Takrin Medar
| Takrin Medar | |
|---|---|
| TAK rin MAY dahr | |
| Created by | MiyaMun |
| Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Soldier |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Andoran |
Takrin Medar is an Andoran Soldier of the Grey Tower.
Description
Takrin Medar is a tall young man of about 18 years with roguishly handsome features and a mischievous twinkle in his dark blue eyes. His dark blonde hair usually has a gently tousled look, and he waits just a little too long to shave his face – if he shaves at all. This young man has a tilted smile that he loves using to get out of trouble. Years of toiling on his family’s farm have crafted a body of lean muscles, which he usually covers loosely with a cotton shirt.
The beginning of his studies as a soldier is going to be rough, as it wasn’t really his intent to become one. This will lead to a slightly insubordinate attitude, one too many jokes in his lessons, and a truly fiery temper (especially when it comes to his older sister’s whereabouts.) Once befriended, however, Takrin is severely loyal. And once he starts taking his studies seriously, he will be a fine student. He’ll still make an inappropriate joke or an insubordinate comment once in a while, but he will be repentant – mostly. It is highly likely that Takrin will engage in a multitude of pranks and jokes, and it is entirely possible that he will go a little too far sometimes.
Takrin Medar is a notorious flirt, and it is difficult for some to determine if he’s a serious suitor. He loves teasing those around him, and in his eyes he is being friendly when he does so. People often believe he takes nothing seriously due to this behavior, but he is able to buckle down when it’s necessary. He uses humor and a seemingly inflated ego as a façade, covering up a lot of insecurities.
Biography
“And don’t forget, Tak, that she’s a busy young lady,” Thalia Medar said as she finished packing the basket with treats and folding the kerchief over it. “She may not have time to visit with you very long.” Takrin’s mother paused, glancing in his direction. What she saw was both unsurprising and disappointing at the same time.
There he was, sitting back in the kitchen chair with his hat covering his eyes. She heard the deep breathes of a boy asleep and threw one of the extra buns at him. It hit his ear, and he startled, nearly falling out of the chair.
“What was that for?” He asked with a goodly sized yawn.
“You know what it was for,” his mother said with a severe look. She carried the basket over to him. “The least you could do for your old mother is listen.”
“But you’ve been saying the same things over and over. Thalina is busy. Thalina is important. Thalina needs to eat more. Thalina saved the world, gained the crown of Andor, and birthed kittens from a stately cow all at the same time.” Takrin muttered all of this as he took the basket from his mother and stood, clearly a foot or more taller than she.
“When did that happen?” His mother looked at him with wide eyes. Then, after a moment, she jovially slapped his shoulder. “Stop that.”
He grinned. He couldn’t help joking with her. Even though she gave him a hard time, he knew she was a good woman. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll tell her you love her, Mom.”
The journey to Tar Valon took only a few days. Their farm wasn’t that far, but as far as their mother was concerned, it was still too far away. Even after four years, it was still shocking to think his older sister could one day be an Aes Sedai. Growing up, she was sometimes a little less responsible than he – and that was saying something. He’d seen a change in her, though, and he supposed he’d have to find some other person to conspire with in his elaborate pranks. He wondered how she looked, now. He made this trip once a year since she became a novice. Each year she was a little taller, a little more like a woman and less like the girl he grew up with. She was just like him – tall, blonde – except she tended to brush her hair more often.
After securing a room at an Inn, he made his way straight to the White Tower. Its structure was still awe-inspiring. Every time, he wondered how the tower had been constructed. Oh, he knew the One Power had something to do with it, but he still marveled over it and wondered if ordinary people would ever be able to build something like that.
Out of the corner of his eye, Takrin noted a small group of strange people seemingly doing nothing. Some eyes were on the Tower, and he particularly noted an extremely short man with dark curly hair. There was something about him that struck Takrin as familiar, but just as he was about to dismiss the small party altogether, he saw the strangest thing. Something appeared near the short man and his associates, something altogether new and foreboding. They all went through this… thing… and it disappeared. He was still trying to process this when he heard a deep rumbling from the direction of the Tower.
He watched in horror as the White Tower – a symbol of peace and stability, a wondrous work of architecture, and the home of his sister – fell. It did not just fall; it collapsed. It took several minutes for this to sink into his mind. People around him ran toward the tower, and some ran away. There were shouts and screams, wails and cries.
“Thalina…” Takrin murmured with a shaken breath. He bolted toward the Tower with all his speed. How could the Tower fall? What happened? All the terrible things running through his mind did not help this thudding heart or his aching gut. Something snapped within him as he reached the nearest rubble. He began to toss pieces aside in a desperate attempt to find his sister.
“Thalina!” He yelled her name, but his voice was lost in a crowd of people doing the same as he was. The sense of loss, the pit in his stomach, made him sick. He would not stop until he found her. He would not.
Career History
- Soldier (8 July 2018)
