Ronnyk

This article is anachronistic and refers to the original Wheel of Time world of the novels. Please be aware that the contents within refers to a different continuity from the one that currently exists for the Grey Tower.

Ronnyk
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Created by	Daryl Hodgins
Information
Gender	Male
Occupation	Soldier
Affiliation	The Grey Tower
Nationality	Seanchan
Attributes
OP Strength	5.5

Ronnyk is a Seanchan Soldier of the Grey Tower.

Description

Physical

Ronnyk's short black hair caps a dark skinned head above sharp pitiless brown eyes. He is graceful and muscular, but falls short of average height. On each shoulder is a tattoo of a raven, and he is never without his black-tasseled halberd, which he carries like an extension of his body. He is nineteen years old when he first arrives at the Grey Tower.

Personality

Having been da'covale all his life, Ronnyk lacks all but the most basic people skills, however his abilities with weaponry give him extreme self-confidence. He was commanded to continue living, to learn how to control the Power even though he would much rather have taken his life. Ronnyk is slightly disoriented in this new world, but is uncommonly adept at adjusting to unfamiliar circumstances of any sort. He's not eager to control the Power, which he believes will destroy him, but has never considered disobeying the Empress' orders and so he studies diligently in order to fit in.

Biography

He woke. The lengthy transition between sleep and full awareness did not exist for Ronnyk. One moment he was asleep in the deep hay of the Amadician stable loft, and the next he was in a controlled fall towards the hard-packed dirt floor, swinging his black-tasseled halberd down in an arc in front of him. Landing in a crouch, Ronnyk scanned the small square area created by four solid stone walls as he straightened and pulled the axe blade of his weapon from the shoulder of the stable boy and unconsciously cleaned the blade on the fellow's drab wool coat. No movement but the slowly expanding and contracting bellies of the two sleeping horses standing in their stalls, no sounds but their breathing and occasional snorts. The entire process was over in a matter of moments; he’d not made little noise. Thankfully, neither had the lad Ronnyk had slain. Moving through this foreign land was dangerous business, and he preferred no one know of his passing. The boy would have to be disposed of before he departed.

Casting his mind back, Ronnyk recalled the dream he'd been having before being so rudely interrupted.

Nearly every night Ronnyk relived his early years in the Seanchan city of Armak. He had been born da'covale, the property of the High Lady Rina, and was selected to serve the Empress herself, may she live for ever, on his twelfth naming-day. Years of intense training and fervent worship of, and loyalty to, the Seanchan Empire and the Empress led him to be chosen as a soldier in the Deathwatch Guard at fifteen years of age. Ronnyk remembered the moment vividly, remembered the fierce pride he'd felt to be chosen to serve the Empress, may she live forever, in that efficient and merciless organization.

Nearly four years later the Corenne had begun and, after a brief setback, the Seanchan had begun in earnest to take back the lands of the great Hawkwing. Not long after that the Empress, blessed in the Light, had issued a decree ordering any who found a man who could channel to submit him to the Blood, without allowing him to be executed or to take his own life.

The attack by the Koren rebels of southern Seanchan on the palace had been irregular, but not unexpected. Opposed to the Empress, the Light illumine her, as a result of her plans for the recapture of the lands deserted by their ancestors, the Koren had been restless for months. It was during the defense of the palace gates during the attack that Ronnyk discovered his ability.

The battle was a fine one. The rebels stood no chance at all, and the skirmish was mostly practice for the Deathwatch Guard. Ronnyk’s mind was utterly blank and focused on the job at hand, when suddenly a bright light seemed to glow and pulse over his shoulder. Curious, he reached for it, and was immediately filled with an incredible awareness, fighting a furious struggle for survival in his head. With a roar he lashed out, and all around him blackened bodies fell to the ground. In shock he lost his focus and dropped to his knees.

Without a doubt it was the One Power. A convulsion wracked Ronnyk's entire body as self-revulsion clashed with direct orders in his mind. At last he settled, cleared his mind. Immediately he spun and strode back into the palace. Orders were orders; he would not take his own life instead of breaking those, even if nought but madness remained at the end.

It was those orders that had sent him to this war-torn world, where men and women alike channeled the One Power untethered and the Dragon marched again, marched relentlessly towards the Last Battle. Yet the duty to find Rand al'Thor and force him to kneel before the Crystal Throne belonged to another, thank the Light.

Ronnyk's duty now was to infiltrate this Grey Tower, report on its activity, and gauge its threat to the Empire.

Career History

• Soldier