Name: Renoeil Syeth (Known as Ren)
Age: 29
Nationality: Tear
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 214
Hair color/length: Brown, cut above the ears.
Eye Color: brown
A quick overview of personality:
If you didn’t know him well, you might suspect he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s always smiling (more likely grinning) over something, and he infuriates his teachers by not seeming to care. He is actually a quick and effortless learner, when he cares to apply himself, which is rarely. When he is serious- which is a lot more often than it might seem- he is extraordinarily determined. He’s also a merciless teaser.
One Power Affinity:
Air: 6/10
Fire: 10/10
Water: 6/10
Earth: 9/10
Spirit: 9/10
Talents:
+Earth Singing
-Blossom of Fire
-Aligning the Matrix
Current Strength: 67
Base Strength: 60
Age when started to channel: 22
Current Age: 29
History:
Ren threw the ball up in the air, watching the flames, unnaturally curved into a ball. For a moment the ball stayed in the air, as a normal ball would do, and then began to descend until it was floating just above Ren’s hand. He held up the other hand, and a second ball of fire appeared, suspended in the air not inches from his flesh. He “threw” up both balls into the air, beginning to juggle them. It had been so long since he’d done anything close to what he had done before. Before he knew he could channel, before Jaayl had died, before he had come to the black tower- before.
"Juggling" the balls in one hand, he began to write a letter to his fiance. There was no way to break the news to her easily. He would be here for years- decades. Biting his lip, he picked up his pen. He had long since decided that a clean break would be best, but there was no way to make this easy, for either of them.
My dear, dear Cendaline,
I am afraid that we were correct in our assumption- I can indeed channel. The men here tell me that it is likely that I will become an Asha’man. Cendaline, I won’t come out of the Black Tower for years- more likely decades. I can’t expect you to wait that long, nor do I ask you to. I know your mother shall be disappointed that there shall be no wedding, and truly, my dear, I am too. I love you- and I hope you realize that. I will give you a wedding gift though, although there will be no wedding. You always asked me about my past, and I always told you that I would tell you in time. I suppose now is the last time possible.
I was born to Deyn and Hope Syeth, two people who were well off, and enjoyed their job- which happened to be captaining a riverboat in Tear. My father was the captain, and my mother loved to come along. I grew up on that boat. It was called the ‘Rose Petal’. My mother’s favorite flower was a rose. Of course, it turned out that my parents weren’t as kind and law-abiding as they seemed. When I was 10, they were hung by the neck for smuggling.
I took to the streets, having no idea what I was to do. All I had left was the clothes on my back, my mother’s pearl necklace, and a couple of my toys- including my colored juggling balls and flute. That was how I made my living for almost two years. Eventually, I became very, very sick. I couldn’t perform on the street corners anymore, and I’m afraid that I began to starve. Jaayl, well, Jaayl was my life. He was a gleeman, as you know, and he picked me up off the streets. His former apprentice had chosen a different life after less than a year of teachings, and Jaayl was lonely. He had been inquiring about the neighborhood for any boys that might be willing to be his apprentice. My name was offered up, along with where he could find me.
When he did find me, I wasn’t in good shape. I must admit that I was rather hallucinatory. He always used to tease me about the time I first saw him and started talking about how I loved strawberries. Jaayl always said that he was too softhearted, but he really outdid himself. He took me back to his inn, and had the local wisewoman give me herbs and such. I recovered, and honestly, I felt terrible. There was no way I could repay him at the time. He asked for me to be his apprentice, and I accepted.
In time, I learned more skills than I thought possible. I could throw knives, tell stories in high chant, do gymnastics, play the flute as well as multiple other instruments, and of course, juggle. Even when I was fully trained, I didn’t leave him. It was so wonderful to have some stability with him. Wherever he was, it was my home. This went on for more than ten years, until we went into Ebou Dar.
As you may have guessed, Jaayl was like a father to me. More than like- he was my father, in many ways. My life was centered around him. In Ebou Dar, Jaayl was killed.
Ren gritted his teeth. It was necessary, to complete this, to add in how Jaayl had died, but he tried to suppress the memory. He wanted to remember Jaayl alive and laughing, like he was during most of his life. He hated remembering the pale, limp white body. As much as he hated to admit it, it was one of his weaknesses. To conquer a weakness, you must first face it.- Jaayl, only two years before his death. Ren had been deathly afraid of nobles for what they could do- hang two people with little to no evidence. Now he just hated them. He sighed, and began to write again, the only difference being the death grip he had on the quill and how he pressed it to the paper with so much more force than necessary.
