Natan Colrane

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==Description==
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 145
Age: 17
Place of Origin: Tear
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 3
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Son of Fredrick Colrane and Vanwin Aymeares Colrane,
his father a Tairen Noble and his mother the daughter
of an Andoran merchant. 
Fredrick Colrane had been training in the art of the
sword under a friend of his fathers, a High Lord
residing in the Stone. Each day he would go to the
Stone and train and return home at sunset. One day as
he was leaving he spotted the most beautiful girl he
had ever seen in his life. He turned to his friend
and drew hoping to impress the girl with his skill
with a blade. As he and his friend fought he realized
she was to busy fighting with a stubborn horse to pay
attention. He turned, trying to catch her eye and
maybe her attention. His dear friend saw his opening
and pushed Fredrick, sending him flying into the young
girl. He landed on top of her, knocking the reigns of
the horse out of her hands. The horse had gotten
spooked by their tumble and was now rearing and
jumping. Fredrick rolled over and pulled the girl out
of the way of the horse?s hooves, just in the knick of
time. He quickly got up and tried to calm the beast.
He grabbed hold of the reigns and began to fight with
the horse, trying to gain control. ?C?mon girl, quiet
down, shhhhhh?.. c?mon, be a good girl.? He whispered
to the horse, a trick any good horseman knew. Finally
he got the beast to settle down after several minutes
of tug o? war. 
Helping her up he said ?Sorry about that, didn?t mean
to frighten you. My name?s Fredrick, Fredrick
Colrane.?
?Vanwin Aymeares, pleased to meet you. I guess I owe
you a debt of gratitude for saving my life.? She
smiled at him, ?Even though if it hadn?t been for you
my life wouldn?t have been in danger.?
He blushed. ?Actually you have my good friend Darious
to thank for that one; sometimes he doesn?t know his
own strength.?
 ?Why were you sword fighting in the middle of the
street anyways??
 He blushed again, ?Ummmm?. Just practicing?. heh
?heh. *cough* so,? trying to get back to his plan, ?I
don?t think I?ve seen you around before, where are you
from??
 ?I?m from Whitebridge, my father?s a merchant. We
just arrived in Tear yesterday. We?ll be here for a
couple weeks though.? Once again she smiled at him,
this time she blushed slightly.
 ?Well, maybe I?ll see you around then. Maybe we
could go for a nice ride together?? This time his
blush was deeper, he heard Darious chuckle behind him.
 ?Uh ? yeah, sure. Well, bye?.?
 ?Yeah?.. Uh, bye.? He picked up his sword and headed
home.
Over the next couple weeks the two rode together and
spent many nights going to parties and such. Vanwin
ended up staying for 5 weeks, which at the end of
Fredrick asked her to marry him, and well?. The rest
is history.
 A quick block to the right was all that kept Natan
from losing the duel. His speed had never failed him
and he didn?t plan on letting it happen now. He
hopped to the left and made a quick attack to his
teacher?s left thigh. His eye caught the movement of
his opponent?s sword and he quickly withdrew his
attack and switched it to a stab at the chest. His
teacher was no match for his speed and was unable to
block this final attack, he knew when to surrender.
Natan knew he had won when his teacher dropped his
rapier and bowed before him.
 ?The time has come where the teacher no longer has
anything to teach.?
 ?Thank you Master Darious. Your training has taught
me much.?
 ?Natan, it is time to receive your own blade. Please
accept it.?
 As Darious handed Natan his rapier, applause burst
out in the room. Natan meant to take a knee to accept
the blade but Darious would not let him.
 ?As I hand over this blade you are no longer my
student. You are now on your way to teachers that are
much greater than me.?
 Natan?s father Fredrick came over and stood by his
old friend Darious. Natan?s father would have taught
him the ways of the blade had he not believed that
Darious was his superior. Darious had always been
like an uncle to Natan but he had not shown any favor
to him. In fact he had pushed him harder than his
other students. Natan was grateful for that. 
Now Natan was on his way to the White Tower to become
a Warder. Three years of training with Darious was
all he had. Well of course he had his trusty horses.
Bandit, a pure black horse with quite the opinion of
himself, and Blaze, a black with white hooves and a
small white stripe on her forehead. With Darious?
sword at his hip and a confident smile on his face, he
was ready for anything the Warders could throw at him.
Category:WS 3
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