Taeriln Mahldred

Email: dreaded_massacre@hotmail.com
==Description==
Eye Color: blue-gray
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 152
Age: 17
Place of Origin: Caemlyn
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 2
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
 Taeriln grew up in a small house next to his father's armory, he was the 
 second child in his family, having an older sister. His father, Woltar, was 
 an ex-soldier in the Queen's Guard, who had retired due to Elanore, 
 Taeriln's mother, becoming pregnant. Being unable to help the army in 
 battle physically, he had decided to forge the weapons for them. Woltar had 
 become a well known blacksmith for the weapons he made. 
 A few days before Taeriln's birth, his mother fell terribly ill. The 
 healers did all they could to keep the fever down. By the time Taeriln was 
 born, his mother was so ill it took all the energy left in her to deliver 
 him, she passed away mere minutes after his birth. Woltar had love Elanore 
 and went into a deep depression, rarely leaving his bed, which made it so a 
 midwife took care of him as a child. 
 By the age of sixteen, his father had returned to his old self again, but 
 had times where he would want to be alone. Starting at a young age, his 
 father had taught him the ways of being a blacksmith, which had helped 
 define his muscle tone, and Woltar had even showed him how to use a sword 
 without hurting himself, where they had little sparring duels. Woltar would 
 take Taeriln outside the city walls to go on hunting trips, he showed him 
 how to use a bow, and how to correctly aim it. Taeriln had always dreamed 
 of following in his father's footsteps and one day owning the armory. 
 However, that all changed one solemn night. 
 The gentle breeze felt great in his hair, Taeriln was returning home after 
 having spent the night in the Tavern. Suddenly, Taeriln heard a feeble cry 
 behind him. He turned around in time to see a group of men drag a screaming 
 girl into a dark alley, her pleading cries being drowned out by the tavern 
 next to her. Taeriln ran over to them not knowing exactly what to expect. 
 There he saw a quivering young girl, about one year younger, looking up at 
 him through teary eyes with a pleading look in them. Her face was swelling 
 up and her clothes had been torn during her struggle. He recognized the 
 face, but just couldn't put a name to it. 
 "What's going on here? Get away from her." 
 The men all turned to him, he noticed some of the faces as some of his 
 friends. They all had a white ribbon wrapped around their arm. 
 "She's a bloody Aes Sedai," said Owen, who seemed to be the leader of the 
 group, "I saw it with my own eyes, she been using her magic." The other men 
 all gave nods of approval. 
 That's when it hit him, it was Margarite, the weaver's daughter. Taeriln 
 had always found her to be attractive, he had only talked to her a few 
 times, but he thought of her as a friend. Taeriln doubted Owen was speaking 
 the truth, he had a feeling he was trying to get back at her for having 
 slapped him in public. He would be looking for any reason to be able to, no 
 matter how outrageous it was. 
 "So if your not going to help us out, you can just run off now." 
 Owen turned his attention back to Margarite and lifted his leg to give her a 
 kick. Taeriln acted on instinct. He grabbed Owen's leg and pulled him 
 away, and pushed him to the ground. The other men all turned on him, he 
 only had time to land one hit, making contact with one of their noses, 
 before he was taking down. Taeriln tried to remain conscious and to defend 
 himself, with no success. 
 Taeriln woke up the next day in his bed, with no conscious of how he had 
 gotten there. By his side was Margarite, asleep in a chair. It was close 
 to sunset now, and Taeriln body was in pain in every area. A midwife opened 
 the door, holding a pot of water in her hands and a towel over her shoulder, 
 she was old, with long whitening hair tied back in a bun. She hadn't 
 noticed him awake in his bed and was a little shocked to see it. She put 
 the pot on the side table next to the bed and looked at him. 
 "Wha... What..." he stuttered, his jaw hurting every time he opened his 
 mouth, "What happened?" 
 She explained everything, that while the men were beating him, the men from 
 the tavern came out and stopped the fight. Margarite slowly opened her 
 eyes, shaking the sleep from her eyes. She gave a start when she saw 
 Taeriln talking to the old midwife. Next, she got up and gave him a gentle 
 hug, being careful not to hurt him. 
 "Thank you, thank you!" 
 A few weeks later, Taeriln was back to normal. He has been spending more 
 time with Margarite, and had even begun to fall in love, but he never spoke 
 a word of it. She was by his side when he learned of his father falling 
 ill, and she had still been there when Taeriln held his father's hand as he 
 passed away. Before passing away, his father gave him one last gift. An 
 amulet made up of a serpent wrapped around a sword. Taeriln had no way of 
 paying for the armory or for his home, so Margarite and her family took him 
 in. 
 On a damp cold night, while walking along the streets of Caemlyn, Taeriln 
 came upon the aftermath of a brutal beating. A young girl was curled up in 
 a tight ball, we a bloody face. So beaten was this young girl, that Taeriln 
 did not even recognize her, it was Margarite. Taeriln picked up the girl, 
 and brought her back home. The next morning, he was told the horrible news, 
 that it was Margarite and that she was on the brink of death. Tears stained 
 Taeriln's face as he held onto Margarite. 
 "Taeriln, listen. This is ver... very important. I want you... I want you 
 to know. Owen was not lying. He did see me using magic. I have the 
 ability to... to.. to channel," she took a deep breath, "I... I... I love 
 yo..." 
 Margarite went limp in his arms, Taeriln held on tightly to her. Tears fell 
 from his chin on to Margarite's cold face. (Why did she have to go? Why?! 
 Because she was born with something she couldn't control. It's just not 
 fair. Why?!) Taeriln got up and left the room without saying a word to 
 anyone. He went packed his stuff and was about to leave when Albel, 
 Margarite's father, stopped him. Without saying a word, Albel nodded and 
 let him leave. 
 Taeriln finds himself on the road to the White Tower, he was going to become 
 a warder. (No one should have to die because of something their born with. 
 I will become a warder, I will protect Aes Sedai with my last breath.No one 
 should have to die because of something their born with. I will become a 
 warder, I will protect Aes Sedai with my last breath.)
Category:WS 2
Category:Trainee
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