Hasharan

Name: Hasharan

Investiture: Iron granting steel spike

Skills: Melee weapon combat training, Skilled

Appearance:

* Golden hair
* Light blue eyes
* Large muscular build
* Age 25
* 6’ 0”
* 210 lbs

Equipment:

* Shardplate
* Grandbow
* Shard Hammer
* Many longswords strapped onto various points on the shardplate
* Vials containing Iron shavings
* Wooden staff

Backstory: *[Warning:*Stormlight Archive*spoilers]*As a cousin to highprince Ruthar, Hasharan was trained with shards at birth. His skills grew and developed as he grew up. He won his plate at age 16 and was 18 when Gavilar was assassinated, he swore vengeance on the parshendi and gladly lead many plateau runs on the shattered plains.

He was a shardbearer brought to Thaylen city by Teft in the battle of Thaylen field. Seeing Dalinar in trouble, he runs to his rescue. Right as he arrives, Dalinar proclaims, “I am unity,” and brings honor’s perpendicularity. Hasharan is knocked over and wakes up in a sea of beads.

He saw the shore and struggled to move in that direction. Barely able to do so, even with plate. He then examined his surroundings and began to wander. He finds a city and asks for directions back to the physical realm. They give him directions to the nearest perpendicularity and he travels there.

He leaves shadesmar to find himself climbing out of a huge dark pit. Even though he knows this is not Roshar, he continues to climb. Desperate to escape. And he emerges to a place of horror. Where a man in a cloak covered in tassels is wreaking havoc.

Seeing the man come for him, Hasharan panics and flees, barely outrunning the incredibly fast man. He flees and finds a forest grove which he stays in for a time. Surviving and relaxing. Enjoying the stormless weather.

One day, he wakes up to no sun, but just mist. He panics and runs towards the faintest light he can see. Then, over the horizon, blue creatures were battling a small human army. Desperate to help, Hasharan sprints to join them.

He fights and takes down several of the creatures with his grandbow, until a dark robed figure with spikes driven through his eyes approaches him. Hasharan fires another shot, but a blurred hand snatches it out of the air.

Men begin to yell as he engaged the robed figure with longswords. He swung, but again, with supernatural speed, the figure avoided his strike and delivered a brutal strike to his plate. The axe bounced right off and the figure looked shocked for a second. Then, in a swift motion, it removed the hammer from his back and swung hard at Hasharan.

The blow took him right on the shoulder and cracked the plate. Mist began to leak from it sharply. In a last resort, Hasharan ran at the figure with plait aided speed and tackled him to the ground, holding him in a headlock.

A single soldier noticed the trapped figure and ran his sword through it, piercing Hasharan’s plate in the shoulder, stabbing right through him. He passed out from the pain as the soldier was cut down by a blue creature, and his sword shattered at the point where it pierced him.

He woke up surrounded by ash, mist, and corpses. Mostly human, but some blue creatures. Hungry, he searched for food, but all plants had been destroyed by the mist and ashfall. Unable to survive on this dying planet, Hasharan retreated to Alley City, where he found he could mimic the powers of a lurcher and began to incorporate them into his fighting style.

Guild: The Diagramists