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Character Information
Character Name: Kent Forest
Character Type/Profession: Thief/Collector
Character Age: 17
Character Gender: Male
Character Skills/Talents: He picks locks. He also is excellent at moving silently and hiding, almost as well as a Warder. He also has the talent of sensing ter'angreal and angreal. He has to stay around them a certain amount of time to be able to sense them.
Character Weaknesses:He can't resist the temptation of valuable objects like large gems and ornate objects. He also can't resist a challenge.
Character Strengths:He is smart and is a great tactician.

Character History: Kent was born in Arafel, close to the border with Andor. His father and mother were soldiers in the army. Kent was smaller then normal but his intelligence offset that disadvantage. His parents started teaching him how to wield blades at the age of five, giving him his own set of tiny daggers. He led a normal, happy life with his parents until two years later when his father was acidentally killed in a training practice when his opponent knocked him over and his head struck a rock. After the funeral, his mother became so enraged over his death that she challenged him to a duel where she killed the man and then died later due to blood loss.

With no immediate family, Kent was adopted by an old women who lived with her two grandchildren. Kent's knives were taken away as she thought that he would poke someone's eyes out with them. He was always being bullied by the kids and had to cobble together a hand-to-hand combat to keep them at bay. Besides that, he was well taken care of, had plenty of food to eat, and had his own room. At 12, he was entered into the Young Fighter's Academy. His knives were given back and he was given a choice of new weapons from the instructor. He chose two dirks(dirks are kind of like short swords). He shared a room with three other boys who teased him about his shortness but never roughed him up.

The first year was spent for the students to learn basic stances and practice alone with their chosen weapons. Kent absorbed tactical information like a dry sponge and was always at the head of that class. THe classes continued in the second year but they also paired them off against each other with wooden weapons. Kent made up for his lack of strength through his speed and strategy. He was very good but he was not the best. His third year the instructors introduced the battlefield simulation. It was an open field with trees, bushes, and valleys where they would have two teams of students. The main goal was to defeat the other team. Kent was appointed head of one team by an instructor who thought he had a lot of potential. His team won almost all of the battles.

At the end of his third year he was set upon by a group of less skilled students who were jealous of his victories. Kent had left his dirks in his room but had his knives hidden throughout his person. As they trapped him and started to beat him, he reflexively drew one of his knives and threw it. It stabbed one of the students through the heart. The other students ran off in fear that he had more knives. Kent stared in shock at the knife buried in the other boy's chest. Fear overtook him. He yanked the knife out and wiped the blood off on the boy's shirt. He ran to his room where he collected some of his belongings, his dirks, a jet raven on a silver string that was one of his mother's only possesions, and a small painting of his parents. He left the Academy and crossed the border into Andor.

There he discovered his proficiency as a thief as he traveled. He became profitable but certainly not rich. He always wears the raven around his neck to remind him of what he did. He is constatntly on the move.
Special Items:
None. . . yet
Role Play Sample
Lastly, expand on this scene (remember: the more creativity and detail, the better):
Your character is inside the walls of a large city. Take your character into a tavern or an inn and order a drink.

Kent walked back into the inn he was staying at after a very prosperous day of pickpocketing. He sat down at the bar and signaled the bartender, Hart, to pour him a drink. Kent had to prove to the man that he was old enough due to the fact that he looked three to five years younger than he actually was. A tankard skid across the table into Kent's waiting hand as Hart slid it down. Kent raised the tankard to his lips and took a long pull at it. His ears picked up the sound of the inn door slamming behind him and a squat man in fine silk slid into the stool next to Kent. Kent secretly glanced at the man before taking a sip of his drink.

"You stole my purse last night," The man said,"I want it back or you're a dead boy."

Kent turned toward the man with a shocked expression on his face.

"You're saying that I stole your purse? That's not possible. I was here all last night drinking. In fact, the bartender had to pay two men to haul me up in my bed last night. You can ask him yourself."

The man looked uncertainly at Kent before replying,"But I could of sworn it was you I saw last night. Of course, I didn't get a very long look."

Kent shook his head,"As I said, I was here all last night. But, I wonder..." Kent stared thoughtfully into his mug.

"What is it? If you know anything about it please tell me. My wife and children will starve if I don't find that purse."

Kent glanced at the man for a moment before saying, "Yesterday morning, I was at a shop looking for a present for someone I know when I could have sworn I saw a boy just like me except younger and he didn't have a scar on his face." Kent gestered at a scar that ran from the base of his ear to his chin. "I got it from a sword fight a year or two back. Anyway, he ducked out from the Crown of Thorns inn across town from here."

The man beamed and thanked Kent profusely after Kent gave him explicit instructions about how to get to the inn from here. Then he hurried out.

Kent got up and went up to his room after leaving a silver coin in his tankard. He packed up his few possesions into a sack and came back down. He gave the bartender three gold coins as payment for the room and to put off the man for as long as possible when he came back. Then he slipped out the back door to avoid notice.

Kent pulled out a wet piece of cloth and began rubbing vigorously at the make-up that made up his "scar." While it slowly came off, he headed toward the town gates all the while thinking about what a fool that man was. Anyone could tell that that man was rich by his clean, silk clothes and if he had so little money then why would he waste it on beer. Besides, Kent knew he had had two other fat purses on his belt.

Controlled by Galadedrid Damodred

Character Name: Calis Altaan

Character Type/Profession: Cairhienin Historian/scholar/philosopher.

Character Age: 17

Character Gender: Male

Character Skills/Talents: He can quickly read and memorize large portions of text, he can play the harp, he knows how to use a bow, he can run really fast.

Character Weaknesses: He's very ticklish, he gets hay fever, he can never walk past a book without picking it up and flicking through it, he's frightened of Aes Sedai.

Character Strengths: He can read and memorize large portions of text, he can use a bow, he can jump high, run fast, balance well, he can speak like a noble with authority and eloquence and he kicks really hard.

Character History: Calis was born in Cairhien in the year 981 NE, which makes him 17. He picked up an interest in philosophy from Herid Fel (a friend of his uncle's) and promptly began to dive into the academic world. At the age of sixteen, he left Cairhien to travel about and see the changes the Dragon Reborn was bringing about in the world.