Hall Vard

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==Description==
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blaonde
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 194
Age: 16
Place of Origin: Saldea
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 1
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Special Features (Missing Limbs, Scars and such):
Weapon of Choice (Channelers automatically have the One Power as Primary):
No Dachi
Secondary Weapon: Single handed mace
Tertiary Weapon (if a non-channeler): Staff
First two preferences for Talents:
Character History:
He was born the oldest son of a horse trainer, and such knew how to ride
almost before he could walk. His mother gave birth to two more boys and a
litle girl before dying in childbirth giving life to a sick litle creature
of a boy who died before the next day saw light. Hall was 8 at the time, his
brothers 6 and 5 while his sister was but a todler at 2. They all grew an
intrest in their fathers ocupation helping out with the buisnis, and as all
borderlands from an early age was thougth to weild a sword, and to use some
other weapons.
At 13 his city was visited by an Aes Sedai and he took an fasination in the
warder that followed her, the man was stout, silent and looked like a beast
traped in a body when you looked into his cold controled eyes.
He told his father he wanted to go to Tar Valon, his father and him agreed
he would stay and help out till he was 18 so that all his siblings had time
to grow up properly and have as good a shot of a proper future as he would
have if he signed in to train and become a warder.
As the years passed he grew into a popular teen, he never had troubles
finding girls to dance with at festiveties. The hard work with the horses
gave him a good stance and muscles. He had several sweethart through the
years, but though popular he was down to earth, and caring something he
learned both from working with the horses but not the least from caring for
his siblings.
When the day came that he was to leave his father did not only hold to the
deal but gave him the finest horse in the stable, one he himself had helped
train and name, wishing him luck and telling him to go make them all proud.
His brothers had saved up money and bougth him sadlegear, and his sister had
sewn him new clothes. It was with gratitude he left them wishing them the
best of luck and promising to write at least once a year.
Then he rode out of the city on his redbrown stalion named Son of Fire both
from the way its fur glistened in the sun and from the temperament.
They held good pace toward Tar Valon, and the day he saw the White Tower
rice in the horison with dragonmount behind he knew his life was about to
start all over.
Category:WS 1
Category:Trainee
Category:Biographies
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