Carai

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==Description==
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 185cm
Weight: 70kg
Age: 16
Place of Origin: Arad Doman
==Stats==
Rank: Tower Guard
Weaopon Score: 9
Philosophy: The Flame and the Void
Primary Weapon: Scimitar
Secondary Weapon: Shortbow
Tertiary Weapon: Short sword
==History==
?When will Dad be back, Mum?? a young six year old Carai 
asked. ?When he has sold our carpets dear?, the tall woman replied 
absently. It was a common enough question, Carai?s mother made famous 
Domani carpets, and his father traveled around the land selling and trading 
them. They did extremely well financially, and owned a large property south 
of Bandar Eban.
 On the rare occasions that Carai?s father spent time at home, he took his 
son into the woods on their property and taught him to hunt and track, and 
shoot the bow. Carai loved these times, alone with his father in the woods, 
cut off from the rest of civilization. They would camp out in the night and 
catch fish for food, breakfast, lunch and dinner.
 When Carai was eleven years of age, his father deemed him worthy of 
looking after himself and allowed him to take his younger seven year old 
brother Riln out with him when he hunted. The two were inseparable and 
spent long days on their own. Riln?s twin sister was taken under their 
mother?s wing and was tutored in the art of hunting men. As the old saying 
goes, ?Men are better sport than hawks?.
 Carai began to learn hand to hand fighting at the age of fourteen, taught 
by one of his parent?s workers who was a well seasoned fighter. Nandar, his 
tutor, had fought against the Aiel and hinted at time spent in the 
Borderlands fighting Trollocs, but he was unwilling to talk about it in much 
detail. Nandar held high hopes for Carai as he taught him the sword, 
claiming that he had a natural eye and could grow into a superb fighter. 
But Nandar was killed by a wolf when he accidentally stumbled across a wolf 
pack?s den. The wolves were aggressive because they had pups, and Nandar 
never stood a chance.
 With his tutor gone, the fifteen year old Carai stopped learning to fight 
and studied with his father, accompanying him on his carpet selling trips, 
learning how to drive a hard bargain and, hopefully, he would inherit the 
business in years to come, when he found a wife of his own. But he found 
the life lacking in excitement and said so to his father.
 His father closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. ?Son?, he 
said, ?I have thought that you might not be satisfied with this type of 
life. I was not either, at your age. Many people like you set off in 
search of adventure, and get themselves killed. I almost did myself. I 
don?t want this to happen to you. I want you to journey to Tar Valon, to 
the White Tower. I want you to train with the Warders. You could become 
one you know, if you wanted to.?
 Carai was exhilarated with the idea and wanted to set off immediately. He 
had never been to Tar Valon, and the prospect of actually seeing the tower 
was as exciting as the thought of becoming a Warder. And so, on his 
sixteenth birthday, young Carai set off on a journey of a lifetime. He bade 
his family goodbye, and Riln swore that he would follow him in years to 
come, and be a Warder himself. ?Remember your name?, his mother said, ?In 
the old tongue, Carai means honor. Hold to it?.
 With a youthful glint in his eye and a spring in his step, the tall 
coppery skinned Domani boy set off. Carai is lightly muscled, but strong, 
and has a good eye for a pretty girl. The journey lasted a good while, as 
he was eager to see the sights, so he lingered in many places and stayed 
where he found good company and a pretty ankle. But he was soon only a 
day?s journey from Tar Valon, and his heart was in his boots as he left his 
inn for the long walk.
Category:WS 9
Category:Tower Guard
Category:Biographies
Category:Warder Bios