Avin Ceran

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==Description==
Eye Color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Light blond, with a reddish ti
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 195
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Baerlon, Andor
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 2
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Avin comes from Baerlon, with a middle-class merchant for a father, and
a mother who works as a barmaid in her spare time. Due to the raising
prices, his parents were forced to spend much of their lives at work,
leaving Avin to do as he pleased. Unfortunately, he got mixed up with
the wrong group of people. The men he became friends with were all
former criminals, convicts released from jail after they did their
time. They all had swords or axes, but Avin never saw them armed. What
violent acts the Dead Cross gang did commit involved fist-fights in
back alleys, but these brawls had organization and, in a sick sense,
purpose. Two men entered a small drawn up ring with one goal: gaining
respect. Avin found himself drawn to watch, and eventually participate.
For some odd reason, he could think of nothing that he wanted more than
to please the man leading the mangy group. Avin would learn later why
he was drawn in, a cause that would haunt him forever.
 But Avin fought, ignorant of the evil in his mist. And he fought, and
fought, growing more to a powerful position of influence in the Dead
Cross hierarchy. But in a world of deceit and betrayal, no one lasts
long. Avin knew it was only a matter of time before he fell, but he
didn't care , so long as the leader was happy with him. Although he
never fought anymore, Avin kept in shape, practicing his fighting every
day. Avin never had touched a weapon before, but now he was able to
parry and strike accurately with a sword, and if he wasn't
exceptionally skilled, he was able to defeat most of the men he knew.
 The attack that Avin was sure was imminent came. It was one of the
days his mother worked, and he was alone in his house. He felt very
alone, and he remembered just how young he was for the first time in
months. It was as if whatever had been compelling him to fight and help
run the Dead Cross gang was gone. Tomorrow, Avin would go and inform
the men he had called friends that he would no longer be seeing them.
In fact, he was utterly repulsed at the fact that he had ever let
himself be seen with that particular group of people. Then it happened.
 There was a crash, coming from somewhere upstairs. Avin slowly rose,
not eager to face the cause of the sound. He kept no one weapon at
home, for his parents did not know of his connection to the Dead Cross
criminals. But he had his fists, and his wits. Calmly, Avin climbed the
wooden stairs, and reached the small top floor of his house. The men
would have nowhere to hide, and would be forced to face him head on.
The first rushed towards him, emerging from his parents room, where he
had most likely hoped to find some loot before he fought. Avin met his
awkward lunge with one arm, with which he grabbed the man's collar and
threw him to the ground. Another masked intruder, this one holding a
deadly looking sword, attacked Avin, slashing horizontally with the
curved blade. Avin ducked, and the sword became caught in a wooden
chest, where it remained as the man pulled at it. Taking advantage of
this momentary lapse, Avin managed to get behind the second gang
member, and he broke the man's neck. He was surprised with the lack of
emotion he felt when he killed for the first time in his life.
 The dead man slumped to the floor, his limp form crushing the first
attacker. Avin grabbed the sword and thrust it through both the bodies.
Running down the hallway, Avin traveled the short distance to the
window, and he broke the glass pane and jumped out. There were many
houses like his on the street, and the roof of one of these broke his
fall. Only slightly shaken, Avin ran on, leaping from one roof to the
next. Eventually he was forced to descend to the street, where he
continued his mad dash. Avin heard the shouts and curses of other gang
members behind him, and he knew they were gaining on him.
 But then, out of nowhere, a woman appeared. The finely dressed lady
motioned for Avin to drop to the ground, and Avin obeyed. A rush of
fire blew over his head, singing a few of his hairs. Avin's pursuers
were incinerated, their skin charred blacker than any coal. For a
moment Avin was confused, but then he realized. The woman was Aes
Sedai. Drawing on his memory, Avin recalled that the Aes Sedai were
bound by the Three Oaths, and he was almost positive that one Oath
forbid them to use the One Power as a weapon. Unless... that was it!
The Dead Cross must have been composed of Darkfriends! That would
explain a lot, or at least it would if his theory proved correct.
 " Thank you," he called, uncertain of how he should address an Aes
Sedai. " You saved my life. I owe you mine." That seemed a proper level
of thanks. Maybe, if the position wasn't taken, he could become the
woman's Warder. He certainly didn't see anyone around her that fit the
classifications. But that was crazy, a child's fantasy.
 " Don't worry. It was my assignment. The Tower sent me to investigate
a possible man who could channel. I believe I have located him, and I
also would guess that you have been affected by him. Did you, in any
way, feel forced to do something you did not wish to do?"
 Avin told her about his experiences over the last few months, and from
time to time she interrupted him to ask about something in detail.
Then, after he finished his account, she informed him that the gang was
really a Darkfriend haven, with, as she had suspected, a man channeler
at its head. Avin learned that a form of Compulsion had been used on him, and although the Aes Sedai tried to explain it, he was still very confused about what had happened. She did not tell him her name, but instead she gave him
her Ajah, the Blue, and told him to travel to the White Tower, and
begin Warder training.
 After several weeks, Avin is ready to leave. Although he knows the
path will be hard, his desire to help protect someone like the
mysterious Blue who saved his life inspires him to go.
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