Name: Kristian Lee Warren

Age: 18

Nationality: Amadician/Andoran

Height: 5'10

Weight: 195

Hair Colour: Vibrant Red (curly)

Eye Colour: Blue

Personality: Kristian is a quick and willing learner, he will study hard and be the best if it suits him. If he has no interest in a subject he will neglect and ignore it. He is easily angered and unforgiving to those that have wronged him until he has set things right. He is relentless in his vengance and will not rest until justice is done. He is set on doing right, but isn't afraid to do small wrongs for the greater good.

History: Kristian is the son of a monster, a man who is only interested in himself and his own goals, a man willing to take anything he pleases and if any resist a man willing to kill for what he wants. Kristian is born of rape, his mother only giving him life at her wisdoms request. "He will be a light in your darkness." she had told his mother and for a time it was true. His mother was beautiful long golden brown hair that fell below her waist and light blue eyes. A lady destined to be a powerful influence in her nation of Andor. But that all changed when she was out riding with her little brother in the Andoran country side. They stopped for lunch near a stream but were interupted by a small column of whitecloaks. There leader a lt. Warren introduced himself but only had eyes for the young girl sitting on the small blanket. Everything seemed to be going fine when Warren started touching Anna her brother put up risistance but was soon knocked unconcious. He raped her again and again until he got bored and they left.

Kristian was born nine months later and had a happy life growing up in Caemlyn. Again it all changed when Warren came into the picture. Kristian was five and watched as Warren and his men walked into there summer estate. They asked questions then left, but they came back. That night when they were asleep he was woken by screams laying in bed he stared at the roof not wanting to know what was happening. Suddenly his great uncle burst into his room. His sword was bare and bloody running up to Kristian he grabed him and headed out the door. "Close your eyes little one" He said as they made there way out of the building and into the stable. Kristian didn't listen he looked out at the carnage the white cloaks left behind looking for him. His entire family lay dead except for his great uncle Thomas. He didn't say a word as he looked down at his mothers bloody face. Cold tears fell from his eyes as he was placed behind his uncle on one of their horses. Bolting out the door and into the country they hid for five days before they decided to they could travel with out as much worry. They made their way into the Mountains of mist and made a home close to where the city of Manetheren once stood.

They lived there for 12 years hiding in the forsaken mountains. They had a small farm, his uncle trapping to make them clothing as well as to sell so they could pay for needed equipment. As he grew up he was taught different things, mostly combat and tactics. His uncle had commanded leagions under the first prince until he retired to the estate that Kristian had been visiting that fateful day. In the years spend living in the mountains Kristian became muscular and as strong as any man his uncle had seen according to his uncle. He became handsome but hard, his heart turned cold by hate and the need for vengance. He often asked his uncle about his mother and about the men that had come to the estate that day. He was told everything his uncle new and often day dreamed about how he would destory the so called white cloaks.

That winter his uncle died, getting a fever he couldn't get rid of. With his only known relative dead Kristan waited for spring and set off into the world to seek his vengance. For a year Kristian traveled in search of what he seaked but found nothing. He learned that the man Warren was now the Lord Captain Commander of the Childern of the light. Staying in Amadicia he discovered that getting close was extremely hard unless he was important. Finally after a year of traveling Kristian decided to seek further guidance. Traveling to the home of the Aes Sedai and Asha'man he set it into his mind to become a Gaidin, raise an army and destory the white cloaks for good. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"



[edit by Kiren: I changed the title of this topic to the appropriate title]

First of, Hi, and welcome to Fusion.... :)

I've read your bio and had my eyebrows arched quite a bit. now I've been on an extended LoA, and thus might have missed something, but as far as I know, Whitecloaks generally don't go about raping women.
Sure, there might be an occasional one (there's darkfriends n bastards everywhere), but I hardly doubt they'd be in a raiding group... and even less that the one doing said multiple rape and plain murder would become lord captain commander of the legions of the light.

Perhaps you could edit your text a bit, let it be normal thugs or so, or even the rare evil Whitecloak on his own or so.
a bit more reason behind why all of a sudden he'd come back to murder someone he raped years ago might make things clearer too.

Also, could you please read trough this page and sign up there?

reason he does this is because he wants to get rid of the evidance should it ever arise. Will edit later

please let us know when you have this ready to be looked over again. :) thankyou!

*pokes* friendly reminder to put up the whole bio and let us know when! :D

are you still interested in Fusions? You need to finish your bio up if that is so.