Aethyc Donovan

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==Description==
Eye Color: Greenish Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150
Age: 17
Place of Origin: Arad Doman
==Stats==
Rank: Tower Guard
Weaopon Score: 8
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Aethyc swept back his long black hair, adjusting his 
silver choker and silver earring. Aethyc was tall, yet not very 
strong. What he lost in strength though, he made up in speed - his 
father, who used to be a seasoned mercenary had taught him some 
practical 
and good looking moves with a sword, yet when he used to watch his father 
practice he knew hehad a lot to learn. His father used to frequently praise Aethyc 
hough, telling him that he was better than his father was at that age. That's what 
had made Aethyc decide he wanted to learn swordsmanship - if he was okay at it,
then why should he not train with something he enjoyed. Aethyc had sometimes 
suggested being a Warder, but his father had always gone moody at the suggestion 
of Aes Sedai, muttering something about the Breaking, and things that women
should not meddle with. 
Aethyc had never found out who his mother was, and knew he never would. 
His father had been at the borderlands for years, Aethyc persumed he 
was dead. But his father had always said to care for the living, and 
get the mourning for the dead done with. He had, Aethyc had spent 
nights of weeping and praying to the Creator the year before. Then he 
knew that any more of it, and his father might just come back from the 
grave just to give him a sound switching and a lecture, so he stopped. 
Now he was liegeman to a medium-sized House. He was sent as a 
messager, occasionally asked to guard a door which nobody would even 
bother trying to get through, and perhaps the odd time he got to 
patrol the land around the estate, but even if he did find a robber 
all he really had to do was swish the sword at them, and they would 
run away. He had only recieved very basic training, not much more than 
his father taught him. 
Aethyc blinked back to reality as a woman walked right into him, 
causing him and her to fall down into the mud. Aethyc, on his way 
down, rolled over enough that all that hit the mud was his back and 
the tip of the woman's skirts, then he quickly helped the woman up and 
gave her a bow, "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was go-" he cut 
off as she looked up at him, the most beautiful woman he had ever 
seen. She was obviously a Domani like himself, wearing the traditional 
silk dress that emphasized everything, suggested everything yet 
revealed nothing. What had really made him choke, even without the 
beauty, was the fact her face was ageless. He was looking into the 
eyes of an Aes Sedai, wearing a green silk Domani dress. He quickly 
snapped his eyes back up to her face, quickly going back into a bow, 
"As I was saying, I apologise for walking into you Aes Sedai - I've 
always been clumsy" his eyes opened as far as they would go when four 
more Aes Sedai walked up behind her The more women there are 
about, the softer a wise man steps. Aethyc quickly composed his 
features and stepped out of the way, keeping his bow as steady as he 
could, "Sorry to hold you up Aes Sedai, if you will excuse me now?" 
The Aes Sedai in thegreen dress looked him up and down, then nodded 
and walked off with her companions. A few seconds later, walking up the 
same alley, he saw eight men walking towards him. The colour-shifting
cloak gave them away - they were warders. He watched the men walk 
past him, displaying a kind of deadly grace. That was when everything 
clicked into place. He would be a Warder no matter what his father had 
told him. He ran to the small palace of the local house Lord, who was his 
employer. 
As he stepped through the door, Aethyc saw Thom, one of the servants. 
Tohm looked at Aethyc and smiled at him, "Did you see those Aes Sedai? 
Jasen said they are here to give Milord the Sun Throne, but ol' Will 
said they're just walking they're Warders - big fellows, aren't they?" 
Aethyc nodded, "Well, if it's not too much trouble I'd like to see 
Milord." Thom blinked at him, "'Course, he's always happy to see you. 
Light, he treats you like a son!" Thom laughed and opened the door, 
"He always wants me announced, but never really cares about announcing 
you. It must be our da's, mine's only a wool salesman, remember?" 
Aethyc nodded impaitently and walked into the room. Milord was sitting 
on a kind of throne, it looked like what he'd imagined the Sun Throne 
to be - except instead of a gold sun, it had a silver and copper one. 
"Milord, I want to be a Warder." He stated bluntly. Milord liked it 
straight to the point. Aethyc walked up to the throne and bowed to 
Milord, a good natured old man with a lumpy nose and a squarish face. 
Milord smiled at him, "Ah Aethyc, what good timing! I've been meaning 
to have a talk with you." Sometimes he didn't hear things, which was 
strange, or at least he ignored things, "Yes Aethyc, I was saying that 
you are a man now, and you should choose your own path - I know your 
father put you in my employment, but I think perhaps you should choose 
your own path now. I can't offer you much more than you have." Aethyc 
looked up at Milord and repeated his sentance, "I said I would like to 
become a Warder." Milord gave a laugh, "A Warder is it? Okay son, I'll 
give you enough gold to be on your way." Milord was trying to cover up 
his health problem. The fact was, he was dying and he had no hier. So 
he was dismissing all his employees in the nicest way he could think 
of. Aethyc, in a particularly nice way because Aethyc was the son he 
never had, and never would have. Aethyc almost shed a tear at that 
thought. Milord could not hold it in any longer, he coughed wildly 
into his fist, occasionally coughing droplets of blood. He hid his 
fist below the armrest of the throne, trying to hide the obvious red 
marks. Milord rung a bell, and had Aethyc presented with a large 
amount of gold. 
A good few months later, Aethyc was staying in an inn, gathering up 
the courage to leave and ask to become a Warder. Finally, he looked 
out the window. And saw a man in a colorshifting cloak sauntering 
beside an Aes Sedai. The courage came, and he almost jumped out the 
door.
Category:WS 8
Category:Tower Guard
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Category:Warder Bios