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Riven Trimak
Profile: Riven is a quiet man, haunted by the dreams of a strange burning sword ever since his long sleep, which is accompanied by fierce headaches. Having a strong sense of right and wrong due to parents who chose to drink their lives away, he is bitter towards those who over indulge in such things. He has a habit of arguing for the rights of the young and innocent, due to a traumatic incident in his youth. He is a tall man, 6'2, with a slightly muscled body, and not quite two decades old. Short black hair with piercing gray eyes. He quietly stares into the eyes of those who are about to do dark deeds, feeling a strong urge to confront them. Shy and stubborn, he has a kind heart, especially to children and animals, but also a temper to make a two rivers wisdom proud, against what he perceives as wrong. Not very knowledgeable in ways of battle, he wants to be able to protect innocents, and to prevent many from going through the trials he has lived through Biography: My Name is Riven Trimak of Andor, and I would tell you of my path out of pain and shadows, light willing. Growing up in a small house in Caemlyn, near a tavern of course. I grew up in a household of no cares. I had no brothers or sisters that i know of, nor any other kin for that matter, was only us three, me my mother and my father. I grew up wandering the streets and playing with the strays, dogs loved me but cats seemed to really hate me, i never figured out why. And of course watching the Queens Guards taking care of business. They were my idols, protecting the streets, keeping justice, and keeping children safe. They once saved me from a drunken old darkfriend trying to take me, it was many summers back. The man had grabbed me by the wrist, and luckily for me the guards had just turned the corner and were facing us. He ran, like a headless chicken, i would say he was terrified... But i was wrong, definitely, my young friend down the street disappeared, and from what i had heard from my father one night, a few other children in the area disappeared as well. One day they caught him, chained him, and with cheering from the streets children. Brought him to the jails. and gave him some of the queens justice. I ended up leaving Caemlyn for a small farming community a ways southwest near murandy. I could not live under my parents’ roof any longer, there were too many things going bad. Over the years there’s one thing i have learned, and that is that farmers are truly kind men, you would be surprised how many rides one can get from helping pack the carts, and a bit of conversation, although on the trip i seemed to feel lightheaded often. In Oakhill i made do with helping the farmers plant the seeds for the crops, and helped with other things. The innkeeper was kind enough to also let me clean the stables for a place to rest. It was a good life for a few years until that strange never ending winter, crops started dieing, food running out, and sheep and cattle started disappearing or getting eaten by the light knows what. The village needed some extra supplies, since it did not look like spring would come soon, the mayors sister and her husband left for Caemlyn to sell wool, and other such things that were available, for supplies, so i had decided i may as well go see my parents, maybe even join the queens guard like i wanted to when i was young, and visit the grave of my childhood friend. We had even met whitecloaks along the way, but considering that they were looking for darkfriends, as they always seem to do, we hurried on our way. Things looked good, we though we were going to have a good trip, but things didn’t go quite that way... Once near the city we could not believe our eyes, there was two hairy men, big stout men emmary had called them to her husbands grief, but the closer we got, we noticed they had horns and beaks, trollocs... And my world went black. They told me i was in a dreamless sleep for a year at least, breathing drinking but not much else, i lost a year of my live... Turns out we were attacked and i got my head smashed with a club, that i was covered in blood. But i do not remember anything past the sight of those things... At least that’s what this kind lady had told me, i never had gotten her name, i had run out frightened, and never found my way back to thank her. May the light shelter her. At that time all i had were these constant headaches, and a vision of a burning sword, and often times i felt as the world is spinning. I was walking near the Queens Blessing one day, pardon me the newly rebuilt Queens Blessing, and i heard of a place where women and men worked together, apart from the White Tower and that other place, the Black Tower... A new place of hope and learning. I had decided i might as well go there, i would be no good to the guards like this if even they considered me for a position, although it would be fun working with those beautiful women guards they have now. A trip like this should take no time with luck and a few farmers. And with this rusty blade i had found, which looked like a whitecloaks long sword that i found in the ditch outside of town, i should be safe enough. I hoped. Light willing. Riven had avoided overpopulated areas on his way to the tower, since his condition made him feel as if he was not safe, he does not have much information about the current events in the world, other then there’s a dragon reborn.
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