Orius Bentlin

Email: Billy.Parker@keesler.af.mil
==Description==
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120
Age: 18
Place of Origin: Arafel
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 2
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Orius Bentlin son of a traveling merchant of Arafel. Orius enjoyed a
wonderful childhood in the northern town of fells watch in the kingdom of
Arafel. His early years were filled with traveling with his father
throughout the 4 kingdoms of the borderlands. His mother and sister had
died when he was but a toddler during a particular bad winter but his
father did the best he could when it came to raising his son. His father
always said that he would make Orius into the best trader ever to live.
Living up to his boasts his father took Orius along with him whenever he
went traveling abroad, which turned out to be alot. His father traded
everything from pots and pans to swords and armor. Anything that he
thought could turn a profit he traded in. Orius loved traveling with his
father and yearned to always see and learn more. Despite the scares of
trolloc sightings a couple of times in his life Orius lived a carefree
and loving childhood. All of this changed when Orius was about to turn
18.
 After returning home from a particularly long travel with his father
someone knocked on their door. His father looked at his son and told him
to go to bed. Frowning Orius pretended to go to bed but instead hid
behind a door seeing who was coming at such a late time. A man came in and
his father turned pale. Seeing the man he ushered him into the back
room and started to talk quietly. Interested Orius went forward to see
what could be going on. The conversation he heared frightened Orius to his
core. They were discussing information that his father had picked up
along his travels about various city defenses and locations of towns that
were defenseless. The man said the dark lord was pleased with Orius's
father and he will be greatly rewarded. Hearing this Orius was
stunned....his father was a dark friend. Walking back he stumbled over a
stool
leg. Soon he heard boots stomping on the floor and looking over at him.
The strange man looked at Orius's father "He knows too much....we have
 to kill him" His father shook his head "No he's my son he doesnt need
to get involved he will not tell anything" The strange man drew a knife
and started to walk towards Orius. Grabbing the strange man his father
tried to get the knife away but was cut down....his last words were
"Run son" Orius jumped up and ran out the door as fast as fear could carry
his legs. He ran and ran into the woods until he fell down on the
forest floor panting and heaving with exhaustion. He spent the night in the
woods crying until he had no more tears. Feelings of sorrow remorse
anger fear all formed into a ball which he put inside his heart. He went
to sleep on that forest floor waking up hungry and tired still. He
started wandering not knowing what to do. He wouldnt last long out in the
wilderness but knew that the dark friends would be looking for him for he
could identify one of their own. Doing odd jobs in the countryside for
farmers Orius slowly made his way to Tar Valon thinking that if any
 place was safe from dark friends it would be there. He decided that he
would become a thorn in the side of the darkfriends. He had no family
left in the world. He decided then that he would become a warder.
Walking into the city of tar valon looking more like a begger/farm boy than
the son of a merchant, he felt cleansed ready to start his new life.
 
 Physical Description -
 Age- 18
 Height- 5'5"
 Weight - 120
 Eyes - Blue
 Hair - Long light brown hair which is done in two braids to his
shoulders with bells attached to the end of them in the style of the Arafel.
 Clothes - His clothes are tattered and travel stained. He has no
possessions of his own. 
Category:WS 2
Category:Trainee
Category:Biographies
Category:Warder Bios