Medar Nindar
| Medar Nindar | |
|---|---|
| Mee-darr Nin-darr | |
| Created by | Simon Clark |
| Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Soldier |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Taraboner |
Medar Nindar is a Taraboner Soldier of the Grey Tower.
Description
Medar is of average height about 5'8, he has short dark brown hair and green eyes, a startingly odd combination. He's a very quiet spoken man but has an air of violence around him. He's only 18 and already people shy away from him because of his aggressive posture. He always looks ready to strike out even when nothing is there to aggravate him. His face belies any sort facial expression.
His eyes are cold and vacant but dont let that fool you, he is always alert having grown up in a underground family. He has relatively pale skin for a Taraboner but it still holds a small tan. He has a bad habit of cracking his knuckles when nervous or flicks his knife in and out of his sleeves when bored (this has led to many a chase through the street at the hands of the guards)
Biography
He lurched noisily on the streets of after dark Tarabon. The Seanchan guards had chased him relentlessly after he was caught digging up a grave of a noble. They often buried themselves with the riches they had acquired over their gaudy and wealthy life. Who would have thought that the Seanchan guarded their dead! He thought with a snarl. Bringing himself back to a standing position he limped towards the main street hood up, fake stoop and still panting slightly from the hour long chase that had sent him clear to the other side of the bloody city. He cracked his knuckles nervously as he passed a small contingent of insect plate armoured guards. Cursing them under his breath he turned around to watch them disappear when one of the guards looked back and shouted "Oi halt, in the name of the empire!" The boys eyes widened and without realising it yelled "Swine!"
He took off at a dead sprint, he wasn't an unfit boy for his age, in fact he was properly quite above average as just that small rest had almost fully recharged his energy. That and the large quantity of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Under his coat he hid a dozen blades, light slim and long. He flicked one out and turned a corner. Sighting some crates, he jumped up on them and bounded onto the rooftops. Hood streaming, knife in hand he looked the proper thief. He turned his head back quickly and saw that the first soldier was scrambling up onto the roof. He swung around and then sent the knife flying into the man’s eye hole in the helmet By Shai'tan that was a lucky shot.. He thought blasphemously. He kept running, jumping some gaps and shimmying across others until his pursuers had lost sight of him. "I can't keep this up...” he said panting heavily. His chest was heaving and a headache was coming on. He had to get home, and yet he frowned at that even more than he had when those cursed Seanchan guards had chased him.
Hopping down onto the path he kept to the back streets, always ready to bring out a knife to take out anyone who might trouble him. No one did. Around these parts of town everyone knew him and his family. The fact was they weren't famous, they were infamous. Legend had it that his family on his father’s side was descended from Graendal, one of the forsaken. His father had been able to channel but died when he was still in the womb. If only the Dragons Black Tower had been around then. He walked down the steps into his house and opened the door slowly. He took one sniff of the air to realise his Mother had been at the wine again. The room was lit with candlelight a sickly glow which combined with the smell of booze sent his already escalating headache into a downward spiral. "Bloody ashes Mother! Can you not stay of the grog for one night?!" he yelled at the slumping form of his mother on the couch drifting in and out of consciousness.
He turned to walk to his room when a glass came flying thru the air and smashed on the doorframe beside his head. "Medar!" she screamed "Medar you insolent little dog don't you dare criticize my lifestyle!" Medar looked down on her pitying her and at the same time becoming more and more enraged at her constant excuses. "Now get me another wine, there’s more out there..." she trailed off pointing at the ceiling. "Mother get your act together, what’s going to happen if the Seanchan see you, they'll insist your a bad parent and ill be taken away!" He yelled , "If im gone you'll die, you'll drink yourself to death like an old desiccated cow rotting in a ditch of her own filth!" That seemed to have done with a heave of her other glass she sent it flying across the room at Medar, but he raised his hand and it dropped to the ground.
His Mother looked at him in a horrified expression. She got to her feet on shaky legs. She pointed at him and said with terror clouding her voice. "Your one of them...your a channeler!" she turned to try and run into the night but Medar was two steps ahead of her. Grabbing the empty bottle she knocked her out and laid her the couch and sat down and thought hard on what he was going to do. Light...how am I going to explain this when she wakes up? it was just a delusion brought on by the drinking? the lump on the head was just a fall you had when getting up? No! its not going to work Light it wont work... I have to flee. But where? The Seanchan will kill me on sight if the see me now and light knows if those bloody Damane can sense I can channel... Then Medar sat up and thought. "Wait the Grey Tower...I heard that they take in channelers. Teach them, guide them. They can't find out about my ancestry or my other work..." he looked at his unconscious Mother. He got up and looked at her and left.
Once outside in the warm night air he headed straight for the only place he knew out of the city. The place of the deeds so dark he been committing over the last two years. The Seanchan seemed to avoid this place like a plague it was the oldest part of the city Tanchico. It was the graveyard, except it wasn’t here that he robbed the dead it was here that he had buried over 20 people in graves that did not belong to them. He gave a sharp whistle and out of the darkness a sleek dog came running. It was lean and muscled with brown and black colouring its ears pointed, like that of a wolf. "Here Hark!" he said to the dog as he continued to walk through the graveyard towards the city boundary. It was a dark start to a new beginning but it was a start.
Career History
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