Cian Bravere

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Cian Bravere
KEE-an BRA-veer
Created by Michael
Information
Gender Male
Occupation Dedicated
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Nationality Far Maddinger
Attributes
Masteries
OP Strength 6.5
Affinities Fire, Spirit, Air, Earth, Water

Cian Bravere is a Far Maddinger Dedicated of the Grey Tower.

Description

In Far Madding style, Cian keeps his auburn hair long, and tied back. It falls about half of the way down his back. His eyes are a dark gray.

Cian stands about a span and 3 inches. Being thin, and having little visible muscle, Cian appears frail. Most would say he looks ill, or starving.

As a son of a merchant, Cian was trained from an early age to deal with people. He knows when to bargain, and when to stand his ground. He knows when to be nice and when to put an edge in his tone. Cian can be quite an actor. However, when he's not putting on a show, Cian is quite timid and shy.

When he's alone, Cian prefers to sit back and read. Cian also loves bartering. It's what he was raised to do. If there's a deal to be made, he'll make it.

Biography

I remember those early days very clearly. When I first touched the One Power, and when I headed to the Grey Tower. They are all as clear as day to me. When I first saw the world when I held saidin it was as if a fog was lifted from my eyes. It was such a rush. Maybe that's why I can still see it so clearly.

My mother is a tailor, my father a merchant. They fell in love while doing business. I was going to follow in my father's footsteps and become a merchant. When I was sixteen, he took me along with him to Tear. We were going to do some business. I had no idea how much that trip was going to change my life.


"Are you ready?" My father called to me as he finished gearing up to horses for the trip to Tear. The wagon was already stocked for the trip, and the cloth was already packed.

Mother was staying back to work on some more cloth, and manage our small store in Far Madding. It was just going to be my father and myself. I made my way down, and took a seat beside my father.

"You two better be safe." Mother called from the door.

"Don't you worry now. We'll be fine, right Cian?"

"Yeah." I said all too unenthusiastically.

"Don't tell me your homesick already, we're still in front of the store."

"I'm fine, really."

"Well, don't worry we'll be home soon."

And with that we started for Tear. It would be my first time out of Far Madding. I was both excited, and worried. What would Tear be like? I'd only heard stories. Was the Stone really as big as they said it was? So many thoughts raced through my head as we left.


The further we traveled from Far Madding the worse my mood grew. There was nothing out here. My father seemed happy enough. Why did he enjoy traveling? All you could do was watch the clouds go by, or count the trees you passed, or other pointless things. Hopefully tear would atleast have something to keep me entertained.


At last Tear! We came from the north, so we almost immediately passed into the richer section of the city. I could see the Stone outside of the city. It definitely was worth it to come, if even to see the stone from a distance. Although my sightseeing was cut short.

"Why don't you take a few examples of cloth and see what you can sell."

"But..."

"You're going to be a merchant one day. You have to start somewhere." My father said as he got down from the wagon. He moved to the back, and took out a few pieces of cloth. "Take these. Take them to any tailors you see, and see what you can do. I'm going to find and inn. I'll meet you back in this spot by sundown. That should give you a bit of time to go sightseeing."

"Fine." I mumbled as I took the silk and started wandering off. I had no idea where I was going, so I just let my feet carry me. After a few minutes of wandering I finally noticed where I was heading. The Stone. I forced myself to stop and look around. My thumb rubbed the cloth in my hand. My eyes searched around me. I saw a tailor's down the street a ways. I entered, and strode over to the desk. You can do this. I thought to myself.

"Excuse me. Would you happen to be the owner of this shop?" I said. I made sure to make my voice sound confident. I made sure to relax as well. I laid the cloth out in front of me.

"Yes. What would you like?" She said. She was a young woman, maybe in her early thirties. She had a motherly air about her.

"I was wondering, would you like to buy some cloth? I have some fine examples right here." I motioned to the cloth infront of me. "It's very good quality, I'm sure you would be able to make good use of it."

"I don't think so. I just received a shipment of cloth."

