Taven Dakred
| Taven Dakred | |
|---|---|
| Created by | Taven Dakred (player) |
| Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Soldier |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Black Hills |
Taven Dakred is a Black Hills Soldier of the Grey Tower.
Description
Height: 5'7" (167.5 cm) but he will probably end up being around 6'2" (185 cm) when he is an adult.
Age: 14
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Heterochromatic; His eyes are honey-brown like his fathers, but spotted with cinnabar and viridian.
Skin color: Olive
Build: Slim/Athletic
Country of Origin: Raised in the Black Hills south of Kandor
Behavior: Highly alert, almost to the point of paranoia. The young man has an uncanny ability to be able to sense those around him. It is very difficult to sneak up on him. He is a light sleeper due to this fact and has occasional insomnia. He also finds large cities to be a little unsettling since there are so many people in such a small space.
He is very focused, although, he can have a very explosive temper. He is extremely strong-willed and while he was taught to listen to authority by his parents he has a good eye and ear for finding loopholes in rules. He has gotten into a good deal of trouble with his parents by managing to find loopholes in their rules.
Other attributes: Like his father and mother, he is a skilled dancer. He doesn't usually let anyone know how well he can dance, but a trained dancer would know from the boy's posture and style of walking. He walks with light, fluid, calculated steps. Coupled with his alertness, his movements appear as if he could simply relax at anytime or spring directly into action. Due to this ability, he would make an excellent stalker if he weren't so focused on the rest of his surroundings.
He is skilled at eating with sursa. He always carries his father's journal with him.
Biography
Taven looked through his contents in his bag spread before him on the floor of the wagon. His mother, Alisha Dakred, had made sure he had left on his journey to the Grey Tower well prepared. He opened his father's letter that he was to give to Asha'man Daimenin al'Donai once again. He had read the letter enough to have memorized every word. His father had written it just before he had died aiding those trapped in the mine collapse when the mine further caved in only a month before. His father, Liam, had intended on sending the letter before Taven and his parents left together for the Grey Tower.
Dear Daimenin,
It is Liam— Earthwind. It has been a long time since we last talked. It seems wanderlust caught the best of me and I could not come back to the Tower. I finally found love when I traveled to Arad Doman and married a young woman by the name of Alisha. We moved back to my home in the Black Hills and I have been able to help my village thrive and become a town.
I am coming to the Grey Tower with Alisha and our son, Taven. Taven is a bright boy and I hope to learn alongside him once I return to the Tower. He showed the spark nearly nine months ago, shortly after turning 13. He has proven himself to be skilled in Spirit, just as I am, and he already shows some Talents. I have only been able determine that he has minimal Talent in the Talent I was had the most ability in: Ter'angreal making. He has also shown some ability at Warding and a strange affinity for being able to detect ter'angreal. I was able to teach him the bare minimum when it came to channeling, only enough so he is not a danger to himself or others.
Taven has shown himself to have a block of sorts. He only can channel when angry or frightened and any threads he has grasped at the time will ebb and flow in response to his emotion. He is extremely strong-willed and as such I have not been able to help him in the least. I was hoping that perhaps you could find someone patient to aid him with his block. Whoever works with him will also have to be calm as he startles somewhat easily. You can see why it is imperative to begin training him.
Finally, I have been working on a "project" for the past several years. I will be willing to face any consequences upon visiting the Tower, but understand that I made it as a gift for Taven. I have the full details of its making and will be glad to share them with you. It is meant for Taven to have on his twenty-first birthday or when he is raised to Asha'man, whichever comes first.
I wish you the best and look forward to returning to the Tower with my family.
~~~Liam Dakred~~~
Taven took a deep breath and steeled himself against tears. He would not cry. He folded the letter and put it in the breast pocket of his jacket. For a moment his hands touched the small packet of schematics that his father had created for Taven's gift. A shock a pain surged through his arm. His father, Liam, had Warded the schematics in such a way that only he or Daimenin could open them. That much Taven knew from when his father had caught him trying to open the packet once.
Taven picked up the wrapped long bundle that had been his father's project since Taven had been a small boy. The bundle was longer than Taven was tall. Taven knew what was wrapped inside and could feel it even through the fabric—a ter'angreal quarterstaff. Taven only knew that the ter'angreal had taken his father seven years to make. His father had said he had spent on year on it for each of the Ajahs. Taven could sense that all of the Powers had been involved in its making and that it was hard to imagine that his father had spent so long making just one ter'angreal. He wondered perhaps if it was because his father was not an Asha'man and thus had never finished learning the craft of making ter'angreal. Perhaps, ter'angreal like it were easy to make if one were an Asha'man.
Taven finished repacking his things when the cart came to halt with a bump. He took a moment to touch his father's journal through the cloth that made up his bag. He told himself he would not cry. He knew his father had longed to share this moment and many more with him. He opened the wagon door and did his best to stop from staring at the Grey Tower behind the walls and stopped in front of an imposing man. Perhaps he was a Gaidin. Taven cleared and spoke, "Excuse me, Sir. My name is Taven Dakred and I am the son of Dedicated Liam Dakred, aspirant of the Indigo Ajah."
He felt his voice falter and managed to ask, "Can I speak with Asha'man Daimenin al'Donai?"
Career History
- Soldier
