Rodor Pattian

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==Description==
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Outside Cairhien
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 3
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
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==History==
Rodor lived a farmer?s life, not as hard as some, but not easy. Working at the plow, and receiving the sometimes meager food the farm life has to offer, he was given a slim, muscular build. Rodor?s father, Tolan, and uncle, Lance, built a house once Tolan was married. Even though Tolan was married at age 25, he and his wife, Lile, failed to produce until he was the age of 36.
The farm was a family farm, a small cluster of three houses, one belonging to Rodor, another to his uncle, and the third, to his grandfather, Lamorakk. They planted cotton, and corn but the job of planting, harvesting, and then taking the crop to town was no easy thing to do, especially when the war was going on.
The family did it?s best to avoid the war, selling it?s crop to whichever side happened to be closer, or more of a threat. The Pattians managed to stay out of the war for the most part. However victims of the war would show up in their crops, more often than the pattians would like, so they all took turns guarding the farm at night.
Rodor would have guard duty more often than any of the others because in all truth, the other men were getting older, and had bad eyesight. Rodor?s hearing advanced as well, and almost every other night, he would catch some poor victim of the war, trying to steal corn, such an act would be quickly stopped by Rodor, or another member of his family placing a swift blow to the thief?s back with a large stick, usually a tree limb.
The long nights on watch also gave Rodor time to think. He never liked being a farmer, or staying up late to guard the farm that he didn?t like either. He had heard stories of Tar Valon, and the Aes Sedai. But what interested him most, was the Warders, protectors of the Aes Sedai.
	When Rodor was 14, his grandfather died, it was herald to the end of the Pattian?s farm. Not but a week after, the Cairhien army took garrison to the farm, and forced the Pattian?s into the mud. And soon, they were the ones stealing from other farms, if there were any, which there hardly ever was.
	Rodor decided to live his dream, and go northwest to Tar Valon, and become a warder, Cairhien had nothing more for him. He knew before asking that his family would disapprove. So in the dead of night, just a few weeks before his 15th birthday, he started walking the long way to Tar Valon.
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