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Caith Delvin
Profile: Caith is of small stature, slender-limbed and has experienced the humiliation of being mistaken for a girl a couple of times. A not-so-odd thing considering his finely cut facial features, big eyes, thick, long eyelashes and pale skin that freckles in the sun. He's not very strong but on the other hand both agile and fast (which has proven useful, people like to beat up "sissies" every once in a while) and quite apt at climbing and similar things. Caith, or Cat, as he's often called is used to being joked about, but usually does his best at biting back with a snappy retort with varying success. He's a bit touchy about his pride and can quite easily be taunted or goaded into doing a lot of stupid things quite simply because he can't step back from a challenge. He can be quite mischevious. Girls have shown interest in him every now and then but he appears to be strangely uninterested, or he just feels akward about it. His major assets is his extreme agility and speed and a capabillity to think on his feet, on the other hand he has no confidence in his physical strenght, he really doesn't believe it exists thus making him "weaker" than he is since he doesn't believe in it, and it's also keeping him from reaching his full strenght. He also has an affinity and great love of horses and is quite apt at lot of onhorse gymnastics, all inspired by tales of the great shienarian horsemen, he's dislocated limbs because of it more times than he can count. As a typical Mayener Caith is very outspoken and often speaks his mind before thinking, often in a snappy or sarcastic way that has earned him use of his quick feet more than once. He is also fiercly proud of everything of Mayene, and very disdainful towards everything Tairen except their horses, which is not so odd since his family breeds tairen horses. Ss of now he's set on one goal and one goal only, and that's to become a warder, he doesn't really know what that would mean exactly but he's pretty much supposing that he'll find out on the way. He feels a sort of need to participate in the great events of the world, A need to fight against the shadow, to be something else than a farmboy good at handling horses. He's not very good at disguising how he feels, his eyes tend to betray him. And he has an unconcious habit of biting his lip and/or grabbing a fistfull of hair at the base of his neck when troubled or thinking hard about something.
Biography: Caith grew up on a breeder farm a little outside of Mayene with his parents who were dealing in horsetrade and three older brothers. Growing up in this enviroment has made him quite good at riding and handling horses, an abillity he's proud of. Acctually, his brothers are only his half-brothers, their mother died in a boating accident and some years later their father married a woman from Cairhien which would explain his very different looks compared to his brothers. However, life isn't all that easy with three older brothers of which all of them could easily tuck you under their arm and throw you in the river if they wanted to. Sure you can endure taunts from siblings, there's nothing else to expect really, but this all around taunting from his brothers, friends, his father etc. gave birth to an intense desire to prove that he wasn't just a girly sissy, that he too was someone to count on apart from when something needed to be fixed on the roof, or anything really that required a small and light person to do it. So, when he was about 14, something happened to finally make up his mind for him. He and his father had gone to Tear to visit a great horse-market held there every year, to sell some, and possibly to buy some. He had been there every year since he was 10 and was used to it by now, but still, it was an exciting event (despite all those ignorant stupid tairens everywhere, but this was the place to find new good tairen blood-stock, so what were one to do then?). Business had been running smooth for his father, unusually well acctually and he had in a fit of generous spirit given Caith some coin to go and have something to drink and enjoy himself for a little while on his own while he discussed some bigger trade over a mug of ale with another trader. So, of he went. It was a nice day so he went down to the docks to look at the boats for a while, perhaps buy himself something sweet and have a look around, he had never really had time to look around Tear on their previous visits, what with the market and all. Unfortunately, things didn't turn out that way, to make a long story short he met a few boys his age, they came to words and finally blows, which left him with quite a mangled face and robbed of his money. It was total humiliation. The very same evening he calmly told his father that after they had returned from the market he was going to leave to become a warder. "I've had it with being the butt-end of everyones' jokes" And rightly so, about two weeks later he was riding out of his parents farm forever. After a couple of months of travelling, he came to the Grey Tower shortly after his fifteenth namingday.
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