Ranael Dorr al'Sparnia

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==Description==
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120
Age: 27
Place of Origin: Fal Dara
==Stats==
Rank: Tower Guard
Weaopon Score: 8
Philosophy: The Spring
Primary Weapon: Daggers
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Phys Desc: About 5'6, weighing at 120lbs, Ranael has long 
sleek brunette hair, hanging down about two inches above the 
middle of her back. On the right side of her head, she wears 
part of her hair bundled in an intricate weave-type braid. She 
is thin and beautiful, with a scar across her cheeks and over 
her nose, given to her by her father in a rabid rage, induced 
by alcohol. Her eyes are as blue as sapphire orbs, and as deep 
as the ocean. 
History: Ever since she can remember, her father was an 
alcoholic with a natural bad temper even without the alcohol. 
He would always curse and scream and abuse both her and her 
mother. As she grew older, she never understood why her mother 
dealt with it, but as he kept inflicting the pain on her and 
her mother, her anger for her father flourished. He was one of 
the watch men in the Tower at Fal Dara, and had fought in many 
wars with the mad, insane creature-things in the Blight only a 
few leagues from the city. Thus meaning: he had swords and 
knifes. As the abuse continued and began to mold into 
molestation, at age twenty-two, she had had enough. Stealing 
one of her father's blades, she challenged him in a duel, 
unexperienced, while he slept, forcing him to wake and use his 
skills at an ungodly hour. They danced betwixt the swords, with 
Ranael earning a fear random scars up her arms and along her 
legs. After a few moment of struggling with the sword between 
her fingers, she lunged for her fathers stomach, but earned a 
slash under her eyes. 
The fight did not last long, and she sat there panting, with 
blood pouring from the gash in her face. As she looked down, 
the sword she held was the one gifted to her by her father 
himself, her name carved intricating down the blade, stained 
with the little blood she had managed to draw. With the her 
fist clensed on the hilt and she began to cry. She loved her 
father, but she could not let him continue this intolerable 
behavior. With a last sob, she thrust the sword into the 
stomach of her father, while he was off guard. Her mother's cry 
"No!!" Was the last time she heard her mother speak to her. 
Now exiled from her family, she left Fal Dara headed toward 
Caemlyn. It never hurt her more that her mother accept her back 
when she knew she would've done the same, had it continued much 
longer. After the wound below her eyes had healed, and even 
before, Ranael earned jobs in the cities around Fal Dara, and 
experienced thieves and bandits. One encounter, at age 
twenty-five, in Having already encountered certain attacks from 
her father, she used the little skills she had to fight back. 
They didn't work. Being beautiful, the thieves stole her away 
after ransacking the house and kept her as a prize and sexual 
toy. She was in their capture for near two years, fetching 
clothes and food, and acted as the guard so she'd die first if 
anything were to happen, etc. After about six months, she got 
fed up with it again, and began to train herself. Buttering up 
to her now familiar "captors", she bribed them into teaching 
her the sword and knife. Soon after a few months of hard, 
diligent work, she became and expert and could easily match her 
captors. Taking her newfound knowledge and advantage of the 
lowered guards, she murdered them in their sleep and escaped 
the campsite, in the north of Tar Valon. She was twenty-six, 
and in desperate need of help and shelter. After living a year 
above Tar Valon, she had learned many of the news of Aes Sedai, 
their abilities and their Warders. The Warders intrigued her 
the most, seeing as they were supposedly the most advanced 
warriors ever and self-protection had become her number one 
priority. During her trip down from the camp to Tar Valon, she 
encountered many more bandits, but this time was able to defend 
herself. Arriving in Tar Valon, she stayed there as a waitress 
in some of the inns before adventure and wandering had begun to 
pull at her. Disbelieving of her wanting, seeing as her 
experiences outside of cities weren't great, she followed her 
yerning out into the world, still with her unadvanced skill, 
for lack of contacting a Warder. There, she discovered 
shadowspawn and Myrdraal and Trollocs and worse things than she 
ever imagined. Though they terrified her, she didn't settle 
down because of a few obstacles were in her way of comfort. 
Being out in the wild felt like home. So there she wandered for 
a few more months before returning to Tar Valon to try and seek 
another Warder. 
Category:WS 8
Category:Tower Guard
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