Jothan Draconis

Jothan Draconis
Information
Gender	Male
Occupation	Soldier
Affiliation	The Grey Tower
Nationality	Tairen

Jothan Draconis is a Tairen Soldier of the Grey Tower.

Description

Jothan has brown hair and light brown eyes. He stands at 5'10". He is average height, by no means a tall man, he's also quite thin, he has the look of a scholor do to his studies under his foster father who had quite an extensive library. He's not an intimidating man, but not inviting either. He's a loner by nature and thus makes it painfully difficult to talk to him if you have no authority over him. He does pay painstaking attention to rules and it shows. He rarely disobeys a superior, and while he has very specific ideas about how the world is and should be, he rarely speaks to anyone about them. He can come off as a rude person, and you can never be so sure that's not actually the case.

Biography

Note: the following are excerpts from Jothan's personal journal. The dates are personal, therefore Day 1 of Exile indicates the moment at which he had to leave home. All dates are written in reference to this.

Day 1 of Exile

Today I was found out. I have held a secret I dare not speak for a very long time now. Now I commit this secret to these pages. Only one other soul knows of this and he helped me to escape so that I might live. I can channel. That's right... I am a male channeler. History has taught us that those men who can channel have all gone mad. Before I account my plans I shall record the events of today so that I shall never forget them. Even though I know truly that I never will.

It was a normal day like any other. My father, well he adopted me as a child and I still think of him as a father, is a scholor. I often helped him with the chores around the house. While we weren't poor, we were by no means well known. Still we were not complete strangers to our fellow Tairens. It happened so suddenly. It was an accident. My father had a bookshelf that was in bad repair. He kept meaning to have it repaired but never got around to it. The bookcase had a lean to it and too much of a bump could send it falling. I remember it as a blur. He bumped into the bookshelf, it started to fall. I reached out, but not with my hands. Somehow I stopped it from falling on him. Being a learned man he knew exactly what had happened. It seemed though that he feared more for what might happen to me, than what dangers I could cause. He told me I had to go away, for my own safety. I know in my heart that he was right. So I left with a few coins t! hat he gave me and my two favorite books.

Day 3 of Exile

Immidiatly after my last entry I was struck by the most peculiar illness. I was violently ill for about an hour as near as I can tell. It ended so suddenly. I have to wonder if this is something to do with the channeling. I still cannot believe I can channel, but I dare not stop until I do. I seem to remember hearing rumors of the taint being cleansed. I am not sure that they are true, but if there is a way to keep from going mad then I must find it. If there is somewhere I can go then perhaps I might still have hope. I have determined that I can hitch rides on the occasional farmer's carriage, usually at the cost of helping them unload it or other such chores. If this continues I should be able to work my way to the west. Andor seems as good a place as any to look, all the rumors indicate that whatever happened, occured in the west.

Day 30 of Exile

I haven't written for a while. Nothing of import happened. I have finally arrived in Caemlyn. I have traced down a few rumors and they still point westward. The other side of Andor it seems, although I am not sure where. I have used a small portion of my money to purchase food and a cheap room. This is the first time I've spent any of it. I must be careful I do not know how long I will be. I may need it later. It is very difficult to find temporary work in the city. They are not as trusting as those in the country, but then again I'm not very trusting either. Tomorrow I leave Caemlyn, no time for sight seeing. I will have to come back when I am able.

Day 39 of Exile

I had another incident today. I was freezing and shivering on the side of the road. I am near the most remote regions of Andor. I had gathered sticks together but the wind blew to hard for me to start a fire. I channeled. I don't know how I did it, but that must have been what happened. I started the fire. Again I got sick, this time I am sure it is connected, it was worse this time, but shorter. I have recovered and thanks to my new abilities I am warm for the night. I fear what cost may come with such power. I dare not think of such things. I must rest for tomorrow I travel again.

Day 54 of Exile

My search has lead me to the mountains. I am told of a place called the Grey tower but nobody can tell me what exactly that is. I have been going painfully slow as I've had to walk for most of the way. Once I reached the mountains my pace slowed to a crawl. No more incidents and I am sure I am nearing my goal. I wonder if anyone shall read this journal. My life is not interesting in the least bit, and yet I have this ability. Whether good or bad I have yet to tell. My only hope is that I can be saved from my own approaching demise. Perhaps there is still a way.

Day 55 of Exile

I have reached the tower. I passed through massive walls, not as massive as the stone of tear but still nothing one could scale without some sort aid. I sit now at the steps to the tower. I wanted to take a few notes before I enter. I am assured that they can help me, I will do as they say, because I have no other choice. It would be a lie to say I am not scared. I am truly terrified of what may happen, but an uncertain future is better than a doomed one.

Career History

• Soldier