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Name: Ryman Greenbow
Pronunciation: Rie-man Green-bohw
Age: 32
Position: Head Gaidin
Nationality: Two Rivers
Warder: Bonded to Jeseia Moretia

Mental and Physical Description:
Ryman is tall, around 5'11, and the muscular build of a blacksmith. He is the older of two children, having the level headed attitude of his father, and the dark curls of his Mother. He has deep, dark brown eyes, and a very handsome face.

Though many women look twice when he walks down the street, Ryman believes that the heart should remain loyal, and he never returns the gaze of flaunting women. His heart belongs to, in his opinion, the most beautiful women to ever exist, and he will never waver from her in loyalty.

Biography:
Ryman and his brother were born sons of the local Blacksmith in the village of Devin Ride. Though he had never been a big city man, Ryman often wondered about some of the tales he heard as a boy. Many a Gleeman had ventured through their village, and he quickly began dreaming of becoming a Warder.

He had always enjoyed blacksmithing, but his heart lay in Tar Valon. So, bidding his parents goodbye, he headed off for the city itself, determined to make a name for himself and become something greater than a village man.

In Tar Valon, he encountered much more than he had bargained for. The Amyrlin Seat had been killed recently, and they had placed a snippet of a girl on the Seat. Ryman had no desire to associate with the Amyrlin, and even kept to himself when the Aes Sedai and Accepted came to stare at him in the Training Yards.

At last, he met Jeseia Sedai, and it seemed his life was going to turn around at last. She was friends with Novalea, the Amyrlin Seat, and he met her as well. His reservations still held him back, but for the most part, he knew she was good for the city. Usually, he kept his opinions to himself, anyway.

Audition Piece: Awakening from a deep slumber in the darkness, Ryman rolled over easily and gazed at his beautiful wife. Jeseia was, in a simple word, astounding. Smiling, he kissed her forehead gently and slipped out of bed, pulling on a clean pair of pants before he went to the washstand. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so the water slid down across his muscular chest and stomach. Blinking, he pulled his head out of the water and reached for a towel to dry his wet, dark curls. As he was rubbing the water from his skin, Jesi stretched and opened her eyes. "Good morning." Ryman said with a smile, crawling over the bed to kiss her. Jesi smiled, her large purple eyes penetrating his soul. How he would have loved to stay there with her today, but they both had things they needed to do. She was an Aes Sedai, and he was the Head Gaidin, and unfortunatly, the irritating pupils awaiting him could not be allowed to run free for the entire day. With a sigh, he removed himself from the temptations in the bed and went to the dresser to find and put on a clean shirt. Jesi sighed disdainfully, obviously as irritated as he at having to return to the duties of the Tower. Ryman fastened his sword around his waist, which he didn't wear while practicing, but always carried with him, and then swung his cloak around his shoulders. Kissing Jesi goodbye, he headed off to the training yards. She needed to be elsewhere, and his recruits would be getting out of bed any minute and expecting him. Taking the stairs two at a time, he sped toward the yards and arrived in his office with ten minutes to spare. Grinning to himself, he put his sword away in the bottom of his cabinet, and hung his cloak by the door. He honestly had no idea why he wore it down here every day, but then, he mused, one never knew when it would be cold enough to wear one. Clad in only his breeches and white shirt, he strode out into the practice yards, where a few of the Warders were already out sparring. There were even some of the Warders in Training out early, which was frankly unusual. Ryman leaned against the fence and watched them casually, aware of thier discomfort. No one liked the Head Gaidin watching them, but one of the Warders in particular, hated it most of all. The man that Ryman was thinking of was Forney, his younger brother, who was sparring easily with one of the Trainees just a few feet away. Forney and Ryman had been butting heads since childhood, and it had been a complete accident that Forney had come to be a Warder as well. Amused, Ryman allowed himself a small smile. (I suppose it was fate.) Forney had arrived in Tar Valon, thrown a fit, and ironically enough, gotten exactly what he hadn't wanted by doing so. There had been some details with him that Ryman had been unable to ignore, like the letter from their Father demanding in anger that he return at once. Forney had always been determined, however, and had ignored that letter to date. Finally, the men stopped sparring, and Forney came over. The younger man had his shirt off, and his muscles glimmered with sweat. He was tan, more so than Ryman, who chose to remain clad in his clothing while sparring. Forney shared Rymans dark curls and eyes, and his blacksmiths build as well. They had both apprenticed under their Father back in Devin Ride. Forney had been very good in his skills, but when he heard Ryman was getting glory, he had of course desired more for himself, and come to Tar Valon. That was when he had met the Amyrlin Seat, and now, they were bonded. Ryman rolled his eyes wryly before he could stop himself. Forney would never know the meaning of true devotion to a single woman. "Gerald is getting Bloody good." Forney said, taking a drink of water from the ladel in the barrel. "Soon enough some Flaming Aes Sedai will snatch him up." Forney ignored Rymans raised eyebrow, which he did all to often. "I would have said the same about you." Ryman said evenly. He knew how to push his brother's buttons, which he rarely did unless he felt it was deserved. Forney turned and eyed him sharply, looking on the verge of a cursing breakdown. "You learned a lot from Uncle Wilson before you left home, but you were nowhere near good enough to be bonded." It still irked Ryman that Forney had been picked up by an Aes Sedai so soon after his arrival. And not just ANY AEs Sedai, the Amyrlin Seat herself! It was enough to make him itch all over with envy, but he wasn't the type to show something so simple. "Jealous?" His brothers tone held a challange, and Ryman had to grin.

