Alrok

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==Description==
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Snow White
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 240
Age: 0
Place of Origin: Tar Valon
==Stats==
Rank: Warder
Weaopon Score: 14
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Notice : For the parent thing, he was born from the unofficial union of
Tavern maiden and a Warder and since they didn't want this to be known, they
sent Alrok with somebody they trusted (an old warder without a Sedai) so he
could live without shame like a normal kid. Technicly, Alrok doesn't know
who his real parents are and I'm not sure he ever will. It's like a
life-long quest he would never complete.
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Born on a raining day, in a the most beautiful city in the mainland, by a
couple that shouldn't be...Alrok was forced to live hidden from the eyes of
his true self. He grew thinking that Berul was his real father. Berul was
a true master of arms, he instructed the ways of the sword brilliantly and
made Alrok's hidden potential come about. But it wasn't the only weapon he
was knowledgeable in. Since they lived in the middle of nowhere, he was
forced to handle bigger weapons...such as the axe. Even though he wasn't as
skilled as the sword with it, it felt right in his hand.
The day came that Berul grew old and on his deathbed, revealed Alrok's true
name....one he could not reveal...even to his shadow. Keeping Berul's
gaidin cloak and his sword, he left in the night. As he stepped outside, a
drop of water touched his forehead, on a raining
day...he was reborn.
"The brightest sky may yet give birth to Viloent thunder"
Alrok ?
DM 5.0 breaking
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When he arrived at the tower, he was lost, but he knew that he had done the
right choice. He would find his father and one day, if the creator's luck
could shine on him, he could hug the mother he never had. A few people he
met over there affected him. First there was Tria, a good friend he wished
he could see more often, Tareen, his bond-brother who grew to be one of the
person he cared most for, Drako, who he refered as Eldest (much to his
disliking) and whom he could always trust for a good advice....and then, the
reason he lived everyday (or the reason he would die for everyday would be
more appropriate) Mandi, Aes Sedai of the green ajah, they had met on the
day he was raised to warder and since then followed her like a little puppy.
 He is bound to her by friendship, duty and honor. Some ties are just not
meant to be broken...
Category:WS 14
Category:Warder
Category:Biographies
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