<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Beneth Farsheron</span><br/>By Matttheman89</span></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Retired by player</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Nation:</strong> Amadicia<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>Talent:</strong> Wolfbrother<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Ability to communicate telepathically with wolves</li><li>Dream-walking</li><li>Lock-picking</li><li>Proficient with daggers, staffs, and archery</li><li>Hunting</li></ul><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Beneth stands at a little over 6' and possesses a lean and trim build that belies the strength that resides within his taut muscles. Messy and dark brown hair rests atop his head; lacking in any sort of prominent beard or mustache, he still has a scruffy countenance about him. But his most prominent feature by far are the pair of golden eyes that mark him for what he is - for those in the know, anyway - as a Wolfbrother.<br/><br/>The few clothing he possesses tends to vary between dark shades of green, brown, and black cloth for the sake of reduced visibility. He often wears a long and black cloak with a deep hood that can be drawn down in attempts to hide his eyes from those nearby. While traveling he traditionally carries a long and thick walking staff that doubles as a weapon should the need to defend himself arise, and he keeps a pair of daggers tucked within his sleeves whenever something with a bit more bite is needed. Aside from that, he keeps a quiver strapped to his back with a matching bow for use during hunts.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Quick with a joke or sarcastic quip about nearly any situation, Beneth gives off a lackadaisical air about much of the world that tends to lead people to believe he takes very little seriously. In reality, his demeanor often serves to mask his true nature. He worries greatly about his own future, and perhaps as a result of his unnatural sense of smell, is highly emphatic of the feelings of others around him. His casual and nonchalant actions serve as both a defense mechanism and as a sort of stress relief, helping to keep him grounded. He enjoys conversation but can be distant and evasive when it comes to speaking about himself, as he has developed a slight suspicious streak ever since becoming a Wolfbrother and discovering the way that certain people reacted to that fact. He can be respectful to those who hold authority, but has never been one to blindly follow said authority without question. If one can see through his occasionally abrasive attitude, one will be able to see that he actually possesses a kind spirit, and will rarely turn his back on those that may need his help.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Living in Amadicia can be difficult enough for the average person, thanks to the presence and thinly veiled control the White Cloaks have within the area. But when you suddenly begin to develop strange and unnatural abilities, it can become a nightmare. At first it was little cause for concern; an odd dream involving wolves every so often, instances where Beneth would notice that his senses seemed to be a little bit stronger than those around him, or perhaps a strange feeling whenever he came across a dog or even a wolf while out in the wilderness. But as time went by, it became more and more obvious that something was changing within Beneth, and it wasn't just his eyes changing color. <br/><br/>His hearing grew abnormally powerful; sounds that would be distant or impossible for a normal person to hear would be as clear as day to him. His eyesight became sharper and sharper until he could actually see further and with more clarity than anyone else, even within the darkness of the night. His sense of smell seemed to be the most effected, as it reached almost supernatural levels of keenness. He could track and discern the different scents of what felt like dozens of things at once, and even seemed to be able to get a whiff of the moods of both people and animals if they were close enough. Try as he might, such abilities couldn't be hidden away forever, and eventually drew the attention of the overzealous White Cloaks.<br/><br/>Certain that he must have been some kind of Darkfriend, it was only a matter of time before they came to haul him off to face their harsh justice. When he was finally cornered though, another disturbing change suddenly occurred within Beneth. As if the final piece of the puzzle fell into place to break down the final walls that separated him from his humanity and the wolves that he had been growing to more and more resemble. He grew feral and lashed out at them like a wild animal, killing two White Cloaks before vanishing into the night and fleeing his homeland. When he became lucid once more, he was horrified by what he had done, and was certain that he would never be able to return. He went into hiding in the wilderness; staying within the forests as he made his way away from Amadicia and other territory controlled by White Cloaks, he only went into towns and small villages when absolutely necessary. The risk of being found kept him too wary to stay in any one place for long, as well as the fear of...losing control again. Those fears would only be exasperated by the knowledge that everywhere he went, he never failed to come into contact with wolves. It was as if they were trying to tell him something, but he wouldn't listen. He shut them out as much as possible, fearing that he was going mad. <br/><br/>Eventually, his travels brought him to Andor and within sight of Tar Valon. He had heard stories of the so-called witches that lived within the White Tower. The White Cloaks publically denounced them, but many people often spoke of the wonders they could perform and the knowledge they possessed. Was there any chance that perhaps someone among the Aes Sedai could help him? Could they at least tell him what was happening to him? After several days of squatting within the wilderness surrounding the Aes Sedai compound, he finally worked up his courage and made his way to the White Tower. Even if they weren't welcoming, he doubted they would do anything to him as harsh as what the White Cloaks might do to him now.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">OOC Notes:</span></span></div><hr/><strong>O&amp;O:</strong> O&amp;O's  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205576.0)<br/><strong>Available for bonding:</strong> Yes, if the Aes Sedai could convince him that she could be trusted.</div></div></div>