Name: Reens Aden
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice Warder
Appearance: Reens is slightly more built then someone of his background should be, standing at 6’2” has short blond hair with dark hazel eyes. His skin is slightly tanned and covered in a numerous amounts of cuts and scars from accidents gone wrong. He normally wears his apprentice warder attire but sometimes he likes to slip into clothes of his own making. These clothes usually make him blend into his surroundings as to make him unnoticed. These clothes are a light grey colour making them very unimpressive but effective at their job.
Personality: Reens is a kind man but is subjected to small fits of rage which go against his heritage (or do they?) But besides these he is normally a calm and collected person, quiet maybe. But this silence was a product of his childhood. These fits of rage usually only come out when someone he believes is important to him.
History: Reens comes from what you could call a fractured childhood this mostly due to the fact his father was a warrior from Saldea, while his mother is one of the Tuatha'an. This opposing dichotomy of heritages has almost torn Reens apart and has caused him many problems throughout his childhood. Even though he has never met his father he knows that from him he inherited his bloodlust. As a child Reens used to play with the other Tuatha'an children but one day his rage got the better of him and during this rage he punched one of the other children. This event sparked much argument over wether he should be allowed to stay within the confines of the caravan he belonged to, how could such violence be permitted among the Tuatha'an. After much talk among the others it was finally decided that he would be allowed to stay but his contact with others would be quite limited. This led him into a slight depression, he was only a kid and the rest of the people around him saw him as a beast. During the rest of his childhood his solitude gave him a chance to become better at his trade, he learned how to repair things and even build some of his own. He managed to craft a wooden sword of his own wanting to learn how to control his inner rage. Through years of silently sneaking away from the caravan for brief moments he managed to teach himself slowly how to wield a sword. Then when he heard of the White Tower and what opportunities it could hold for him, he left his caravan under the cover of darkness and eventually found himself at the gates of the tower. Thinking that he could use his rage for the powers of good rather then evil and for something or someone to cure his loneliness.
Relationships: Open
Other: Solitude used to be his only friend, now it has become his mortal enemy. (In other words he doesn’t like being alone even though he is drawn to it.)