Ragan do'Aydara
| Ragan do'Aydara | |
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| Ray'gan do'aedaru | |
| Created by | Ragan (player) |
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| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Drin |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Shienaran |
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Ragan do'Aydara is a Shienaran Wolfkin and Drin of the Grey Tower.
Description
Ragan is a well-built young man, having been exercised since he could walk by his father (a Shienaran soldier). He has shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, golden eyes, and a working man's complexion, darker tanned skin and little to no facial hair at all times. He is incredibly tall for a human, having been compared to a runt Ogier in height; he measures 6' 5".
He rarely keeps his hair in the Shienaran fashion of a top-knot preferring to keep it long, strange for a man in most cases. He often has a wolf or two near him or by his side keeping him company. Incredibly shy by nature, he doesn't often greet people but often waits for them to greet him where as such he is nice by nature. He has lashing scars on his back and sides from his childhood. Received from his father, Ragan never talks about them and becomes quiet and withdrawn when they are mentioned.
He tends to keep his feet splayed for some unknown reason causing a detriment his balance at times. He has a deep hatred of neverborn and twisted ones (Myrddraal and Trollocs) due to the death of a large portion of his pack.
Although he was born with green eyes, they turned golden at a very young age, and Ragan found that his senses developed at a profound rate - sight, hearing, and scent are all heightened.
Biography
What with my golden eyes I was always cast from any friend group I tried to join. My father believed it to be a curse, because he hadn’t spared an enemy soldier when he was commanded to do so. So from a very young age my parents went to the Shatayan and had me given a medicine to change my eye color. As I grew up, I was driven further into solitary behavior, never speaking to my "friends", those who my parents tended to push on me after a day of rigorous training with my father.
After a while I decided to run away. I loved my parents, truly, but they were stifling me and forcing friendships on me that I did not want or need. I was followed by wolves not long after I ran away. First, they were just following me at a distance, but they slowly got closer until one finally built up the courage to approach me. After this more and more, slowly, they came up to me until I was surrounded; not as if I was being hunted, but if as they were walking along with me. Sure I was scared at first, but for some reason their presence made me more comfortable in my travels.
Later into my travels, somewhere near the Grey Tower, we were attacked by a band of Trollocs and half of my pack was killed. This sounds weird, I know, but it's true, in fact two of them are sitting behind you while I tell you my tale, their names are Mother and Claw. He doesn't like you, he doesn't like anyone really, and he simply tolerates me for the sake of the rest of his pack.
But, back to why I’m here. I had always dreamed of meaning something, being of worth in the world. So as you can imagine, me being from Shienar, that I wanted to be a soldier of some kind. After I saw a group of warders in training going to the citadel it fell into my head to become a Gaidin. Being from Shienar, I have some skill in fighting, nowhere near mastery, but some skill. I was personal friends with the blacksmith in Shienar, one of the few my parents didn't have to push on me, and one day he got an idea in that labyrinthine mind of his and made me two exquisite swords for me before I ran away. They both have the images of wolves running along both sides of the spine and one is shorter than the other, not much more than a long dagger, while the other is a longer blade able to be used with one or two hands.
As I was planning to run away I was training, as well as along the road. Both having a single edge and a curved spine they are beautiful blades made by the finest craftsman I know. My wolf friends made my journey swift even though it took several months still to get to the Grey Tower. There were many trials and hardships, between me and my, unsettling, arrival in the Tower. I arrived on my seventeenth naming day unbeknownst to me at the time, for I was still in shock after having found my best friend among my pack slain brutally in the trolloc attack.
Career History
- Drin (19 July 2013)
