Cavander Faldron
| Cavander Faldron | |
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| Kah-van-der Fald-ron | |
| Created by | Lasse Jensen |
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| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Drin |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Andoran |
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Cavander Faldron is an Andoran Drin of the Grey Tower.
Description
Cavander is a tall, fit man in his early twenties. Standing around two meters tall, he tends to top most other Andorans by a fair bit. With broad shoulders and a muscled frame he 'should' be a handsome man. However, his face tends to take any notion of that away.
Cavander's face is, by the kindest interpretation, bland. A wide, heavy brow, deepset brown eyes and a square jaw makes him less than friendly to look at, and his hair, the colour of dirty straw, doesn't help.
Born with these almost thuggish looks, he tends to combat them by appearing as straight and neat as possible at all times. His clothes are immaculately kept, and his unruly, rough hair is kept tightly tied back in a short tail at the nape of his neck.
He is usually a bit reserved, preferring to keep his distance from people to avoid unpleasant reactions from strangers, and keeps his speech as well modulated and articulate as he can, despite his common background. However, once he open up a bit, he turns out to be naturally talkative, with a loud, rolling laughter. His most common expression as a slightly forced smile, as if to keep his features from falling into the scowl they assume if he's not preventing it.
He's never seen without an old, battered book that he carries in a small leather pouch hanging from his belt, and is often seen reading through it when idle.
Biography
Cavander Faldron was born in the Andoran countryside around twenty years ago. He's not entirely sure how long ago himself, and tends to just shrug and answer 'old enough' when people asks.
He grew up on a farm, a happy enough life by anyone's standards. During most of his childhood, his parents were reasonably 'wealthy' by peasant standards. They had enough to eat, and even enough to buy some of the few nice things that his mother wanted for their home. Sharing the home with both his parents and five siblings, four of them older, it was a life not unlike many others.
When Cavander was around fourteen, his father's eyesight began to fail. Over the next two years, it vanished complately, and his oldest brother took over the farm. Pitching in to help as best he could, a young Cavander nevertheless saw his family starting to struggle as the times grew harder.
At the age of seventeen, he dug his fathers old sword out of the farm attick and went to join the army of their local noble. Tall and strong, he was accepted almost on sight, despite his lack of training. Here, along with other youngsters, he was taught the basics of weapons and fighting, enough not to stab himself or his shieldmate during battle. He made friends as well, other youngsters who saw the unrest gripping the lands as a chance to make their fortune. Many of them had families struggling to cope, like his, and meant to become rich or powerful through the path of the soldier, and save their home. How wrong they were.
As the Dragon Reborn set the world aflame, and petty nobles began scrabbling for power and survival, Cavander and his unit of green recruits saw their first, and only action, in a savage clash with renegade soldiers from Ghealdan. When the blood and dust settled, most of his regiment was dead, and their army routed. Only a handful, soldiers who had either been lucky enough to fall under a comrade and stay still, or fast enough to run for the forest nearby, had survived the clash. Cavander was one of the former. Waking up under the body of his shieldmate was the most horrifying experience of his life, covered in drying blood and watching the crows begin to descend on the battlefield.
With his hopes and dreams shattered, he drifted aimlessly down the roads, ending up in a small village where he found work as a bouncer for the local inn. Hard, honest work gradually restored his belief in life, even though most of that work involved moving heavy barrels of ale and occasionally throwing a drunk patron out on his ear. This was where he heard of the Grey Tower for the first time. As times grew ever worse, the talk always turned to the Aes Sedai and the Asha'man, or to the invaders from across the seas. The mention of the Grey Tower drew Cavanders attention like flies to honey, and despite himself he began asking questions of the travelers: Where was this place? how would one get there?
When enough people had pointed in the same direction, Cavander set out towards the Mountains, hoping to find the Tower and maybe, just maybe, help make a difference in a world rapidly spiralling out of control.
Career History
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