Name: Tahl'Atri
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice Warders
Appearance: Tahl'Atri stands at an average 6' even in height. He has a very lean and lithe body. His skin is well tanned but looks to be more a product of living outdoors than any sort of origin. He has long and wild reddish brown hair. His eyes are a pale green but at certain angles or when you catch him in just the right light you might swear they were golden. He is a strikingly handsome young man. When he's training he wears the garb issued to all apprentice warders. On his own time, however, he wears his own clothes. They are well worn furs and leathers and they looked very much like they were stitched together by his own hand as opposed to being bought from a shop or village somewhere.
Personality: He is both friendly and timid. He has an inherent distrust of other people and stays on his guard at all times. He doesn't speak very much but he likes to listen. When there's music playing, he becomes extremely focused on it. Sometimes he'll begin to dance without thought, others he'll simply sit quietly. He is clearly uncomfortable being in a large city like Tar Valon but he never raises any complaints about it.
History: Tahl'Atri was born, of all things, among the Tuatha'an. His early days were filled with laughter, love, music, and dance. Theirs was a very small band of tinkers, only three wagons large. When the boy was just barely 4 a large band of thieves came upon them. They were a heartless lot and visited all manner of horrors upon the tinkers, both living and dead. In their clumsy rage, however, the band managed to miss little Tahl'Atri. He had been hiding in a crawlspace under the largest wagon.

They left and he was left all alone among the corpses of his people. He was found, crying and cradling his mothers body in his little arms, by a hunter some two days later. The man took him in with the intent of leaving him with someone kind hearted in the next village he passed, not knowing what else to do.

Quite by accident, the hunter happened upon the bandits who had slaughtered Tahl'Atri's people on the way. They were already a little drunk but seeing the hunter and the child weren't about to let another victim go free. A mistake on their part as the hunter was a very seasoned warrior. The fight began swiftly and during it a dagger somehow found it's way to Tahl'Atri's feet in the chaos.

The boy saw the dagger, practically a sword to him at that age, and he looked at the bandits that had killed his family. Something inside him snapped and he snatched up the dagger and sprang into the chaos. This caught not only the bandits but the hunter off guard. None of them expected the little child, the tinker child, to pick up a weapon and join the fray. They expected even less how swiftly he was able to move and well he managed to handle the small blade. He flowed through the bandits like a river, slicing at every one he could reach.

The battle ended as swiftly as it had begun and all the bandits lay dead. The hunter looked upon the boy with new eyes. This was not a child fit to be coddled and raised in some farming village. Certainly not anymore. The hunter, a man named Daelin Tors, decided to take it upon himself to raise the lad. Not knowing the boys given name and having seen the way he moved with a blade in his hand, Daelin gave him a new name. Tahl'Atri. In a forgotten tongue the hunter happened to know it meant 'blade dancer'.

So, Tahl'Atri grew up in the wilderness with Daelin as his teacher and his guardian. It was a hard life but it couldn't be said it was a bad one. When Tahl'Atri was 15, however, Daelin succumbed to an illness during a particularly harsh winter. Not knowing where to go or what to do he continued to travel aimlessly, wandering wherever the game was plentiful enough to support him.

Recently, he found himself in the harsh and unforgiving wilderness of the borderlands. Daelin had always taught him that when times were lean it was ok to steal from those who had excess so long as he didn't cause permanent harm. So, when his supply of food ran dry and he couldn't find any game he had to turn to the nearest road, an abandoned path long forgotten by most between two of the border kingdoms.

His first and last mark was a solitary pair, man and woman. He stopped them and demanded, as kindly as he could, that they relinquish half their food to him. When the woman politely refused he drew his sword. Faster than he had ever seen anyone move the man was upon him sword drawn to meet it. If he had not been so fast himself he would have been disarmed and mortally wounded right on the spot.

He managed to get out of the way and deflect the next blow from the man. The two fought for only two minutes. The man was relentless and his attacks were unpredictable. Somehow, though Tahl'Atir managed to hold him off for a time. Eventually, though, the superior swordsman swept away his blade leaving him defenseless.

Rather than kill him, though, the pair identified themselves. Both were greatly impressed by Tahl'Atri's skill, even more so when he told them he'd never been trained with the blade. Instead of abandoning him to the harsh wilderness, the instead extending an invitation. They asked him to return with them to their home where he might be given a purpose and would certainly be given proper training in hopes that he would never have to resort to any such banditry again. So, he returned with them to Tar Valon to begin his training. He arrived two months ago.
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