Darion Sellsword

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==Description==
Eye Color: Silvery green
Hair Color: Deep black, almost a blue blac
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 155
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Farmlands Surrounding Tar Valon
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 3
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
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==History==
Born to Derek Stonefist, a mercenary that settled down on a farm he stayed at while injured in the battle of Tar Valon, and Becca Farllon, the daughter of the farmer who nursed him back to health, Darion grew up in a strange dichotomy. From his mother and grandfather he learned a great love of the land and all things growing, but from his father he learned that at times it was necessary to cause death or destruction. Taught to read by his mother, he spent his young years reading of adventures, wanting to have some of his own. When he expressed a desire to learn how to fight, his father started to give him lessons in various fighting styles at age 8, nothing specific, and no intense training, though as it went on it got more and more specific as he picked out a spear as his chosen weapon, though his father forced him to learn sword, dagger and bow as to always have a weapon that would work at various ranges. At the same time, he learned farm lore and herb lore from his mother and grandfather. As he grew older, he grew into a young man that was quiet and slow to anger, tending to think things through. When it came time for him to decide his path in life, he was given several options. His father offered to send him with letters of introduction to one of the mercenary bands he still had contacts with, and his grandfather offered to set him up with a portion of the land as his own farm. Darion, however, chose a third option. Thanks to living so close to Tar Valon, he was aware of the Tower Guard and Warders, and the Tower Trainees. Indeed, one of his best friends as a kid had gone to the tower as a novice, so he was all to aware of the tower that loomed over life in Tar Valon. His parents, while tearful around his chosen path, supplied him with a few items that would be useful. They gave him a good spear, a set of his father's old leather armor that was resized for him, a set of daggers, and enough food and water to get to the city. So he set out on foot, as it was only a few days walk to the city. Arriving in the city, he took one night at a common inn, just enough to allow him to wash up and rest before going to the tower to ask for admission to become a Tower Trainee.
Category:WS 3
Category:Trainee
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