<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Rhoven Bryce</span><br/>By RedMoon</span></div><hr/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i61.tinypic.com/wrjscp.jpg)</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Age:</strong> 31<br/><strong>Nation:</strong> Andor<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>Talent:</strong> None<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong> Valdar (unbonded)<br/><strong>Skills:</strong> <br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Sword</li><li type="disc">Spear</li><li type="disc">Bow (formerly near master level, not so good at it with one eye)</li><li type="disc">Tracking/hunting</li><li type="disc">Cooking</li><li type="disc">History and local trivia</li><li type="disc">Hates horses</li></ul><strong>Appearance:</strong> Rhoven is as powerful and athletic as one would expect a Gaidin to be. While not overly bulky, he has a solid figure and a strong face. His features are well-defined, and would perhaps be handsome if not for the old, faded scars surrounding his missing left eye. His left leg, injured during the same incident, occasionally causes him a limp which the healers insist is more a psychological issue than anything physical. His hair is short, dark brown, and slightly curly, his good eye a dark green in color. He rarely wears anything to cover the disfigurement.<br/><br/>When not wearing light armor, he prefers simple, comfortable clothing in earth tones. He is not one for anything extravagant or impractical anymore, having become much more serious since the death of his bonded partner.<br/><br/> <br/><strong>Personality:</strong> While Rhoven was never jovial per se, he was at one time much more open and friendly, even going so far as to tease and joke with others. Now, the Gaidin is serious, bitter, and does not play nicely with others. While he does his best to fulfill various duties around the tower to keep him busy, he lacks purpose or drive, and regularly volunteers for anything dangerous, to the point where anyone might think he has a death wish.<br/><br/>Rhoven has developed a strong distaste for impractical or pointless things, rejecting most basic comforts, save for cooking. A skill he has practiced for a long time, he is an accomplished chef. While he does see preparing meals beyond the minimum requirement for sustenance as pointless and foolish, he keeps it up as a link to happier days.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Rhoven had grown up among a military family in Andor. His father, grandfather, and brother were all soldiers, and he was certainly expected to follow suit. From a young age, he was taught about duty, to the queen, and to his nation, and had no problems with the expectations placed upon him. While none of his family members were more than armsmen, certainly a far cry from heroes, he held them in the greatest respect, and looked forward to the adventures that would come when he signed up himself.<br/><br/>As it turned out, adventures turned out to be a lot of marching around and standing at attention. He had excelled in training, due to the discipline and teachings from his family, but found the daily routine to be exceptionally dull. It didn’t seem like he was going to find the adventures he had dreamed about marching in formation down some all but deserted road. Fortunately, fate had other plans, and one such deserted road on one such on one such boring day had led to what appeared to be a noble’s carriage under attack, with only a single armed guard defending it against a horde of brigands, who no doubt saw the carriage as a veritable gold mine, with so little manpower defending it.<br/><br/>The brave Andoran soldiers had charged, despite being a minor detachment, and therefore outnumbered, but Rhoven had fought his way fiercely through to the caravan to help protect it. It didn’t need such help, as it turned out, for the lone defender was a Warder, and inside, his Aes Sedai. The Aes Sedai had been out seeking girls with potential, and was returning with a pair of them for training in the tower, one of whom happened to be a lovely young woman by the name of Janna. Two blessings came from the encounter; First, he was commended for his bravery and skill by both the Aes Sedai and her warder, and invited to come train at the tower. Second, he began spending time with Janna.<br/><br/>The two got along well from the moment they met, traveling back to Tar Valon. She was beautiful, clever, and never hesitated to joke or tease him. She mocked him playfully for his terrible cooking when it was his turn at camp, which drove him to hone those skills to impress her. They confided in each other while they each underwent training at Tar Valon, spent most of their spare moments together, and supported each other through their ordeals. As the years went by, both of them rose in rank through hard work, and Janna asked to bond him the moment she was raised.<br/><br/>Pleasant years followed, and Rhoven was content to never leave her side, to protect her, watch over her, and more. Their relationship went past friendship, and past the bond. It seemed too idyllic to last, and sadly, it was. Janna was dispatched on a dangerous assignment, but the two of them laughed it off as always, confident in their own skills, and each other. Rhoven returned from the mission some weeks later, carrying her body, missing an eye, and limping badly.<br/><br/>He hadn’t been the same since. Bitter and disillusioned, he refused to talk about the incident to anyone outside of the inquiry that followed her death. It was clear he blamed himself; No Gaidin should ever outlive their Aes Sedai. He had failed his one job, the one thing that had given him joy and purpose. The rage and grief had been overpowering, and while he had sated them in a fury of bloodlust on that day, it still remained, gnawing away at him. It was said that Warders without their bonded partners didn’t last long, and Rhoven made it very clear why; He volunteered, always, for the most dangerous assignments he could find, and fought with a reckless abandon and ferocity that he had never possessed before. While normally level-headed and calm, he became a different man in battle. Probably, he didn’t have much time left.<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> Mostly the same as player (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132985.msg5916826#msg5916826), quite dominant (in bed, he obeys orders otherwise), plays a bit rough.<br/><strong>Available for bonding:</strong> OOC, yes. IC, he’s not going to like the idea.</div>