Name: Broderick Goran
Age: 18
Nationality: Andor/Caemlyn
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair color/length: Brown/neck
Eye color: Brown

Personality
Quiet and reserved, Broderick, or "Brode" as he is known is a fiercley loyal man capable of incredible passions and loves. however, he has been hurt so badly, that it rarely shows. Perhaps with time it will return but he has drawn inward to himself becoming even more quiet and soft.

Overall strength in the One Power:
Air: Average- Strong
Fire: Average - Moderate
Water: Below Average - Moderate
Earth: Weak - Below Average
Spirit: Average -Shockingly strong

Talents:
+Mirror of the Mists
-Masking the Glow
-Illusion

History:

Born to Lurkan and Sallisan Goran, servants to the House Aitana. Brode grew up quietly, serving the master and his wife as did his parents. the Master's daughter, Morgaine was about the same age as Brode. As Brode began serving the family, even at the young age of seven, he was fascinated by her, her beauty, her grace. At night she would haunt his dreams. Her cold beauty was a winter that his heart could not bear. He once mentioned his feelings to his parents, and his father beat him until he bled. They were very proper about the distance between Nobles and commons. They were 'proud to be common'. There are still a few scars on his back from the beating. Every day he saw her at meals. Too small to do much in the way of work, Brode served the family wine or a similar drink at their meals. Hovering near the Master's elbow, filling cups that became empty, and watching Morgaine. Although, thankfully no one ever noticed his fascination.

At the age of ten, he began training to work in the stables. Horses fascinated young Brode, and it was one of the happiest days of his life when he learned to ride, and to care for horses. After a year or two of training, he began taking up duties as a stable boy. Feeding horses, and grooming them. Mucking out stalls, working quite hard. One of Brode's favorites was Coco, an all black horse that was quite laid back, much like Brode. For the next four or five years, Brode worked hard in the stables, learning all about horses he could, and learning to love them with a passion. They were a cure for his heart, a protection against the winter of Morgaine Aitana. His thin frame had changed form small to strong and wiry. Calluses decorated his hands, and the young man was not afraid of work at all. This would benefit him greatly in life later on, but he did not know it yet.

Then when he was about fifteen years old, Morgaine was riding Spirit, her magnificent fourteenth birthday present. She had learned to ride well over the years he had been working in there. Brode always managed at least a few minutes to admire her riding whenever she choose to. Once during this glance, he managed just in time to see Spirit start bucking. Brode was inwardly pleased now he would get a chance to look at Morgaine's riding prowess. But Spirit proved to be the tougher of the two, he threw Morgaine, and Brode looking around wildly, saw no one else who could help. Sprinting out of the barn, Brode ran towards the rearing white horse. If it was not calmed down soon it would trample Morgaine! Fortunately, he managed to reach it in time, grabbing a hold of the reins, he led it on a great chase as the maddened horse tried to get him. The noise had attracted more hands, and the men managed to help him calm Spirit down, and tie him. Morgaine never knew as far as he could tell, but the Master ordered the horse pur down. Brode helped bury it out by the creek, where it would be happy he hoped. Fortunetley Morgaine was mostly unhurt, and the Master himself thanked Brode for his quick thinking. As a reward, and perhaps a safeguard, Brode became Morgaine's personal horse boy. What a cruel mistress fate is! One the one hand he got that which he most desired, to be close to and noticed by Morgaine. The first time she said his name he almost fainted.

Then, Moragine was taken away, to the White Tower to become an Aes Sedai. Heartbroken, Brode returned to his horses, morbid and uncaring. He never noticed how a horse would suddenly do what he told it to, when it had
refused to obey, or other strange things that occurred. Until about two months later, an Asha'man came by when the strange occurrences happened. He found that Brode could channel, and dragged him off the the Black Tower. It was hard work there, but Brode was used to hard work. besides, perhpas he would find Morgaine?

ok i think im done..*crosses fingers*

Aww, I love it! It's a little bit short, but it's well written, and covers his life well, so I'll approve it. :)

*agrees with Sapphira* Approved though, you'll add more later...or die... :look ;)