He had gone out advertising our show, and the street runners found him the next morning. Written on him in his own blood was “For the Great Lord”. I still don't entirely understand his death, but I have a fair idea. The man hated Darkfriends with a passion. I found him fighting with a darkfriend a week before his death. It was a long time ago, and the memory is blurred, but apparently the man had called the Dark One the ‘Great Lord’. Jaayl won the fight, and when the other man’s knife touched the ground, everything around it seemed to burn. Jaayl told me that it must have been a newer darkfriend- all the experienced ones never slip up so obviously. He must have had someone directing him. Jaayl went off to search for the person, or persons. He found him. He was found the next morning, displayed for all the world to see. with his arms and legs broken. I won’t give you the gory details, but it was an awful sight. This nearly broke me, for obvious reasons. I stayed for his burial, taking his cape, as he had asked me to long ago, if something should happen to the old man, before I began to search out the Darkfriends that had killed him. I never did find them, and to this day, I would kill them if I were to find them. This is the reason that I hate Darkfriends so much more than so many people. The chance that they could have been the ones- or that they killed someone who was as special to the people who loved him as Jaayl had been to me. I lived as a gleeman for about half a year before I broke down. I’m afraid that I began to wallow in drink, for I had realized that I had no one, nothing. I had nothing to loose, and no one to care if something were to happen to me.
As you know, this is where you come in. I cannot thank you enough for your assistance. You got me out of my downward spiral, which was closer to the bottom that you might think. For that, you will always have my respect, and remember- I owe you.
After you got me out of the bar and kept me sober, I realized that I could make a life for myself, if I tried. Another think that I have you to thank for. You put purpose back in my life. Everything has been so peaceful for those last three years. When those balls burst into flame and I kept juggling them, I suppose we knew things had to change, even though we kept it hidden... It's hard, all the what ifs. What if I hadn't lit the fire for us that night, what if it had been warmer, what if an Asha'man hadn't been close enough to feel it... so many what ifs. It is so much easier to think about other possibilities than face the truth. Our lives are separate, and we can't change that. It simply wasn't meant to be. "The wheel weaves as the wheel wills."
You are the sweetest person I have ever met, and I cannot say how much I regret that we shall not spend our lives together. I will come back to see you one day, decades from now, but your life will be better off without me. Enclosed is the string of my mother’s pearls. I kept it through all these years. I give it to you now so you can remember all the happy times we had together. If you ever need anything, enclose these in a letter to me, and I will come, if I can.
Goodbye, My love.
Renoeil Syeth
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To continue.
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Ren was miserable for the first few months at the tower, pissing off the asha’man, disobeying every rule he could, and attending to his studies as little as possible. He planned to refuse to take the test to become dedicated, and be put out of the tower. He could return to Cendaline and his life. However, eventually he figured out how long it would take to get the dedicated testing, even if he fully applied himself. Five years was far too long a time for him, but he had little other hope. He knew escaping was utterly useless –he’d seen his fellow soldiers when they got hauled back to the Towers- so he reluctantly settled in for the long wait, making no plans other than get to Dedicated. Three things changed that: The existence of the Red Shen. Ever since Jaayl’s death, Ren had had a fierce hate of all Darkfriends. What better way to repay the men that had killed his father figure? Second, a letter from Cendaline, telling him that she had moved on, and she ought to as well, and Thirdly, a young woman named Esoria. In truth, the novice’s name was Evei Atrium, but it was a lie she had upkept. She intrigued Ren’s interest, and eventually, they began to look at each other for partners to the Red Shen.
After more fights than either of them care to mention, they came to the agreement that they would indeed become partners.
A little more than four years later, Ren was raised to Dedicated. He spent most of his time thinking, but Evei, being the good partner she was, found him. Of course, it was a nasty little shock for Ren when he found out, that day, that 'Esoria' was really Evei.
I like it, very nice, approved. :)
This is just me reading, being that its already approved, but I thought while reading the part when Jaayl was murdered that it was a bit random. Not that I mean to downplay your plot specifics, but its like he was randomly killed off for no reason what so ever. It seemed a bit out of place.
So if you wanted to, you could lead into it with some more plot or some detail. Something that would make the succession of events not so sporadic.
My opinion only though, the rest is quite entertaining.
Thank you! :boing-boing: I am hoping good ol' Ren will be going into red, if things work out right and he and his future partner don't kill each other.
:thump: :lol: