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Lets see I tried posting this once before but it didn't take. So for now I won't be anywhere near as descriptive as last time.

Name- Gerrard
Primary Weapon-Two-Handed Sword
Secondary Weapons-bow
Passive ability (has not yet been discovered) the ability to channel
Description- He had grown up in Andor, the son of a lesser noble house. When he was a child always wanted to be in the guard, but when he grew and join the guard and saw real combat was when his life changed. After seeing the after math of his first battle he decided he would serve his time in the guard, but after that was through he would become a wanderer seeing all that the world had to offer. During his travels he has learned many things including the sword from many teachers and knows many techniques. He has now even earned the heron-marked sword of a blademaster, but he still continues to travel. We is a rather tall man withcurly blonde hair that almost covers his blue eyes. Most people think him a fool, but to those that know him well know better. The scabbard of his sword is made of silver worked with gold on the bottom and up the side. He usually wears a dark blue cloak, and a good cut of wool. The clasp on his cloak is a Shield with a Dragon in the middle of it and crossed sowrds behind it representing his house. As he travels he hears story of great battles and great armies, and he begins to wonder how long it will be before he has to swim in the sea of blood and death again.

Name: Nariah Chisae

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Nariah is short, maybe 5'3, but her figure is toned and muscled from her hard life. Her hair tumbles to her shoulders in wild, black curls and her eyes are large in her pale, heart-shaped face, the color of beaten gold. Wolf's eyes, that's what they are. They sit under delicatly arched brows and above a small, short nose that is turned up ever so slightly at the end and covered in a dusting of freckles. Her mouth is wide and made for laughter and smiles.

Personality: Nariah is a laid back, care-free kind of person who smiles a lot and laughs easily. But she can be very serious, and has to be to live as she does. She never stays among people too much; she gets too much attention. She is more of a lone wolf than anything. Her wolven name is the icy moonlight that shines on the clear glass of a frozen lake, the air so cold you can see the steam, shadows and darkness, no light, no friends, and icy silence. There is more, but it is too hard to describe. To the wolves, she is is just Lone Fae.

History: Nariah lived happily with her mother in the village of Trefet, a small village outside of Tear. Her father had died years before in a building accident. But when she turned 13, she began to feel odd things. Voices. Wolfsister, they called her. It wasn't until she was 14, though, that she finally figured out what those voices were. Wolves. She felt a kinship with them, one she never had with the villagers. So, she packed a few things and left, not even leaving a note for her mother. In the wild, she became skilled with the bow and throwing daggers. She gained enough money as a fighter to buy herself two crescent blades which she keeps on her belt. Now, she has begun to hear rumors of another like her, a Lord. Maybe she can find this Lord, and others like her.

(umm hi im kinda new to this guild so bear with me)
Name: Ronan Mi'ashar
Age:17
Weapon: One power and a two handed sword.
Secondary Weapon: Hands and feet, quarterstaff.
Bio: Ronan grew up in a secluded village about ten miles north of Camlyn. He lived a quiet life with his parents, his two brothers, and his older sister. All of this changed when bandits came and raided the village they lived in. While Ronan was trying to get away he was surrounded by bandits who intended to kill him. It was then he first channeled Saidin and called a lighting bolt down that struck one of the men and scared the rest of them witless. Ronan in his blind panic jumped onto his fathers Tarien stock horse named Roanheart and fled. It wasn't until many days later that he realized that he could channel Saidin and sought out the black tower. He is now currently a Soldier working on becoming a dedicated. He shows promising skill with a sword and may one day earn the title of blademaster, he already has natural skill with a bow and arrow because he used to hunt in the woods with his father.

Name: Alex Manfandorian
Age: 16
Weapons: Sword, Two Rivers Long Bow
Learning to use one power

I was trained by my father to become a Soldier in the army or Shiener(Sp?) (the country in the boder lands that Rand and them went to in the first book) Found on a Dedicateds search for Men who can channel, I can weild the one power with great strength or so I am told but am just learning to use the power. Wishes on day to become one of the Asha'Man

Name: Estle Nimrothell
Age: 17
Birthplace: Unknown
Weapon: Saidar, Long bow, sometimes a shortsword
Discripion: Long black hair and Violet eyes.
Bio: On the run from the white tower, who wishs to put her in novice white, she seeks refuge at the black tower. She doesn't know much about weilding Saidar but has the potential to be one of the strongest Aes Sedai in history. Only problem, she has no wish to become Aes Sedai.

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Name: Jake Severn

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Ethnic group(race): Tairen, though he joined the Tuatha'an.

passive Ability(yet to be known): Channeler/Dreamer.

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 155

Build: Medium build, Muscular, and broad Shouldered, He appears to be more of a Walords apprentice, then a Peaceful Tuatha'an.. though he does more Manual chorse, he still dances as graceful as the next. He has Muscular legs from his constant dancing, and walks with the grace only Tuatha'an can have.

Hair: dark Auburn, cut short, to about 1 1/2inches. it makes him appear a soldier, and yet, not one at the same time.

Eyes: Average and almond shaped. They are azure blue, with lighter and darker stripes going from the pupils.

Skin: Paler then a domani, but dusker then a cairhienen originaly, he is somewhat tanned from all his excursisons with the traveling people.

Face: slightly square in shape, he has strong eyebrows that curve upward slightly, his nose is slightly pointed. He has a thin mouth and slightly pointed chin.

Clothing: He wears Brown baggy breeches, and a brightly coloured sash. with a jacket that fits snuggly, but flares out at the bottom, usualy dull coloured, until you reach the cuffs, and hem of the jacket and Breeches. They are brightly coloured stripe of colour that are a pain to look at sometimes, otehr times, not so much.

Accessories: none to speak of at the moment.

Make-up and tattoos: none to speak of.

Likes: Music, animals, reading, nature of any kind.

Dislikes: Violence and danger.

Personality: Calm and collected, He would seem to have been raised by a warlord, Often returnin to the oneness, the eternal void, to keep him cool and distant. though he loves to dance, read and enjoy being in the feilds. He can often be flamboyant and forward, and when drunk, he becomes amazingly honest.

Quick History: He left his family home, to join the tuatha'an at a young age, around 9 or ten. He joined one band, and when thy passed the black tower being built, he didnt like the darkness and decided tha he would never return. couple months later, Rand released the channelers needed, and one of the ewly raised Asha'man appeared in his troup, and took him along un willingly. thus began his adventure in the black tower, though refusing to wear the black, he has the power to be one of the stronger, but far from strongest in the asha'man.

Name- Vincent Aldeair
Age- 27
Race- Malkier*survivor*
Weapon- A single longsword, a gift from his father
Abilities- Channeling*though he knows not how strong, or even how*

Bio- A soldier in Malkier before its fall. He fought against the hordes but his father told him to run and live, He watched his father die on the end of a Mydraals sword. He fled from Malkier, he roams around the shame of running weighs heavily upon his soul.

Description- Tall standing at about 6'4, with skin tanned from the sun. His face is hard and looks like it is and will always be set in a kind of melancholy. His eyes a deep dark blue are both the eyes of a soldier and someone where their world has been turned upside down. Long black hair tied back with a hadori, A long scar travels down right side of his face from hairline to chin, a momento from a Bandit that almost got the better of him. He is muscular which is from his days as a soldier of Malkier. His left arm is completely missing, it is a mark of the first time he took on a Trolloc. He has learned much since then. He wears a dark green button up with only one arm the other sowed off at the shoulder, a dark brown coat buttoned up, with dark brown pants tucked into turned down leather boots.