|Affiliation||The Grey Tower|
Gaeln is a typical looking Aiel man. Tall, about six foot one, he had red hair that he normally wears loose, hanging to just passed his shoulders. When freshly washed, it is the bane of his existence, as if floats around his head like a fluffy red cloud, and he believes he looks ridiculous. His eyes are a deep brown, looking almost black in the right light, and they often shine with a vibrancy and charisma of a man that is mostly happy with his life. He smiles often, and the corners of his eyes and mouth are creased with the evidence of those smiles, lines etched deep in his sun tanned face. He is thin, but not emaciated, and strong but not buff. His body is closer to that of a runner than a wrestler. He carries a spear and shield on his back, a belt knife at his side, and a bow over his shoulder at most times.
He was raised the eldest son of a wise one named Alian, to a father who had passed on when he was far too young to even remember. He had three siblings, of different father's than he, all of whom married young and bore many children. Their love to their spouses, and the great families they created, proved to be his greatest longing in life and his drive to push through his hard future. He enjoyed, more than anything else, the times that the whole family gathered together and he was surrounded by his blood and kin. His mother, a gifted dreamer, had foreseen her child's future and made it clear to him from a very young age that he was to go to the Grey Tower to train as a warder, once he was old enough. But, she said firmly, he could not stay. His fate lie elsewhere, but the ties he would make in the tower would mean the world to his future. Though Gaeln loved and trusted his mother, he never understood why he had to leave his home, to leave the life of the Aiel. He would have preferred to stay and train as the other men did, to dance as the other men danced. But, as he was a dutiful son who trusted his mother, he did as his mother told. Despite his incessant prodding, she would never tell him more than what she thought he needed, and left her sad eyes to fill in the rest.
He arrived at the Grey Tower little more than a teenager. Almost immediately, he was taken in by one of the trainers there, one Garren Gaidin. He found that he enjoyed the unarmed lessons with the man, and the two became friends. Even stranger, Gaeln found that he had a love for the bow, and was rather good at it. In his years of training, he excelled, and found target shooting more comforting than anything else. Still, even then he longed to return home. Upon raising, that was exactly what he did, rushing back to his family that awaited him, now a man, to make his name among his people.