I was born the son of a Shienaran lord, and trained in weapons while defending against the Blight. Supposedly our house came from another land originally,(hmmm? what land borders on Shienar and produces red haired green eyed people?) but that does not matter, because we had lived in Shienar for so long that no one thought of us as anything different than Shienaran. I had a generally happy life, except for Shadowspawn raids, but that all changed when it was learned that I could channell the One Power. My father was drunk that night and cast me out of the house, disinheriting me, shouting that his line would not be contaminated. On the next night, my father was hosting a banquet for two wealthy lords from Cairhien. I returned that night,... but I returned too late. All of my family had been murdered, along with any who had ever served our house. One of the Cairhienin darkfriends was there, along with a few Trollocs. In a rage, I lashed out with Saidin, slaughtered the Trollocs, and forced the Cairhienin lord to tell me all that he knew of who had ordered the murders and who had been involved. Since then my life's business has been revenge. I practiced as hard as I could for 3 years and earned the rank of Blademaster with my Claymore and a katana. I then hunted down all those involved and put them to the sword. All except one. The man who ordered it. I have only one clue. Before the Cairienin lord died, he breathed, "The Fourteenth ordered it"
That is why I have come to the White Tower. Perhaps through being a Warder I will be able to complete my vengeance!
I have recently bonded and been bonded to Catalina.
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