Throm

Email: RUSSELL.C.PEARSON@tenethealth.com
==Description==
Eye Color: Bright blue
Hair Color: Sandy Blond with red and gold
Height: 5' 2
Weight: 100
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Andor
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 5
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
My birth was not usual, born as the bastard son of a Andorian noble (5th
cousin 2 marriages removed from the royal line) and his wife's maid. My
mother was kept as a maid to provide for my welfare and to remind him of
his indiscretion. Growing up as an errand boy of the estate I ran
everywhere I was sent. My mother and I were looked upon with pity in the
village near the estate. The local villagers would let me help with
their trades and taught me things about life. The tailor showed me how
to measure and sew. The baker showed me how bread baked and let me help
with firewood. The blacksmith let me work the billows and even let me
hit a few strokes with his hammer now and then. I always watched the
guards practicing in the yard. Afterward I would find a stick and try to
mimic what I saw them doing. Several of the younger guards would play
and tussle with me when they were not on duty. 
Last year the sergeant at arms pulled me from my usual place on the
fence and was showing me what to do with my stick when from behind a
booming voice said, "What are you doing." The sergeant turned around to
find the captain of the guard standing there and mumbled out an apology
while trying to push me to the side. Then a few minutes later the
sergeant returned and handed me a training sword. "That stick is too
light. This will get you used to the weight of a real one." From then on
I was by the sergeant every day at practice time learning the form
"Heron walks on water". 
This past Bel Tine my mother died. Well really 3 days before during the
preparations my mother was killed in an accident. The cart of meats for
the feast ran over her when the horse was spooked. I couldn't stand
going back to the room we shared so I spent the next day wandering
around the estate in a daze. The sergeant at arms came looking for me
when I didn't show for practice and we talked. He mainly focused on his
training days before he came to work there. Nothing helped. Later I
overheard the master and mistress fighting and when a servant left the
room and the door was left ajar I heard the words "Now that she is gone
there is nothing left for him." Then a response from the mistress "But
you can't just throw him out after all he is..." The master cut her off
with "No, but he can't stay here any longer. Maybe we can send him to my
cousin." The image of this cousin flashed through my mind a fat slob of
a man with no morals who mauled every woman who got within reach and
bellowed when his wine was empty. No thanks. Not for me. I ran to the
barracks and pestered the guard on duty to help me find the sergeant. I
begged the sergeant to help me and he said all he could do was to write
a recommendation to the leader of the Caemlyn guards. When I go to
Caemlyn they had no room for a nobody. 
I hired on a merchant caravan as a horse handler for food and a little
coin. They were heading to the white tower. The trip was uneventful if
not boring. I continued practicing my form "Heron walks on water" with
my practice sword. Before I knew it I looked up to the horizon and there
stood the tower in all its glory. I stood stock still, mouth agape just
staring at it until someone yell out. "Wake the kid!" The next morning I
arrived at the bridge and asked the first guard where to find the
captain of the guard. Once presented to him I tried to wrangle my nerves
and stand at attention. When he acknowledged me I crossed my right fist
over my heart and bowed to him then handed him the letter. "Throm, sir"
I studdered. "And...?" He said. Sweat beading on my forehead I continue
"And I was told at Caemlyn they did not have room for more trainees.
They suggested to come to the tower if I wanted to learn to fight."
After looking at the wrinkled and smudged letter the captain agreed to
assign me a mentor to see if I was tower guard material.
Category:WS 5
Category:Trainee
Category:Biographies
Category:Warder Bios