Post by Lyraes Merrordren on Dec 5, 2021 10:58:19 GMT
Name: Lyraes Merrordren
Age: 23
Nationality: Malkieri
Place of Birth: Malkier
Place of Residence: Tar Valon/The Borderlands
Affiliation: The White Tower
Rank/Title: Trainee Warder
One Power Strength: 0
Air: 0 | Earth: 0 | Fire: 0 | Spirit: 0 | Water: 0
Date they were raised to Novice/Soldier: N/A
Date they were raised to Accepted/Dedicated: N/A
Date they were raised to Aes Sedai/Asha'man: N/A
Date they were raised to any other rank: N/A
Talents: Wolf Brother
Weave Affinities: N/A
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 | Hand-Held: 6 | Stave: 3 | Thrown: 1 | Ranged: 5 | Mounted: 5
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 251 lbs
Build/Complexion: Deceptively slender with narrow hips, broader shoulders and thick muscles
Eye/Hair Color: Piercing yellow eyes with brown hair
Distinguishing Features:
Wolves and their human brethren carry themselves with the confidence of predators and the more time a Wolf Brother spends with his pack the more like a wolf he becomes, slowly twisting them into men of animalistic instincts. Many Wolf Brothers, like Lyraes, try to find a balance between the wolf within and their humanity lest they lose themselves to the beastial instincts. Lyraes is determined to serve a cause greater than himself to fill the void left by his relationship with his father and sister, determined to never be alone and always be something better. He is scared of loneliness and fears his bond with the wolves beneath all of the layers of determination and acceptance, Lyraes is ultimately a withdrawn quiet man prone to bouts of deep thought and strong emotions. He believes that he needs to redeem himself, for the choices he has made and the influence he allowed his father to have over him.
Beyond his need for redemption and his fear of the bond with the wolves Lyraes is a creative and gentle man, he loves music and poetry. Philosophical thought often occupies him, taking hours of his day from him as he ponders the meaning of things. He forces himself to be optimistic and proactive, pushing to be better despite his doubts niggling away at him and his own mind accusing him of being an imposter.
Born in the heart of Winter, Lyraes was the first to come into the world followed by his twin sister Leonie Merrordren. Even as their father celebrated the birth of his heir their mother faded from the world, the Aes Sedai healers could not save her and yet Olvan, the patriarch of the family, simply did not care. He had an heir and so his children were given into the care of the wet nurses and household staff. The staff raised the twins, teaching them to read and write, to sing and play instruments and even to ride while Olvan led his band of warriors seeking glory throughout the Blight and the Borderlands. For years they only saw their father in passing until finally he returned to the estate to take control of his children’s education, after all his heir and daughter should be warriors like every Merrordren before them. Even living in the same house their father remained cold, watching them from afar and only spending time with them with a blade in hand. Lyraes wanted his father’s acceptance and love in the same way he wanted to be close to his sister, he wanted to live up to all of their expectations right up until the day he challenged his father.
Amused, Olvan accepted the challenge and they laid out their terms. Victory would mean that Leonie could be freed from her training duties, left to become whoever she wanted to be and Lyraes would be marked as a warrior. Defeat would mean that Lyraes would give up all of his pursuits and focus solely on the path of a warrior like his father, a worthwhile heir. Neither father nor son would ever discuss their agreement, sworn under oath to silence upon the matter, but when they crossed swords it became obvious who would win. Lyraes fought on valiantly, earning his father’s grudging respect, for nearly five minutes until his father parried a strike and delivered a punishing counter to his son, the pommel of his blade fracturing Lyraes’ jaw in one decisive motion. Olvan conceded that his son had talent and potential, though he was scrawny and obstinate. Leaving his son to heal, and instructions to prepare for the new training regime which the twins would suffer through, Olvan rode out once more to hunt down a group of bandits plying their trade upon the road between Malkier and Tar Valon.
