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Ithyn Falindor
Profile: Ithyn is a thin boy of mere 60 kilogrames, he stands just about 5 feet and 7 inches. He has pale almost translucence skin and light blue/grey eyes. His face is framed by pale sandylight blonde hair that goes over his ears and almost to his shoulders, down onto his back the hair reach almost the whole back. His ears are quite small and so is his nose, he has pale lips that almost never shows his white teeth. He stands with strong bearing not suggesting Ithyn to be a strong man but yet having enough strength to bear himself worthly in stance. He has no facial hair and not much on the body either. He has a little feminine touch to him, not that he could be mistaken for a girl but the serene feeling is there. He has a long scar on his back, momento from his father. He is seventeen and may be taken for one or two years younger by apperance, though he has developed quite normal through his life. Ithyn almost always bears a simple silk shirts and a coat, a little longer than domani custom. Breeches and a normal pair of shoes. He has a light colour on his shirt and darker ones on his coat and breeches. He always wears a pair of earrings, gift from elder sister; they are silver with blue jewelry, almost alwyas covered partially by his hair. He also has a signet ring he never wears and a simple silverchain around his neck. Ithyn often seems to be dreaming, looking up in the sky; at the stars. He walks with a distant look in his eyes, taking steps with care, shy as he is. When talking he often moves his left arm to to his lips and has a puzzled look to his face, he is confused and afraid of talking with strangers too much. He seems always to be calm and disciplined but in fact he can be quite angry and during that time his shy nature loses grip and he breakes free for a time. But he can never strike with anger at friends or family not even people who treat him bad for a long time, he grows detached with them and let them have there way, but if it goes too long... He can often be seen pulling his hair back with his right hand, a gesture of impatience or boredom, often used when studying alone. He's polite but very curious but often too shy to ask to much before he comes closer to a person. Biography: Void I woke again, gazing up into the endless night, seeing the depths of my heart, grasping my future, a bottomless pit. I reached out and couldn't stop staring at the stars, and they stared back, insuring me of my little part in the huge noisy world. But they granted me comfort, I wasn't alone. I knew there were no place for me in this world, I was to shy and to restrained in young years to be of much value. To wound that ached on my back was much of a promise that my father loathed me more than ever. We had been fencing when he yelled at my girlish ways and stroke me with cold steel, perhaps it was good that he didn't kill me, he looked capable, or perhaps he should had. The nurse was at me now, the night couldn't isolate me the whole time so I tried a smile for her, she smiled back and began my inspection. She slowly began to undress me and gave me a node, "poor boy, that sharp spike must have hurt? How far did you fall?"... Early nights I fenced and played alot with my elder brother. Occasionly I met with my even older sister, she used to take good care of me. Me mother was my fathers new bride, and I the only son. My brother was the heir, so I was treated well but most responsibilities was left to my brother. I had a good education and learned slowly that my father was a minor noble, a warrior hero in the war of Almoth Plains, and my mother a young talanted merchentess. My father was cold, and my mother warm. I think father saw me as a whimp and treated me as such. I'am Ithyn of Falindors house, son of Dantiero and Seles. I have an older brother named Rahnard, and an older sister named Fioriantine. My brother my elder by 4 years and my sister my elder by 12 and already married to some noble. Cold nights I'm older but I live isolated, away from normal people, I meet with my mother often in our manor, father is out in war somewhere, brother is with him. I do study alot, often for myself. I find comfort in the stars, often sitting whole nights looking up into them. I study a little art of which I'm quite intrested in, something that keeps me going. I feel rejected and repulsed but my enviroment , both brother and father has since my early boyhod until now (15 years) when they left for war been on me. Just my mother and my hobby of art keeps my going. Endless nights
I'm different, sometimes I can be in my room a whole day, no one ever
sees me, I'm invisible. Me myself and no one else. Guess I'm afraid
of company, it can start in the nights, me gazing into the stars,
suddenly I'm lost, it's silent around me, and I'm in the void, noone can
find me, my hearts is pounding, I can escape everything sometimes, and
It makes me so much afraid.
I'm afraid of myself, I think my own creations and silence are the work of madness, and I very well think I know where it may come from, I just wait for an oppurtunity to please my mom, and not angry her with my dissaperance. My mind is racing, I've heard about Aes Sedai, perhaps I should travel to them and make them take the madness away. I'm confused. Mother is also worried, I tell her that I sometime will make her proud, and I'm a poor liar. The dawn is coming An Aes Sedai is staying at our house, she is just out traveling judging from her apperance. My mother is awed and makes me behave well and learn from the wise woman. I cannot look her in the eyes but I know what I must do. On the night I approach her room and knocks on her door. Tears in my eyes I greet the women when she after a long while opens the door. I explain my hard matter and begs her to remove my madness in Tar Valon. After a while of talking, she takes me with her for a travel. On the way she talks about the Grey Tower, the tower to which she is about to take me.
I thank the Creator and the Aes Sedai who showed me the way, I will
make my mother proud.
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