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Name: Lethaniol Karinkar
Pronunciation: La-than-yol Car-in-car
Age: 24
Nationality: Arafellin
Warder: Available

Mental and Physical Description:
Physical: Tall, dark and short hair, green eyes...muscular... Mental: Very quiet, the hurt puppy appeal

Biography:
The Borderlands, the only thing that stands between the Blight and the World, a brave place with braver people. I have never loved a place more than Arafel. It is truly incredible, and the residents are some of the strongest humans I have ever encountered. For centuries our ancestors have adapted to the Blight and learned how to fight it back. Our city – Shol Arbela – is a fortress to protect us from the creatures that manage to escape the boundaries and are intent on destroying those who confine them. It is the only place I have ever loved, and been loved.

When I was young, the woman I swore I would marry disappeared. In my frantic search for her, I learned she had the capability to learn how to channel. The White Tower was her home now, and there she would learn what it took to be Aes Sedai. I was devastated. Lerina, the only woman I ever loved, was gone to return as Aes Sedai. If she returned at all, that is.

It was 5 years later when I saw her again. She had been raised to Accepted and requested a journey to Shol Arbela. They agreed, but she had to be accompanied by a sister. The city was in an uproar when she rode in, wearing the striped garments of the White Tower. I could not have been more ecstatic in my entire life. She was back!

I was the first person she talked to, sitting with me in the common room of my family’s house. We laughed, talked, and she radiated her love. When the sister came to get her, it was a tearful good bye on her part, a gripping on for me, but she managed to slip a note into my pocket when we parted.

The note beckoned me to the outside of the city in a meadow we had often frequented. In the morning I took my best horse and rode hard to reach her before she had to leave. My fears dissolved when I saw her standing in the middle of the clearing, staring lovingly at the familiar surroundings.

But it was not to be. Behind her a hoard of Trollics waited. It all happened so fast. One minute I was opening my mouth to greet her, the next placing my warhorse between my love and the beasts. Fire sprang up every where, and the things died before they even reached my sword. Yet there were too many. I was overtaken, barely escaping with my life and my horses. They had snuck up on the other side, and Lerina’s screams will live with me forever. I stood to the side watching in horror as they ripped her limb from limb, and I even attempted to cut my way to her, only to have my horse nearly killed and myself in the process. It would not have made a different; Lerina was dead before I had begun my escape.

She died because she had no one to protect her. The White Tower mourned, but life went on. I am dead inside. My life has no meaning, not now. But perhaps I can help keep women like my Lerina from dying at the hands of Shadowspawn and those out to hurt them. So I train as a Gaiden, and someday I will bond an Aes Sedai. To her I will pledge my life, and never will I let her come to Lerina’s fate. This is what I live and will die for. This is my oath and the rest of my life. Until the Last Battle is upon us, I will fight for her, protect her, and die for her. Only then can I forgive myself for what I condemned my only love to.

Audition Piece:

Lethaniol leaned heavily on his wooden sword, panting. Across from him stood his father, broad shouldered and cold-eyed. After two hours of working, the man had hardly broke a sweat. Lethaniol on the other hand was drenched and ready to fall over. Multiple cuts and bruises dotted his uncovered upper body, and his mood was foul. His father stanced again, challenging Lethaniol. He glared in response and saluted before stancing as well.

With a snap of movement the two struck each other, the clacking of wood on wood echoing across the still air. Lethaniol found himself frowning in concentration, focusing on blocking attack after attack from his father. He had no time to launch an attack of his own, but soon enough it would come. He though he had finally figured out his father.

After dozens of dodges, blocks, and 'dancing' occured, Lethaniol finally had his opening. With a quick swing and duck he managed to slam the wooden side of his sword into his fathers stomach. The man doubled over with a grunt and managed to wheeze out a laugh. He slapped his son on the back and congratulated him on making his first 'kill.' Lethaniol beamed in pride but his face when stone cold again when the sound of shouting carried over the stone walls. The battle was upon them.

Lethaniol launched himself over the small gate of the training grounds and hit the ground running, his father at his shoulder charging just as fast as his son. When the men finally reached the other men, a pitched battle was on their hands. Many lay dieing or dead on the ground, and a few Trollics joined the bodies. Lethaniol frowned at the men who simply stared and were quickly downed by a Trollic. Following their gaze, Lethaniol found the reason.

Standing behind the stream of Trollics on a hill to be seen was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had her arms crossed beneath her breasts and a satisfied smirk across her perfect face. Lethaniol's jaw dropped despite himself. She was a Forsaken, but she not once used the Source. Not once. But it was obvious she was Forsaken, and which one was also clear. The black leather shouted of Adendra.

A sharp jab in the ribs got Lethaniol moving again, and not too soon. He was able to cut down a Trollic who had tried to sneak up on him, and spun to decapitate another. One after the other appeared, and each were de-limbed or sliced in half, decapitated or cut down. Adrenaline was the only thing that kept Lethaniol going, and even that was a difficult thing to keep up.

It seemed hours before every Trollic was dead or fleeing, and Lethaniol could barely hold himself up. He was covered in a black, oozing blood - not his own - and dead Trollics made a full circle around him. Wearily, he raised his eyes to see Adendra still on the slope. Except now, instead of taking in the entire situation, her eyes were locked on Lethaniol. He attempted to swallow and failed, unable to tear his gaze away.

With a small frown Adendra turned on her heel and stalked away, shooting a glance over her shoulder at him again. She would be back, and next time, it would be for him.

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