And the bandits claimed the life of Olvan in a bloody battle, the honourable Lord Merrordren severely underestimating the size of the force. His body and his wishes were returned to the estate, to his son he bequeathed his armour and blade (though he stipulated he could only claim the blade when he defeated his father’s right-hand man) and to his daughter he granted the estate and all of the wealth and influence therein. To fulfil his father’s wishes and earn the heirloom blade Lyraes would have to master the sword, thus his father’s second wish for him came to pass. Lyraes knew he needed to find tutors who might help him advance to the level of a Blademaster. The night before he departed the estate Lyraes first dreamed of the wolves, seeing the world through the eyes of Old Scar even as the blood of his prey filled his mouth. Lyraes awoke three hours before dawn to the howling of wolves, in a cold sweat and he left before the first suggestion of sunlight even kissed the sky. He wanted to say goodbye to his sister and yet he could not bring himself to disappoint her further, for he had ever been their father’s favourite and yet he’d always been unable to connect with her properly. The cold light of the morning, in the wake of Olvan’s death and the wolf dream, made his failures quite apparent to him as he travelled south.
His first tutor was a cruel man with a foul temper who smelled so strongly of drink that Lyraes could not help it when doubt began to creep in, had this man truly earned the Heron marked blade at his hip or had he stolen it. Lyraes studied with him for a year before moving on and all the while he could feel the wolves moving in his wake. The same pack, every night he dreamed of them and of the hunt as the wolves tried to reach their new human brother but Lyraes was not ready to embrace them yet, for he did not understand what was happening to him. All of the masters he found after refused to train him, finding his request banile and his amber eyes unnerving and unnatural. He turned his eye to Tear and the Tairen swordsmen who had a reputation for their unique and flamboyant yet decisive style of swordplay, hoping that they might offer him the training and shelter he needed. Ultimately he would never make it, instead being harried by the wolves towards Tar Valon until he finally began to accept them as a part of his life, embracing the dreams and thus walking the Wolf Dream in his own right. He began to understand the wolves and their wish to protect their newest pack member, driving him towards the city where he would be safe to train among true masters of combat; the Warders.
The Warders took him in, noting the crest of his family upon the armour despite the muck and the way the young man carried himself. The Warders tested the boy and found that he had talent, some skill and yet he lacked the discipline of a warder nor did he have the strength of a swordsman so they set about conditioning him. For the first few months he trained under the tutelage of a specific warder who took an interest in him, a grizzled old man with more scars than hairs name Perikan, Perikan drove him to the very edge pushing him harder and harder each day. Eventually Perikan left with his Aes Sedai and Lyraes joined the other Warder trainees in their training every day and every night he left the city for a few hours to bond with the Wolves and begin to understand the strange gift. His eyes continued to change, shocking him, and he grew stronger and faster with every passing day until the younger trainees could no longer keep up with him and so he was forced to train with the elders who were far older and more experienced, including the visiting warders while their Aes Sedai conducted business within the Tower. Word reached Lyraes during his training that the Merrordren estate stood empty, that the house no longer had a head and thus those who lived there were managing the land as they saw fit which he took to be news of his twin’s passing. He threw himself into his training ignoring the warnings of the yardmaster, giving in to the Wolf within and embracing a more instinctual, ferocious and fluid style of fighting.
He has committed himself to the life of a warder, with or without a bond, rejecting the legacy of his father though determined to claim the blade of the Merrordren’s, unaware of his sister’s presence within the White Tower…
TIMELINE
91 FA- The Winter Solstice, Lyraes and Ilin are born, Meera Merrordren dies following complications with the labour.
96 FA- Lyraes and Ilin begin their training, their father Olvan distances himself accepting more contracts
104 FA- Lyraes challenges Olvan, he loses the duel
107FA- Lyraes begins his journey south, his first master is a drunk who trains him briefly before Lyraes leaves. he visits several warriors of repute upon his journey, he moved on after meeting each of them as they refused to train him.H
108FA (spring)- The wolves first make contact with Lyraes, the bond begins to grow, Ilan joins the White Tower as a Novice without Lyraes’ knowing.
108FA (winter)- Lyraes accepts the wolves and vice versa, he reaches Tar Valon
109FA (spring)- Lyraes petitions as a nobleman to train with the Warders, his training begins shortly after
112FA- Lyraes begins sparring with the bonded warders, awaiting the bond.
