Nevin Lashareth

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==Description==
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’2
Weight: 154
Age: 16
Place of Origin: Tear/Cairhien
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 3
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Nevin is short, even below the average Cairhienin, he has broad shoulders 
for his size and he’s got relatively good looks if you look past the size 
and the constant frown that seems to be a part of him now. He has grey eyes 
and straight black hair almost to his shoulders.
Nevin’s family on the mother’s side used to be a minor noble family in 
Cairhien until his mother’s father took on more than he could handle in the 
game of houses. He had to take on loans from other families in order to 
survive, this was not enough however and soon after, he found himself 
shipping his family to Tear as a decoy while he himself stole away on a 
horse. The rest of the family was mostly left alone except to be stripped of 
land and titles. In Tear the remains of the family got a new start as 
servants mostly. Nevin’s mother eventually met a Tarisian noble of small 
stature and power, they married and Nevin was the lone result. As a kid 
Nevin didn’t really interact with other kids on a very high level, he spent 
most of his time alone, reading books or just walking around in the forest 
around their estate. His father always watched him with doubt, he himself 
was a tall and powerful man but Nevin had taken his looks from his mother 
and was inescapably shorter than the average kid from Tear, he made up for 
some of his lack of height by the width of his shoulders but only a little. 
His father was a strict man and he wanted something to become of his son, to 
make him into a man. So he assigned one of his armsmen to train the little 
boy in the ways of war, this however didn’t turn out to well because of 
Nevin’s lack of interest for weapons and killing. If anything he drew 
further in on himself. He learned a very sketchy version of the basics of 
fighting with a sword and his father eventually realised that his son 
wouldn’t become a great warrior at this pace; he needed discipline and a 
hard hand to reveal his ‘potential’. When Nevin was sixteen years old his 
father decided against his wife’s pleading that Nevin should be sent to The 
White Tower for warder training. Nevin didn’t oppose his father’s decision 
knowing it wouldn’t help.
 He spent the entire journey to Tar Valon studying different people and 
landscapes as he rode past. He analysed the people he saw and tried to 
imagine their lives and their backgrounds. He realised something on the 
journey though, he didn’t care a whit about his father but he wanted to make 
his mother proud. He would give becoming a warder a chance. So on one of the 
last days of the journey he picked up a little stick which he thought 
suiting and started waving it in what he meant should be swordplay.
Category:WS 3
Category:Trainee
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