Asharas

Email: greenoj@cnc.bc.ca
==Description==
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'0
Weight: 110
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Tear
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 2
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
It had been a long journey from Tear to Tar Valon. Star, 
his Tairen stallion – or rather some lord noble’s 
stallion – had been a good companion and had provided a 
sizable sum of money when Asharas sold him to a merchant 
just outside of Tar Valon. Upon entering the city Asharas 
discarded his old clothes and with an air of feigned 
nobility purchased an outfit of silks and laces that he felt 
comfortable in but were still considerably more masculine 
then he was used to wearing. After he had purchased his 
clothes he bought some cosmetics, a bottle of perfume, and a 
silk bag to carry it all. With the last bit of money he had 
left he purchased a room at a reputable inn, bathed, ate and 
then got a good night’s sleep because on the following day 
his new life would begin… 
Asharas was born the bastard son of some Tairen nobleman and 
his mother a Mayener prostitute who died months after he was 
born from some god ridden disease that claims the lives of 
so many in her line of work. Life for Asharas had not been 
favorable to say the least, orphaned a few months old and 
left to be cared for by the “ladies” of the outer city. 
Growing up in the bordello had many advantages and 
disadvantages for Asharas. He counted himself rather lucky 
when it came down to it though. He had grown up with a roof 
over his head and at least one meal a day, which is a lot 
better then most commoners in Tear. All of his mothers - 
and he had many through the years as women came and went – 
were fairly protective of their young child and taught him 
many things from how to create a disguise using various 
kinds of cosmetics to how to wield a dagger in a desperate 
situation and to effectively immobilize an attacker using 
your fists and feet. Most of Asharas’ childhood had been 
spent disguised as a young girl because it wouldn’t have 
done to have a young boy working in a bordello. The 
patrons, mostly noble men, had left him alone for the first 
twelve years of his life because he was nothing to them but 
a young girl made to do housework and to clean up after 
their… business. 
Things started to change however when Asharas entered his 
teens. The women at the bordello stopped treating him as 
the harmless child of their affection; many of them became 
jealous of his youth and that he was prettier then a lot of 
them. He soon became the competition and all goodwill 
towards him started to become strained until halfway through 
his fourteenth year the majority of the household despised 
him. He found their jealously and rivalry a little 
confusing because it was not as if he were stealing their 
patrons (although many of the patrons began to turn their 
eyes to the “young girl”). It was the matrons of the 
household whom had been there for years who ruled that he 
must leave (under the guise that it was for his safety but 
in reality was due to their own vanity.) This betrayal 
crushed him and the confused youth was forced out with his 
few belongings. 
Now forced onto the streets Asharas had no choice but to do 
what he knew, what he had spent his whole life witnessing. 
This became very difficult due to the obvious problems with 
his anatomy and Asharas soon did what most desperate people 
tend to due; he resorted to a life of theft. Unfortunately 
his first and last attempts at pick pocketing or as a street 
thug left him bloodied and lying in a gutter. After a few 
weeks of starving and living out in the cold damp streets he 
decided he needed a new life away from that forsaken city. 
Asharas spent that night with a young noble lord who got a 
little more then he expected, instead of receiving the 
services of a beautiful young girl he soon found himself 
laying in the gutter grasping his offending regions while a 
young boy stole everything of value off his person and rode 
his stallion off. 
It seemed odd now that he, a Tairen commoner, was here 
staring at the fabled white tower from his room at the inn 
in hopes of starting a new life as a warder. He felt almost 
as if life were playing some kind of cynical joke on him and 
couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of it all. A young 
boy just turned fifteen who had grown up around frills and 
lace who had long hair, a girls complexion, and was not only 
short for his age but rather slim with a grace quite 
uncommon among young men. He certainly didn’t seem to fit 
the fairy tale description of these legendary warders but 
what did he have to lose by trying? Glancing in the 
reflection of the mirror he applied some minor cosmetics to 
his face so that we would look his best today. He then 
packed up all of his belongings and with one last look in 
the mirror he set out to go to the white tower.
Category:WS 2
Category:Trainee
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