Books read: New Spring - Winters Heart
Age: 23
Nationality: Malkieri
Place of Birth: Malkier
Place of Residence: Tar Valon/The Borderlands
Affiliation: The White Tower
Rank/Title: Trainee Warder
One Power Strength: 0
Air: 0 | Earth: 0 | Fire: 0 | Spirit: 0 | Water: 0
Date they were raised to Novice/Soldier: N/A
Date they were raised to Accepted/Dedicated: N/A
Date they were raised to Aes Sedai/Asha'man: N/A
Date they were raised to any other rank: N/A
Talents: Wolf Brother
Weave Affinities: N/A
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 | Hand-Held: 6 | Stave: 3 | Thrown: 1 | Ranged: 5 | Mounted: 5
APPEARANCE
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 251 lbs
Build/Complexion: Deceptively slender with narrow hips, broader shoulders and thick muscles
Eye/Hair Color: Piercing yellow eyes with brown hair
Distinguishing Features:
- Jagged scar on the left side of his jaw
- Always wearing his Hadori
- Long, dark birthmark on his right shoulder blade
PERSONALITY
Wolves and their human brethren carry themselves with the confidence of predators and the more time a Wolf Brother spends with his pack the more like a wolf he becomes, slowly twisting them into men of animalistic instincts. Many Wolf Brothers, like Lyraes, try to find a balance between the wolf within and their humanity lest they lose themselves to the beastial instincts. Lyraes is determined to serve a cause greater than himself to fill the void left by his relationship with his father and sister, determined to never be alone and always be something better. He is scared of loneliness and fears his bond with the wolves beneath all of the layers of determination and acceptance, Lyraes is ultimately a withdrawn quiet man prone to bouts of deep thought and strong emotions. He believes that he needs to redeem himself, for the choices he has made and the influence he allowed his father to have over him.
Beyond his need for redemption and his fear of the bond with the wolves Lyraes is a creative and gentle man, he loves music and poetry. Philosophical thought often occupies him, taking hours of his day from him as he ponders the meaning of things. He forces himself to be optimistic and proactive, pushing to be better despite his doubts niggling away at him and his own mind accusing him of being an imposter.
HISTORY
Born in the heart of Winter, Lyraes was the first to come into the world followed by his twin sister Leonie Merrordren. Even as their father celebrated the birth of his heir their mother faded from the world, the Aes Sedai healers could not save her and yet Olvan, the patriarch of the family, simply did not care. He had an heir and so his children were given into the care of the wet nurses and household staff. The staff raised the twins, teaching them to read and write, to sing and play instruments and even to ride while Olvan led his band of warriors seeking glory throughout the Blight and the Borderlands. For years they only saw their father in passing until finally he returned to the estate to take control of his children’s education, after all his heir and daughter should be warriors like every Merrordren before them. Even living in the same house their father remained cold, watching them from afar and only spending time with them with a blade in hand. Lyraes wanted his father’s acceptance and love in the same way he wanted to be close to his sister, he wanted to live up to all of their expectations right up until the day he challenged his father.
Amused, Olvan accepted the challenge and they laid out their terms. Victory would mean that Leonie could be freed from her training duties, left to become whoever she wanted to be and Lyraes would be marked as a warrior. Defeat would mean that Lyraes would give up all of his pursuits and focus solely on the path of a warrior like his father, a worthwhile heir. Neither father nor son would ever discuss their agreement, sworn under oath to silence upon the matter, but when they crossed swords it became obvious who would win. Lyraes fought on valiantly, earning his father’s grudging respect, for nearly five minutes until his father parried a strike and delivered a punishing counter to his son, the pommel of his blade fracturing Lyraes’ jaw in one decisive motion. Olvan conceded that his son had talent and potential, though he was scrawny and obstinate. Leaving his son to heal, and instructions to prepare for the new training regime which the twins would suffer through, Olvan rode out once more to hunt down a group of bandits plying their trade upon the road between Malkier and Tar Valon.