"Ah. I see. Well I'm sorry to take up some of your time. Well thank you any way. I'm pretty sure someone would like some of this fine cloth." I started to pick up some of the cloth.

"Wait."

"Hmm?"

"Let me take a look."


I ended up selling quite a bit of cloth. I met my father at the spot, and he took me to the inn he found. It was quite a respectable place, a gathering spot for merchants. My father had managed to sell quite a bit of cloth as well. Between us we managed to sell almost our entire stock. We were a week ahead of time.


My father had given me the rest of the week off. I spent my first day around the Stone. I spent an hour looking at the fortress. It blew my mind. I had a bit of coin so I went around the different shops looking for a bargain. I didn't find that many. But I figured as much. The richer seemed less willing to part with much coin.

The next day I figured I'd visit the street of the commoners. As soon as I stepped outside the wall I noticed a big difference. I immediately bought a pair of clogs to trudge through the mud. Without realizing it, I had found myself in the middle of the Maule.

I figured that I shouldn't spend to much time around here. I looked around for any shops that were close. After a while of wandering around I found myself hungry and thirsty. It was getting close to dusk, so I figured it would be a good time to start heading back to the inn.

When I arrived at the inn I found my father celebrating with a group of other merchants. They had all been drinking quite a bit.

"Son, I sold the rest of the cloth to a noble. They paid a pretty penny for it too. Why don't you celebrate too?"

"I couldn't..."

"Nonsense. Waitress, why don't you get some wine for the boy. Make sure it's watered down though."

"Mother said..."

"Nonsense. You did a fine job yesterday, you deserve to celebrate. Ah here's your drink."

My father handed me the cup the waitress had dropped of at the table. My father kept staring at me. I tried a small sip. It tasted funny, but I was thirsty, so I drank it in a few sips.

"There you go. Waitress, another one please."

After I few drinks I started to feel funny. I figured I'd best go up to our room. I stumbled up the stairs, and into our room. I fell asleep on my bed almost immediately.

That's when I had the first nightmare. I dreamt that I was being buried by an avalanche. A raging torrent engulfed me, and then there was darkness. I didn't wake up during the night at all, like you usually do with nightmares. Instead it was like I was extremely tired and I couldn't move.

The next morning I woke up in a different room. I walked downstairs and noticed my father arguing with the innkeeper. I stood by the stairs. I had a terrible headache, and it seemed like I had a feever. My father marched over to me.

"We're leaving." He said and marched right past me up the stairs.


"What happened?" I asked my father after Tear had disappeared from my sight.

"The window was broken during the night. The innkeeper tried holding me responsible for it."

"How did it break?"

"We don't know. Except that it was broken from the inside."

I shivered at the thought.

I had the nightmare again when we were very close to Far Madding. The avalanche, the raging torrent trying to swallow me whole. The next morning I had a bigger headache than I had in Tear. I could barely walk straight. When we got close to the city, I felt strange. Almost as if something were missing. I couldn't describe what was missing, because I had no idea. We noticed quite a few more guards thatn usual at the gate.

"Excuse me sir, but we need to talk to you." The one in charge said to my father. The soldier shot one glance at me, and continued. "It would probably be best in private. My men will keep an eye on your son.

It was a while until my father came back out. He looked flushed, as if he were angry. We rode home in silence.

"Go up to your room Cian, you deserve some rest." He said somberly. I knew something was wrong. My mother stood beside him with worried eyes. I slowly made my way to my room, and laid down. Within minutes I could hear shouting. I fell sleep shortly after.


The next that was happening was a rush. My parent packed my clothes up while I slept.

"You're going on a trip." My mother said calmly. I could see tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes though.

"Where am I going?" I asked, my mind full of confusion.

"We're sending you on a trip. There's a cart waiting for you outside the city. They know exactly where you're going. They're waiting go on." My father said in a hurry as he all but shoved me out the door. I had nothing else to do except to find the cart, and go along with it all.

"Do you know where I'm going?"

"The Grey Tower."

Career History

  • Soldier
  • Dedicated (7 March 2010)