Aric Cosamaru

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Aric Cosamaru
AR-ic co-sa-MA-ru
Created by Eric Robins
Gender Male
Occupation Asha'man of the Indigo Ajah
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Nationality Kandori
Weapon Skills
  • Bow ✦✦✦✦✦
  • Polearms ✦✦
OP Strength 7.1
Affinities Earth, Spirit, Fire, Air, Water

Aric Cosamaru is a Kandori Indigo Oathsworn Asha'man of the Grey Tower.


Aric Cosamaru is a young man from Kandor, about 5 feet 11 inches with short pale brown hair and eyes that are either green or brown depending on how the light takes them. The son and apprentice to the blacksmith of a small village he is quite muscular. Always careful of his greater physical strength he rarely gets angry and he regrets it deeply when he does. He has a farely positive outlook on life, never depressed but never really joyful he is content with his life as a blacksmith. Considered handsome but not greatly so he is well liked by most. The strangest things about him are his eyebrows which turn upwards at the end giving his face an almost feline appearance.


Aric Cosamaru was born in a small village in the northern part of Kandor the son of the local blacksmith. Later he became apprenticed to his father and became a fit, muscular young man. Because of this he rarely gets angry for fear he might hurt someone. However a sore spot for him is his mother who ran away with a merchants guard when he was very young, some of the other village boys tease him about this and this is virtually the only topic that can get him angry.

One day after being teased particularly harshly by the village youth Aric retreated to the smithy. After a while his father came in to watch him at work hammering away at a piece of metal, when the metal cooled to the point where it would need to be heated again Aric's father noticed the forge was not hot. Before he could say anything Aric picked up the metal and stared at intensely for a few seconds till it glowed white-hot. Aric's father was a smart man, and he had heard of these Asha'man from merchants, he knew this must be the One Power. He watched in horror as his son created a large bowl, heating it with no visible means when need be. The strange thing was Aric didn't even seem to realize what he was doing. When Aric was finished he set the object on the anvil, and stared at the object, its surface seemed to ripple before settling to reveal the surface covered with intricate patterns and scrolls. Aric jerked as if coming out of a trance, "Father" he whispered seeing his father by the door, "what just happened?? "I'm not sure but...son, can you channel?"

They both jerked as a scream came from the doorway, a villager who had come to ask for an item had heard and was running away shouting at the top of her longs that they were all going to die. "Son quick you have to leave the village" Aric's father said, "even if you can't channel the mere rumor that you can could mean trouble." Within minutes Aric had packed his bags and his father was ushering him out the door. "I'll come back Dad I promise." "Yes son you will I'm sure of it but now you have to go before a mob forms at the mere thought of a man who can channel." Aric ran through the streets trying to keep out of sight as sounds started to come from the direction of the smithy. Then as he rounded a corner the very group of miscreants who had forced him to retreat to the smithy in the first place appeared. Apparently they had heard the reason why he was fleeing as they stayed well away from him, however they began to shout at him, insulting and teasing, saying how his trull of a mother had given birth to a freak. This quickly got him angry as he had very fond memories of his mother even though she had run away. His anger grew till he whirled around to confront the group, which had grown a little, and suddenly one of the original taunters flew backwards and slammed into a wall. Aric looked on in horror as a woman ran over to the now silent taunter and screamed, "He's dead!" Almost immediately the crowd dispersed screaming about how Aric was already going mad and they were all going to die.

Aric remembered little of the next few hours, except for running through the countryside. Eventually he came to an abandoned stone building where he stopped for the night. As he woke up he heard noises and what sounded like voices. As his eyes opened he saw three people sitting around a fire, one man and two women. Aric yelped and tried to push himself farther backwards not realizing he was already against a wall. The three strangers turned to face him when he yelped. One woman his mind couldn't place an age on no matter what, and the other seemed to be ready to leap into motion on an instant. The man seemed more ordinary physically however his clothing was quite strange, there were two pins on the collar of his black coat, one a sword and the other looked to be some creature Aric did not recognize.

"Greetings" said the woman of unidentifiable age "I am Sofina Tamaala, an Aes Sedai of the Indigo Ajah." "And I am Havin Kirinto, an Asha'man of the Green Ajah, and she" he said gesturing to the other woman "is my warder, do not worry we will not harm you." The Asha'man raised his hand and a small flame appeared between him and Aric as the Aes Sedai spoke again. ?We are both from the Grey Tower by the way which is an organization of both male and female channelers. Since you will most likely be traveling with us you may call me Sofina Sedai and you may call him Havin Asha'man." Soon after she finished speaking the flame disappeared from the air. ?Well it appears you were born with the spark, I'm not surprised it manifested now considering what drove you to the smithy. We talked to your father by the way, we were actually in the village inn when it all happened, and he told us a little about you and he gave us that ter'angreal you made." The Aes Sedai went over to their bags against a wall and started rummaging through them.

"A what?" asked Aric hoarsely. "He speaks" the man said, his mouth twitched in what might have been a smile.

"A ter'angreal is something that uses the One Power, and you made one on your first time channeling, the Indies will probably want to get there hands on you." Sofina Sedai gave the man a flat stare at the term Indie, Aric supposed that it was a slang term for her Ajah. "Speaking of ter'angreal here is the one you made, it is quite interesting, I think I have some idea what it does, Havin would you channel spirit here please" she said pointing at the center of the bowl. Aric though he felt something as Havin Asha'man looked at the bowl but he wasn't sure. Suddenly the image of a woman appeared over the bowl it was a little fuzzy and about a foot tall.

"Do you know this woman?" Sofina Sedai asked. "My mother." Aric whispered. "Hmm, that may explain why the word memories is inscribed around the rim. It can be studied further when we get to the tower.? she said decisively as she got up to put the thing back in the bag it came from. ?He will be going with us correct?" she said.

"He should," said Havin Asha'man "so he doesn't kill himself or others." Both he and Sofina Sedai looked at Aric expectantly. "Well aren't you going to say something?" the Aes Sedai asked. Aric fainted dead away.

On the way to the Gray Tower, Havin Asha'man taught Aric a little about the power and it was found that Aric had what the Asha'man called a bar, Aric could not make any weave that he knew to be a weapon no matter how hard he tried. The Asha'man dismissed this as a problem to be dealt with at a later time. Aric thought the reason why he had the bar had something to do with the man he had accidentally killed with the power back in the village, Havin agreed. So Aric resigned himself to a life in this Gray Tower as they called it. It couldn't be all that bad; the only way to find out was to try.

Career History

  • Soldier
  • Dedicated
  • Asha'man of the Indigo Ajah
  • First Seeker of the Indigo Ajah (1 August 2012)
  • Warder-Channeller Representative
  • M'Hael