Leawen

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==Description==
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'8
Weight: 140
Age: 18
Place of Origin: Ebou Dar, Altara
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 5
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Leawen
Physical Description: 
Leawen was probably born in the Rahad, Ebou Dar, Altara. Leawen is 5'8 tall
and weighs 140 pounds. His black hair just reaches his shoulders. Typically
for an Ebou Dari are his eyes but his fairly pale skin only shows a touch of
olive complexion. He would never be called handsome. Still his masculine,
rough features seem to make up for it, since he never had to complain about
a lack of female attention. His rough childhood is also reflected in his
physical appearance. His left leg is not quite straight since it was broken
in his youth, but luckily it does not impair his ability to move quickly. He
also carries the remnants of numerous old wounds on his body but the most
noticeable marks are two horizontal scars under his right eye. Very straight
and running perfectly parallel, they are plainly not from fighting. In
short, Leawen does not look like the type you would like to meet in a dark
alley alone. 
He just turned 18 when he arrived at the tower. 
History: 
Not knowing his parents, all he can remember of his childhood is that he has
lived alone. He had to steal to eat, to fight to survive, run to not get
caught and hide when the odds were against him. Not knowing his parents he
thinks it most likely that his mother had earned her living by selling her
body and that his father was either a foreign sailor or trader. When he
turned 13 he had enough of the life in the Rahad. Together with two dozen
other young boys, under the lead of the charismatic youngster Mejlan they
left the city to make a living by robbing traders and other suitable
travellers. Anyone wanting to join had to pass the "rite of cutting" also
something that Mejlan had dreamed up. All it consisted of was two deep cuts
on the right cheek that also served as a mark of rank and identification.
Further cuts were supposed to follow for outstanding bravery, but the first
attack turned into a disaster. More then half of them lost their life,
Mejlen being amongst them. Shocked those surviving considered returning into
the Rahad, but eventually they reformed into a "band of equals". The weeks
that followed were hardest. If they approached traders they were only
laughed at. Hardly anyone seemed to take them serious, badly armed, ragged
and skinny as they were. They still made their living by stealing from
farms. The way things were would drastically change when they held up a
single cart only guarded by a seasoned Saldean rider. Thinking their attack
a bad joke the Saldean only chortled, but Leawen insisted on fighting him
and in the end the veteran dismounted. Normally this would have been his
death, yet the Saldean did not really fight, toying with the youngster like
a cat did with a mouse. But in the end it was him still standing, while the
Saldean slowly toppled surprise showing in his eyes. That also changed the
hierarchy of their gang. He wasn't called such, but he now effectively was
their leader. Still in the following months most of their victims escaped
unharmed and in possession of all their belonging. But as time passed, they
refined their techniques. 
Four years later Leawen was the only one left alive from the original group.
Regionally they had earned a reputation that made sure no trader laughed
when they saw them coming. That reputation made also sure they hardly had to
kill anyone since they carefully choose whom it was worth to attack and whom
not. A hard, determined charge, a few blows, numerical superiority and most
merchants were willing to negotiate a deal for passing on 'safely'.
'Business' began to go well and Leawen started to build up a little wealth,
saving it with the intention about making an honest life one day. But one
night it was all over. The queen's soldiers routed him and his youngsters
out, catching them in their sleep. Almost all of them were either killed or
imprisoned to be hung later. Spending that night outside the camp with a
skinny girl that had just joined them a few weeks before, Leawen was one of
the few to escape, again. 
Alone again he joined a different band of robbers. But with them he only
lasted two weeks. These robbers, all of them much older then him, were made
of different stuff then he was. They attacked to murder, not to survive.
They waited for female travellers to rape them, not to get some of their
jewellery. Quietly leaving he recovered the gold he had hidden over the
years, but the gang he had joined had no intention of just letting him go
like that. A mad chase, taking over a month ensued. Using his abilities of
hiding and running he no longer hesitated to kill his pursuers in their
sleep, to slit their throats or plunge a blade in their back, things he had
never done when he had been a robber. For he knew fighting them directly,
even if it was just a one on one, he would not have much of a chance. 
Using his money he tried to make a new life in Ghealdan, later in Andor near
Whitebridge, but every time he settled down some trader recognised his face,
forcing him to pack his things and run again. One day Tar Valon appeared on
the horizon. 
Was there any better place to put an end to one's past then to become a
tower guard or even a warder? Surely, if he wore the guards uniform no
merchant would even think of the ragged and dirty robber any more.
A few further points to Leawen:
 - In Altara and Illian there are still bounties on his head.
 - He cannot read and has hardly any education, still, when he
has time, he carries the book "The History of Altara" with him since he
loves the illustrations and he does pretend he is reading the book. 
 - He carries a set of Knifes (taken from the leader of the
last gang of robbers) and a Saldean Bastard Sword, plain but of good
quality. It is the weapon of that first man he killed and it is to remind
him to never underestimate another. 
 - He loves horses more then people, owning a Tairen steed he
took from a merchant.
 - The only thing he likes more then horses are women
 - He never drinks more then one glass of wine.
 - Sings good enough to make a woman's heart melt. Only his
choice of songs is rarely suitable for that purpose.
 - He has a bad habit of forgetting that not every fight is a
duel of life and death. 
 - He is afraid of deeper water and he cannot swim.
 - He is particularly good and convincing liar.
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