And the bandits claimed the life of Olvan in a bloody battle, the honourable Lord Merrordren severely underestimating the size of the force. His body and his wishes were returned to the estate, to his son he bequeathed his armour and blade (though he stipulated he could only claim the blade when he defeated his father’s right-hand man) and to his daughter he granted the estate and all of the wealth and influence therein. To fulfil his father’s wishes and earn the heirloom blade Lyraes would have to master the sword, thus his father’s second wish for him came to pass. Lyraes knew he needed to find tutors who might help him advance to the level of a Blademaster. The night before he departed the estate Lyraes first dreamed of the wolves, seeing the world through the eyes of Old Scar even as the blood of his prey filled his mouth. Lyraes awoke three hours before dawn to the howling of wolves, in a cold sweat and he left before the first suggestion of sunlight even kissed the sky. He wanted to say goodbye to his sister and yet he could not bring himself to disappoint her further, for he had ever been their father’s favourite and yet he’d always been unable to connect with her properly. The cold light of the morning, in the wake of Olvan’s death and the wolf dream, made his failures quite apparent to him as he travelled south.
His first tutor was a cruel man with a foul temper who smelled so strongly of drink that Lyraes could not help it when doubt began to creep in, had this man truly earned the Heron marked blade at his hip or had he stolen it. Lyraes studied with him for a year before moving on and all the while he could feel the wolves moving in his wake. The same pack, every night he dreamed of them and of the hunt as the wolves tried to reach their new human brother but Lyraes was not ready to embrace them yet, for he did not understand what was happening to him. All of the masters he found after refused to train him, finding his request banile and his amber eyes unnerving and unnatural. He turned his eye to Tear and the Tairen swordsmen who had a reputation for their unique and flamboyant yet decisive style of swordplay, hoping that they might offer him the training and shelter he needed. Ultimately he would never make it, instead being harried by the wolves towards Tar Valon until he finally began to accept them as a part of his life, embracing the dreams and thus walking the Wolf Dream in his own right. He began to understand the wolves and their wish to protect their newest pack member, driving him towards the city where he would be safe to train among true masters of combat; the Warders.
The Warders took him in, noting the crest of his family upon the armour despite the muck and the way the young man carried himself. The Warders tested the boy and found that he had talent, some skill and yet he lacked the discipline of a warder nor did he have the strength of a swordsman so they set about conditioning him. For the first few months he trained under the tutelage of a specific warder who took an interest in him, a grizzled old man with more scars than hairs name Perikan, Perikan drove him to the very edge pushing him harder and harder each day. Eventually Perikan left with his Aes Sedai and Lyraes joined the other Warder trainees in their training every day and every night he left the city for a few hours to bond with the Wolves and begin to understand the strange gift. His eyes continued to change, shocking him, and he grew stronger and faster with every passing day until the younger trainees could no longer keep up with him and so he was forced to train with the elders who were far older and more experienced, including the visiting warders while their Aes Sedai conducted business within the Tower. Word reached Lyraes during his training that the Merrordren estate stood empty, that the house no longer had a head and thus those who lived there were managing the land as they saw fit which he took to be news of his twin’s passing. He threw himself into his training ignoring the warnings of the yardmaster, giving in to the Wolf within and embracing a more instinctual, ferocious and fluid style of fighting.
He has committed himself to the life of a warder, with or without a bond, rejecting the legacy of his father though determined to claim the blade of the Merrordren’s, unaware of his sister’s presence within the White Tower…
TIMELINE
91 FA- The Winter Solstice, Lyraes and Ilin are born, Meera Merrordren dies following complications with the labour.
96 FA- Lyraes and Ilin begin their training, their father Olvan distances himself accepting more contracts
104 FA- Lyraes challenges Olvan, he loses the duel
107FA- Lyraes begins his journey south, his first master is a drunk who trains him briefly before Lyraes leaves. he visits several warriors of repute upon his journey, he moved on after meeting each of them as they refused to train him.H
108FA (spring)- The wolves first make contact with Lyraes, the bond begins to grow, Ilan joins the White Tower as a Novice without Lyraes’ knowing.
108FA (winter)- Lyraes accepts the wolves and vice versa, he reaches Tar Valon
109FA (spring)- Lyraes petitions as a nobleman to train with the Warders, his training begins shortly after
112FA- Lyraes begins sparring with the bonded warders, awaiting the bond.
Books read: New Spring - Winters Heart