"You wish." He turned away and walked toward the rack of practice swords. He took up one of his favorites and strided back over to his brother. "Would you care to try your 'oh so worthy' hand against the Head Gaidin, little brother?" Forneys face flushed with anger, and to hide it, he stornmed out to the middle of the practice ring and awaited Ryman. The Head Gaidin took his time in climbing over the fence and joining Forney in the middle. His brother would never miss a chance to make Ryman look bad, and it had caused great conflict throughout the years.

"What are the terms?"

"Terms?" Ryman laughed. "Are you truly that confident?"

"As always." Forney grinned, the twin smile of Ryman's own. "Name your terms, dear brother. If I win, you make me Master of Arms."

"And if I win," Ryman said with a chuckle. "You will spend a week teaching Accepted how to use belt knives."

"You're kidding!" Forney's jaw fell. "The Light Blind me! I can't... You wouldn't..." He continued to grumble as he raised his sword again. "Blood and Ashes." He muttered loud enough for Ryman to hear. Still grinning, Ryman moved into an attack. Forney blocked his attack smoothly, spinning off and moving into an attack of his own. Ryman had to admit, his brother WAS improving a great deal. When they used to spar together at home, he would always beat Forney, except for once or twice when he let him win, out of pity mostly. Now, though, he actually had to focus to keep up with his younger brother. It came to a point where both men were fighting vigerously, and even Rymans shirt was damn with sweat.

It was time to try something a bit more drastic. Hurtling forward suddenly, he stepped awkwardly to the side to avoid a side attack from Forney and put out a hand to topple to the other man to the ground. Breathing heavily, Ryman knocked him onto his back, and placed the tip of the practice sword to his throat. Grinning, he tossed his head to remove the strands of curls from his eyes.

"Looks like I win." He said. Forney grumbled and pushed the practice sword aside, getting to his feet and using his hands to dust himself off. There were small scratches on his back from where he had hit the dirt, and he was bleeding minorly. Frowning, Ryman tossed the practice sword down. "I can get an Aes Sedai to heal those."

"Don't touch me!" Forney snapped, glaring. His face was red, and his eyes were brimming with tears. No one but Ryman would have noticed that. He had seen the same expression once before, only this time, the pain in Forneys eyes was unbearable. Ryman struggled between his pride, and his love for his brother. Though they fought, he couldn't help but have affection for the other man. Ryman had never felt more hopeless than he did the moment a fuming Forney stalked from the practice ring. A few of the Warders watching chuckled, but Ryman glared viciously at the group of them, and they choked immediatly. Their laughter would not continue. With a sigh, Ryman ran a hand through his hair and left the practice ring, returning to his office. He had too much to do to worry about Forney now. P>Email Jessica for more information.