Seth Ruvidan
| Seth Ruvidan | |
|---|---|
| Seth Ru-vee-dahn | |
| Created by | Aaron |
| Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Soldier |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Cairhienin |
Seth Ruvidan is a Cairhienin Soldier of the Grey Tower.
Description
Seth is 20 years old has dark brown hair, though brown may not quite cover the shade. One would not be faulted for calling it black, for his hair is only a shade lighter. His hair is always well kept. His eyes are a deep almond brown that, to his disdain, gives the impression of a caring soul. He wears a beard, with the barest flecks of grey around the edges. Five minutes alone with the man will tell you it must be the stress from being so irritated at every little thing that crosses his path. He stands at average height, 5'10", but somehow always seems to be looking down at you, unless of course you happen to be his better (i.e. boss, commanding officer, etc.) in which case he follows decorum to the letter.
To put it simply, Seth is a jerk. He has a low opinion of his fellow human beings, and cares not a whit for their opinions. He always has something scathing on his mind, and has been known to say it. Though he can only be thought of as a mean person, it is difficult to tell whether he says these things for his own amusement, or because he can't be bothered to be polite. In contrast to this, being from Cairhien and of distant relations to a noble family, he is if not a master, very adept at Daes Dae'mar. Oddly enough this seems to be the only skill he's picked up, aside from playing the harp. It should be noted however that he is a very intelligent man. Often times scathing, but never evil, Seth is a frustrating man to interact with. If it weren't for his obvious politeness to his betters, this man would not make it very far in life. He is rarely seen to break a rule, as that would make him a common criminal. While experiences might change some of his views, it is doubtful that his attitude will change much.
Biography
The road stretched on before him just as it did behind him. Seth couldn't honestly remember how many days he'd been riding. It seemed like the road would never end. And what is your reward at the end again? A backwater town, that's what. It had been too long, too long without the comforts of home. It wasn't as if he expected luxury. A warm bed and a good meal would do him just fine. His parents back home probably thought him a fool for undertaking this trip. They were right.
The letter had probably arrived days ago. He had burned his last bridge with that one. Of course he only had the one bridge to burn. It made him mad just thinking about it. Of all the fool things to do! You had to set something ablaze all on your own. Serves you right, jerk!
The woman had it coming. She was being horribly difficult and seemed to be under the impression that just because he worked in a book shop, it meant that he actually cared to help her. True, she hadn't noticed at first, and she had been standing next to the lantern. He knew. That was it, he had seen it all, felt the rush. Somehow he had set that woman's dress ablaze. Well that ended his career as a bookseller (assistant bookseller) abruptly. Nobody knew he had done it, of course. Accidents do happen. It could have been anything. It wasn't. He knew.
He had made his excuses, penned a quick letter home, and left with his savings. Now he was stuck on the road from Caemlyn, which he hated, on a horse, which he also hated, going to a place to learn about what he could do, which he would surely hate. Knowledge was the world’s only true value. Knowledge that he could find out from books, not people. Though this thing (for he could only think of the One Power as such) enraged him to the point of not seeing straight, he had to admit there would be a lot to learn. Of course maybe there was a mistake, maybe he had jumped to conclusions. That wasn't the first time, it was just the one you couldn't ignore. Shut up! Wrestling with one's own mind was a losing battle at best. He was starting to wonder if the road wasn't making him a little crazy. He put the thought out of his head.
He took a few deep breaths before fishing out his pipe and lighting it. Well at least he could pick up some good tabac on the way before he sold his soul to the light only knew what. He must be mad, only a madman would march straight on to a tower, regardless of color. Still, the call of knowledge was too much to resist. He would show them. He would learn about this curse and make it his own. He'd be burned if he was going to let it ruin his life. He would find out what lay at the Tower. He would find out about himself, even though not a single thought he had ever had terrified him more than that.
Career History
- Soldier
