers he controlled. He understood very little of the power and its contents, other then the fact there were five elements, and each had a unique use, and they could be mixed together for certain effects. His test subjects of course, were the remaining Aiel.
Zekieal used Fire the most, and found that if he was not careful, he could devastate entire forests with his power in fire. Of the five elements, only four he could identify as earth, water, wind, and fire, but the last, was a neutral thing...It was a curious and profound thing. He could use it with average skill at best, but he found no use for it, other then poking and prodding his surroundings. Water and Air, he could barely use, Air more so then water. As far as Earth and Fire, though...Zekieal could channel Earth with great power, but even that was dwarfed by his abilities in fire. He could ignite things thought impossible to burn, Burn things so hot that they left no ashes, and that was trivial to him. But a valuable lesson he had not learned, was to balance his channeling and Physical exertion, and it almost cost him his life.
On one of his crusades against the Aiel, Zekieal had found that channeling, like other skills, drained the body of its energy. It was a routine Aiel slaughter, at least Zekieal thought.
Seizing the power of males, Saidin, He channeled a weave of Air and Fire, a weave that acted similar to an invisible white-hot iron poker. The air wrapped around the fire weave, and solidified, becoming an invisible, flaming spear, that would cauterize the wounds instantly. Used to his purpose, it was a superb tool for killing. Quick, precise stabs to the neck and chest area, and the Aiel were down and out. His primitive channeling was efficient enough, he supposed, to slay the likes of the Aiel. But at this particular sweep, he had found himself too weak to kill the full dozen Aiel.
He took down a total of eight, before He could channel no longer, falling to his knees in fatigue. Death was again on nigh, but this time, there was no miracle, no life saving discovery. He was too weak to channel, and too weak to swing his blade to fend off their spears. As they closed in on him, he felt time slow, and he watched the black veiled men approach, spears ready to thrust, and he threw his head back and laughed. A defiant, and somewhat maniacal chuckle. His eyes closed, he waited for his impending doom, waiting for the sudden, painful piercing of metal through flesh.
Zekieal heard the sound of flesh being pierce, and the sound of gushing blood, but felt nothing. He sat on the ground, eyes closed. That was, of course, until he felt a peculiar tingle on the back of his neck. So strange, but so familiar, that his eyes shot open, and he was amazed at the sight presented to him. Another Aiel had entered the fray, only it was obvious his agenda conflicted with his "comrades" One Aiel lay dead, his own spear ran deep into his throat. Almost as soon as Zekieal turned his head to look at the condition of his savior, a sharp cracking noise rent the air, and another Aiel fell, his sternum obviously broken from the odd dip in his chest. His death would be a painful one, Zekieal thought with sick satisfaction as he watched the man writhe, and struggle in death. Looking at his Savior, Zekieal's eyebrows almost shot off his head. Surrounding the man's fists were small, weaves of earth and air, that looked like they had been tied up around his hands like gloves. Each time he hit one of the Aiel, the blow left devastating effects. The Channeling Aiel punch one of the two remaining adversaries across the face, and the blow broke his neck with the power behind it. The remaining Aiel lunged for the now vulnerable Savior, and Zekieal thought for a moment, that his rescuer would be killed, and his efforts in vain. The spear looked as if it would hit true, and suddenly everything happened all at once.
Zekieal's savior turned on heal, dodging the blow, and in the same movement, kicked the man across the side with a Saidin-Hardened shin, a similar weave wrapped around his shin as to the one around his fist. The man's hip audibly cracked, and the man dropped his spear in agony, and the man opened his mouth to scream, But couldn't, as Zekieal's guardian's hand crashed into the man's throat, and silenced him forever. The victorious Aiel man hefted Zekieal over his shoulder, and walked away placidly.
Zekieal was taken to the man's little camp, and it was here that Zekieal learned of the Aiel. His name was Galek, and He was of the Brotherless. After the last of the Shaido were drove from the lands during the Car'a'Carn's Time, the Brotherless remained the brotherless, traveling only with their own kind. Galek was one such, but had left his traveling group, because of his ability to channel.
Zekieal spent a long time with his Aiel friend. They agreed that they would travel together, working as a team to defend one another, and to make their way to Tar Valon.
Their travels lacked any real danger, save for a few fools ignorant to attack a man traveling with an Aiel. When they arrived, they quickly chose separate paths. Galek chose the Aman Val as his path, and Zekieal....
Zekieal was undecided, till fate brought Sapphira Calren and him together again. They quickly picked up their friendship where it left off.
Zekieal and Sapphira didn't blossom as a team until they hit Their accepted and dedicated levels in the tower. It was then that they had shown the qualities of an excellent team, with the variety of pranks and independent studies they pulled off. The best known to date that they were responsible for, had been their first lessons they taught as accepted and dedicated. They had decided to teach the classes over the same subject; The history of the Aiel. The two set it up in such a way, that All their facts were true and proven, but at the same time contradicting of each other. One of them taught them of the History of the Aiel prior the Dragon reborn, and the other, after the Dragon. Neither made any reference to the dragon, or any reference that the two were teaching different time periods of the Aiel, But Both classes of novices and soldiers left with skewed histories of the Aiel. Now, to make sure that the students were thoroughly confused, the two goaded their students into arguing with one another, persuading them to test each other's knowledge, to see who knew more. It worked, and the argument and confusion that ensued, occasionally leading to violence from the more stubborn of novices and soldiers, was long lasting.
It was also during this time, that the two mate their decision to join the Red Shen. Of course, it wasn't without persuasion from the Red Shen itself. The two had made a reputation as an inseparable pair, balancing each other out with almost perfect harmony. With a little background check, the red's confirmed that both had the stuff to make good Members to the Shen. So, they began to persuade the two into joining their cause.
Red members began to approach the two, under the excuse that they were impressed with their talents and dedication to the tower. It didn't take much to sway the two, who were already intending to join the Red Shen anyhow.
After several years of being dedicated and Accepted, the two were raised to Aes Sedai and Asha'man, only their test was taken in the secrecy of the red shen halls. Only the Amyrlin and M'hael were present to watch their raising, along with the Red Shen members.
Afterwards, their time in the red shen was spent in secrecy, doing missions to smite the dark one and it's diabolical scheming. After almost half a century later, the two were raised to The Rei and Head of the Red Shen. This was an achievement that they had thought would be their greatest...until they were summoned to the sitter's hall, and raised to M'hael and Amyrlin. In this position, Zekieal and Sapphira worked to pull the towers even closer, and to fuse the lands under their protection.
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