Danyk Kaldyn
| Danyk Kaldyn | |
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| Created by | Jordan Roe |
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| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Dedicated |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Andoran |
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| OP Strength | 8.0 |
| Affinities | Fire, Spirit, Earth, Air, Water |
Danyk Kaldyn is an Andoran Dedicated of the Grey Tower.
Description
Danyk has jet black hair, cut short but with strands that fall across his forehead. His eyes are greyish, framed inside a youthful face that has a somewhat serious cast to it. Having only celebrated 20 namedays, he is considered by most to be quite the handsome youth, and some would say his quietness adds an air of mystery about him. Since arriving at the Tower, Danyk has acquired a certain arrogance, though he tries to keep it under control. While the concept of a "friend" is somewhat foreign to him, for the sake of blending in he does his best to appear friendly, and is not adverse to using his good looks and charm to that effect. Danyk is ambitious, and there are few measures he would go to if it meant achieving his ends. A sworn Darkfriend, Danyk harbors dreams of one day being rewarded by the Dark One by being named one of the Chosen. Danyk often seeks solitude, preferring to walk alone and gather his thoughts.
Biography
"Boy!"
Danyk was jolted out of his silent reverie by the rough shout. Bracing himself against the side of the cart, he craned his neck around to peer up at the gnarled old man who had spoken. Ker Aslam's sour expression conveyed his displeasure at having any sort of company, and Danyk was sure it was merely the coin that had been offered that had convinced Ker to take on a passenger.
"We've almost reached Baerlon," the old man spat, "and that's as far as I'm taking you. You can walk the rest of the way to Elman’s Creek if you've a mind to. Count yourself lucky I haven't thrown you to the side of the road before now."
Suppressing a chuckle at the thought of the old man throwing him at all, Danyk settled back into his former position. That had been Ker's largest speech since they had set out from Whitebridge, although Danyk didn't mind. It gave him plenty enough time to think. His father had always told him he had his head in the clouds, but in truth it was far from it. Danyk was almost always aware of what was going on around him, save for a handful of times when his thoughts truly wandered off. Always observant, he noted every detail that appeared to him. He spoke no more than needed as well, believing that a careless or hasty word at the wrong moment would spell the end for him. Several times already, it almost had.
The Great Lord take him, but the journey was taking longer than he had expected. In spite of the bubble of frustration rising in his chest, Danyk smiled one of his rare smiles. A few days mattered little in the grand scheme of things.
Danyk's thoughts began to wander again, as he fondly remembered the day he swore his oaths and bound his life to serving the Shadow. He had been but a young boy then, his heart filled with ambitions of reaping the rewards that he had been assured the Great Lord of the Dark would bestow upon him. That had been several years ago, and Danyk was under no illusion that those rewards would be infinitely more difficult to obtain than he had first thought.
Treading carefully to avoid stepping in a puddle of mud, Danyk gazed into the town of Elman's Creek, searching for anything that might tell him what to do next. He had been so concentrated on getting here that he had not really figured out what his next step would be. A glimpse of a black coat out of the corner of his eye solved the problem quickly.
He had no trouble catching up with the black-coated fellow.
"Pardon, Asha'man?"
The man turned around, and indeed his night-black coat bore both the silver sword and golden dragon pins. The man's sun-blonde hair hung down to his shoulders, and a bushy moustache of the same coloring adorned his lower lip. His dark eyes regarded Danyk as of he was a stray dog that had almost tripped him up. Danyk decided it was best to get straight to the point.
"My apologies, Asha'man, but I was hoping you might be able to help me travel safely to the Grey Tower, in hopes of being tested?"
It irked Danyk somewhat that he had to be polite to a man who was surveying him with such an air of arrogance, but he knew that rudeness would get him nowhere today.
"Phaw! You're the third one today! The one time I decide to come to the village for the day, and I'm besieged by hordes of country louts who think they're the next Lews Therin. Well, let's be on with it boy, so that I can continue about my business."
Danyk almost jumped as a flickering flame appeared between them at about chest height.
"Concentrate on the flame, boy. Clear your mind of everything else."
The minutes seemed to pass by like hours, until suddenly, Danyk felt...something. It was unlike anything he could describe, and it left him tingling all over. The blonde man was stroking his moustache.
"Well, I guess every so often we get lucky. Well, there's no turning back for you now boy, you're off to the Grey Tower. This won't be a Sunday picnic, you'll be wishing you could throw yourself off a bridge before we're done with you."
The man sauntered off laughing, plainly expecting Danyk to follow. The reality dawned on him, he could channel. For the second time that day, Danyk smiled. The smile belied the thoughts that truly ran through his head, as he was already planning how the blonde man and all the rest in the Light-accursed Tower would meet their end.
Career History
- Soldier
- Dedicated (16 February 2010)
- Council of Youth (19 January 2010)
