Jolartin Votashen

Jolartin Votashen
Information
Nickname(s)	Little Jo
Gender	Male
Occupation	Dedicated
Affiliation	The Grey Tower

Jolartin Votashen is a Dedicated of the Grey Tower.

Description

Jolartin has numerous scars on his body. His eyes are a very radiant green, while his hair is black. Because of his looks, and the fact that he didn't develop until late in life, he was picked on as an outsider and never felt like he fit in. However, the only thing that kept him from being considered "attractive" after puberty was the stigma that had followed him through life..."Don't look at Jo, he's an outsider." When he meets someone new, he immediately attempts to use his charm, (which is what kept him from getting beaten worse as a child than he was) while ensuring that whoever is the other party is held at arm's length until he knows them better. He also tends to not be the center of attention, on purpose, but rather hides in the shadows of the group until he figures out who he would benefit from the most by latching onto.

Biography

As Jolartin walked down the street, he felt the hair stand on the back of his head. He knew what was coming, since it always came near this area.

"Blood and ashes, boys, if it isn't little Jo!" Tamin was shorter than Jo, but everybody called him "little Jo." That was mostly because Jolartin had finally hit a growth spurt, but had always been the short one of the group.

Jo tried to walk faster, but Tamin and his friends kept up, keeping the same distance between them and him. He could hear them calling taunts at him, and wished for once they would just leave him alone.

"I think little Jo is trying to get away. Does the outsider not want to play with us?" Tamin, as usual, was being the instigator, and Jo knew that he wouldn't have time to get away before they got him.

Then, he felt something he had never felt before...It was like something attempted to take control of him. Tired of giving up, Jolartin seized control of the "feeling" and suddenly found himself feeling every blade of grass, every hair on his body and every leaf in the trees, all at the same time.

Without thinking, Jo lashed out at the group, and all eight of them were flung backwards, being thrown down the street by something that nobody could see...except that, to Jo, it looked like they were being pushed backward pushed backward by a solid brown wall of some sort of threads like the weavers use...

The fear drained out of him, and he started running. The "feeling" had left him as soon as the fear did, and now the only thing on his mind was getting off the street as soon as he could.

Then he found himself floating in the air, as one of the dreaded Asha'man walked up to him.

"Where did you learn to do that, boy?"

Career History

• Soldier
• Dedicated