Gerrard Dai'shon

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==Description==
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Hair Color: Short, black spikey hair
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170
Age: 18
Place of Origin: Caemlyn
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 6
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
 The morning sun began to rise as Gerrard walked out of his 
tent near the forest that he had left with Brill yesterday. They had 
been completing the final part of a fellow trainee's wilderness training 
while doing Gerrard's void training. Gerrard assumed the void and let 
his emotions be forced away. He stood next to an old gnarled oak looking 
at the sun rise until he heard Brill coming out of her tent then he 
released the void. As his emotions came back to him he thought of older 
things like his father that had brought him here in hopes that he would 
become something better then his father could have given him. They were 
still clouded but he could but he saw the last days with his father.
 Gerrard was in the forest outside of Caemlyn practicing some 
moves his father had taught with the old wooden katana he had in their 
house. The leaves moved around him as he moved swiftly and surely but he 
was still clumsy with the poor wooden katana as he struck the trees. 
Just as his father had taught him he formed the flame and poured his 
emotions into it but as usual he could still not it all out of his 
system. He struck the trees and tried to form the void for hours until 
his arms gave out again and Gerrard had to stop. He let the wind flow 
into his black hair as he strapped the wooden sword to his back and 
began to walk to town. It was not to long of a walk but quite uneventful 
as he reached the gates. The tower loomed over the city and the gates 
long open for many years. It was a normal site for Gerrard and even the 
guard on duty, Delian he believed, waved at his return and then he 
caught site of his home.
 It was a small and simple white house with the mark of a 
retired warrior on the side but it was Gerrard's home and nothing would 
make it better with his father there. As Gerrard walked in he saw his 
father was waiting for him and he had a long package accost his lap. The 
package was wrapped in a deep red velvet cloth with a brown string to 
hold it shut. Gerrard's father looked at him and said " Son, I have 
thought long and hard. I have little here to give you put this and even 
that may not be enough for you to understand. I am going to bring you to 
the city of Tar Valon to join the warders there. I have already arranged 
this and they will train you in their ways." Gerrard didn't know what to 
say as his father finished and got up and walked over and handed him the 
package that he held. Gerrard had never been with out his father.
 The next day his father left his riding out on the carriage 
heading for Tar Valon with a note to the tower guard captain. The only 
things he had with him was a small sack of gold and silvers, a few sets 
of cloths, training leathers and his package which his father said to 
open when he left. Gerrard now looked at the package and slowly undid 
the brown string. The red velvet slid off the hilt that was hard black 
leather and white bone. Gerrard banished his fealings as he felt the 
tears well up. His father had given him his own katana. It was the only 
thing that his father had from his days as the trainer of Caemlyn and 
Gerrard knew that meant so much to him. Finally after a time Gerrard 
slid the katana out of the velvet and strapped the seethe and sword belt 
on then dismalted the shoulder seethe he had made for his training 
blade. As the carriage rode into Tar Valon Gerrard looked on past the 
white shining buildings with their waves and high bridges and looked 
emotionlessly on his new future at the White Tower.
Category:WS 6
Category:Trainee
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