Jeren al'Mora

Jeren al'Mora was born a poor farmer's son in a village near Camelyn. He led a fairly decent and peaceful life, until his home was ravaged by a mob of drunken Darkfriends (fresh from the local tavern). During the...conflict...he lost his father, mother, brother, and all 7 sisters. Taken completely by grief and woe, he went to live with his uncle, a striving shopkeeper, in Camelyn. There he met a friend of his uncle's who turned out to be a former Warder. From him, Jeren learned a few things of battle, including several forms of armed and unarmed combat. Jeren listened and learned for almost an entire year, before hearing of a band of the Children of the Light in Camelyn. He had heard of Whitecloaks and their cause, but never really took them seriously...until now.

He saw joining them as, not only a chance to avenge the death of his family, but also as an opportunity to learn more of in the way combat. Jeren served as a Child of the Light for a good 6 years before finally learning of the immense corruption within the high ranks of the Children (namely that goat-kissing Trolloc of a Lord Captain Commander). Using his influence as a fairly high officer, he managed to escape Amador.

His flight from Amamdicia soon brought him back to Camelyn, wishing to see his uncle again. He found him still running the same shop. He also found that his first-cousin (his uncle's daughter), Mirian, had come west from Whitebridge to stay there, too. Content with the fact that his uncle was not his only blood-kin, he settled down and started looking for a wife.

After about two years living in Camelyn (and continued failure at finding a spouse), Jeren's uncle became deathly iil. With his dying breath, he entrusted Jeren with the ownership of the shop, and asked him to watch over Mirian.

For another year Jeren led a happy and profitable life running the shop. Then one night, he went out to treat himself with a visit to the local tavern. While there, he met a lordly young man, with his head full of ale, dicing away all his money (contrary to what he might say). He managed to drag the man out before he had lost his last copper. With the young fellow back at the shop, he gave him a cup of tea and asked who he was. It turned out that he was the son of a Tairen High Lord, named Ravin al'Leoric, out to see the world. Ravin stayed up in the guest room of the shop for a few weeks, during which he and Mirian accquired a "thing" for one another, and Jeren and he became good friends. After two months, Ravin had convinced Mirian to marry him, and come back to Tear to live in the Stone with him. So, Jeren was left alone with his shop.

Less than a year passed before wild rumors of Aiel taking the Stone of Tear, and of the Sword That Cannot Be Touched being drawn, erupted through the streets of Camelyn. By the time Jeren heard anything of the rumors (or had time to worry about his first-cousin), Ravin came galloping up to the shop with news of Mirian's death. Raped and beaten at the hands of Darkfriends in the Stone. The last of his line, dead. House al'Mora destroyed by those Light forsaken cronies of the Dark One. It was too much to bear. He had no one left. He had to get away. Surprisingly, Ravin felt the same way. His love, his life, gone.

After putting their heads together, they decided on a place to turn to: Tar Valon. To become Warders. The ultimate test of their physical and mental abilities, while at the same time, keeping them away from Andor and Tear. After a day of planning and preparing, they saddled up and set out on a long journey of stealing food from farms, and sleeping under bushes. After about a week and a half into their journey, they acquired a new companion. In the dark of the night, while they were sitting around their fire, a tall, slender man with flaming red-orange hair and icy blue eyes, wearing an outfit of all browns and grays, seemed to just step out of the suroundings. After startled gasps and glances between Jeren and Ravin, they became clear on who the man was. Even before he introduced himself as Kain, son of Rhuarc, son of Amys, of the Jindo sept of the Tardaad Aiel, of the Red Shields warrior society, retainer to the Cold Rocks Hold, the stories that Jeren had heard, (and the concerned stares from Ravin) marked him as an Aielman. After the proper introductions from the two baffled "wetlanders" sitting around the fire, Kain explained that he was on his way to the White Tower to report news of important happenings in the Aiel Waste to the Amyrlin. Jeren and Ravin also doled out their explanations to the Aielman, who had joined them by the fire. On through the night, they told each other of themselves, talked of strange things happening in the world, and Kain kept spouting someting about "jih'eh'toe", "gye shane", and things like "first-brothers", and "Wise Ones" as if explaining that water is wet and rocks are hard. After awhile, the Aiel gave up and went to sleep.

When finally in Tar Valon, the three companions made their way straight to the White Tower. Soon after, Jeren and Ravin turned in their applications to become Warders. Kain had said that he was heading back to the Waste as soon as he had given his report to the Amyrlin, but, he changed his mind for some reason, and also stayed to become a Warder. The three were in training for only a few days before Kain was bonded to a sister of the Green Ajah named Jendaia Rhiannon M'Haran. Jeren is now bonded to Iliana Sh'mur, and Ravin is still waiting.

Being one of the shortest warders in the Tower, Jeren is only about 5'10". He has a slightly muscular build, blonde hair and hazel eyes. His years as a Child of the Light have hardened him. His outward apearance and personality would make an anvil seem soft. In public, he is quiet, he mostly keeps to himself, and he rarely smiles, but in the company of friends, he relaxed and easygoing. He is seeking to be bonded by a sister of the Green, Yellow, or Blue ajahs, but he will be fine with whatever comes to him (it's not really his disicion, anyway, is it?). It would be his honor to serve.

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