Elethias

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==Description==
Eye Color: Aqua
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 162
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Arad Doman
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 2
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Elethias was a thin, lanky young man of 15, only five foot seven, with close 
cropped brown hair, a charming smile, and deep aqua eyes that sometimes 
seemed to have dozens of yellow streaks radiating from the pupils. It was 
his eyes that had often gotten him rooms to stay in on his way to the White 
Tower in Tar Valon, and also the unwanted attentions of every nearly farm 
girl he met.
He hadn?t had much in the way of training on his way to the tower, or even 
before, but he had taught himself a little of the use of a weapon he had 
found on one of the merchant he had been traveling with?s guards? dead body. 
That had been both a sore loss and a great find. He had found out that the 
merchant was a darkfriend, and had quietly learned that the rest of the camp 
the same. Fortunately, there had only been four of them, and he had quietly 
slit all of their throats in their sleep. The last one had been the hardest, 
because it was a female, but he still managed to kill her. It was from these 
people that he had gotten his money, and a strange weapon that one of the 
guards had called a ?Katana,? along with some traveling clothes.
Elethias had not had much of a childhood. From as far back as he could 
remember his parents had always seemed distant and cold. But that was the 
way things went around his household. He had always been pushed to be a 
responsible person, but always felt he could be more than just a minor 
player of the Game of Houses. So, when the chance came, he left with the 
first merchant?s caravan to come into town.
 He had been born to the house of Rithamus, in Arad Doman, but had 
renounced his name when he left his family for greater things. He had, at 
first, worried that his father might send someone after him, but later 
realized that his father didn?t care enough about him to waste the time, 
effort, and money that would have been required to get him back.
 He had done many things and been many places since he left his 
home, and now, standing in awe of the White Tower, he knew that all of his 
trials, all of his hardships, and all of his dreams had been worth their 
while. He had finally found a place to call home.
Category:WS 2
Category:Trainee
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