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Cristopher al'Din
Profile: Cristopher is 5'10 with spiked dirty dish blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. He's an easy come easy go guy. Whenever something happens he lets it go by with a whatever type attitude. His likes to be sarcastic, which get's him trouble a lot of the time. Most other times his face remains neutral, not stone hard and emotionless, just neutral. At occasion he'll raise a questioning eye brow to annoy someone. Cristopher is a lean guy who is unusual compared to most people. He's a bored type of person who just wants to go somewhere and do something interesting. So he'll never back down from a challenge unless there are more important matters. He's naive around women and is very confused about them. Biography: Cristopher left the town he lived in without a second glance. With a little remorse, yes, but without a second glance. Luckily his family had his three brothers to take over the family tavern. Cristopher left for something else, something unknown. The tavern was repetitive. Someone would take a room, buy some drinks, and leave. That's all that ever happened. And with this newfound power he could do that something. It wasn't exactly newfound, weird things had been happening to Christopher all his life, but now he could do a bit. Cristopher couldn't do much, all he knew was how to bring a small object to him from about a foot away, but it drained him completely. But he planned to go out there and master this power. But he couldn't do it around his family, so he left to another place. He left to where the gleeman told him others with abilities were. He left towards Tar Valon. After a long day's journey he set up camp by the near river. He took out some bread, cheese, and filled a cup with the nearby water. He opened himself up and picked up a piece of bread using these waves he saw, he couldn't call them anything but waves. He just saw them flow towards the bread and bring it back to him. He felt a huge exhaustion after he grabbed it. He ate thankfully. A wanderer nearby saw him pick up the bread out of the air. Thinking Cristopher was some sort of demon, he ran over and started to beat Cristopher. Cristopher tried to get a nearby stone using the waves, but the efforts knocked him out. After the traveler was done, he left. Cristopher would have died that night if left alone. When Cristopher woke up, he was being carried by a short muscled man.
A few men found him after his beating. A man close by saw him awaken,
and started talking to him. Cristopher was still weary, so he didn't
understand much. But he did understand three words: You, Grey, and Tower.
And Cristopher slipped back in to unconsciousness.
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