Lycaios Drodena

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==Description==
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'9
Weight: 152
Age: 17
Place of Origin: Arafel
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 3
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Appearance:
Drodena is a slender young man with light muscular built, more developed on 
the chest and shoulders than any other place. He is of normal height 
reaching almost 5'9".
His face is elongated revealing a hard-featured appearance, with round 
black eyes and thin lips. Hair is black and cropped short negating the 
Arafel tradition of using two long braids.
Personality:
Drodena is a serious person most of the time but good-natured in the way 
that he is a gentleman and rarely treats someone rudely or with disrespect. 
He does not like to follow orders or being commanded, he is reckless and 
likes to follow his own believes and ideas. But yet again when it is 
necessary he follows orders like any other good soldier.
Brief History:
Lycaios Drodena is born in Arafel in 982, four years after Rand Al�Thor 
was born. He is son of a poor merchant, trying to make a living by selling 
fruits, coats, anything that old Zeph Drodena could get his hands on and 
still it was not enough to sustain the family. Even Lycaio's mother baked 
goods and sold it at very low prices, they both worked very hard.
Lycaios had a normal life like any normal kid with no exception, his 
parents were good, he has an older sister called Mara Drodena that works in 
an inn, The Ringing Bell, that was in the center of the city.
With all that was happening in the world around him he grew seeing soldiers 
in shining armor marching off to fight trollocs and darkfriends so 
eventually the soldiers and battle and all the stories about fighting the 
Trollocs and the Dark One fascinated him. He even used to go to the 
fortress� gate to see the soldiers practice and march.
Stubborn as he was he didn�t want to wait until he was 17, the legal age 
to join the army. So trying to look much older than he was at the age of 15 
he applies to join the Arafel military, he lies about his age and gains 
acceptance by merely luck, the recruiter was drunk and didn�t noticed his 
slender face.
For a year he trained to be an Arafel soldier. After that he served as a 
low ranking foot soldier and fought in a few skirmishes along the border, 
in the Blight where trollocs and myrdraal roamed.
At the age of 17 he meets two green ajah with their warders, who were 
searching for "wilders" in the city. The warders automatically awed him and 
their color changing cloaks that blended with the surrounding. That same 
day Trollocs tried to raid the city and he was called to stand at the 
fortress� gate, as he fought he saw how the Warders danced with their 
sword in one fluid motion that seemed to kill every trolloc that passed 
through their eye sight.
Three days after their appearance they departed, he followed them just an 
hours walk behind, he was determined. He wanted to be a Warder.
Category:WS 3
Category:Trainee
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