((History's not quite finished, I should be able to finish it up tonight))

Name: Sobren al'Cora

Age: 20

Nationality: Andoran

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 170 lb

Hair: Light brown, spiked and cropped.

Eyes: Brown but cold

Personaltiy: Sobren is quick to anger and slow to forgive. His temper has gotten him in trouble many times, though when confronted by authorities, his swift tongue has usually been sufficient to keep him from getting too deep. Other than the flash-point temper, Sobren's a pretty amiable guy, always looking for something fun to do. Very few things dampen his positive spirit, and even then it doesn't stay dampened for too long. If you ever see this boy moping, call in the Healers. Sobren is also a very intelligent individual, and cannot tolerate stupidity in any form whatsoever.

Overall One Power Strength: Strong

Base Power - 60

Age Started Channeling: 17

Current Age: 20

Current Power - 63

Affinities:

Fire: 10
Earth: 8
Spirit: 7
Air: 5
Water: 4

Talents:

+ Spinning Earthfire
- Blossom of Fire
- Fire Shielding

History: Sobren is the son of a blacksmith in an Andoran village so small it didn't even appear on maps, though he did know it was a day's ride to King's Cross, and that was nearly cross country, as the small goat path would sometimes disappear for miles. Being the son of a smith was not hard, though he was also the caretaker of the family, being the oldest of four children. Growing up Sobren's closest companion was his only brother, Darin, who was a year younger than Sobren. He remembers fondly the times they were reprimanded by the Wisdom for knicking sweetcakes in town. His father was known for being one of the best smiths around, except maybe Aloran Deckard, but he was based all the way in Caemlyn. In truth though, it was Darin's Altaran mother, with a good head on her shoulders that really made the business work. As the eldest child in the family, and a son besides, Sobren was also his father's apprentice, helping him work the forge day in and day out once he turned eleven. He and Darin would sometimes take turns, though Sobren was the son the village recognized as heir to the al'Cora smithing business. In addition to helping his father, Sobren also aided his mother in watching over his two younger sisters, Elia and Lucre, five and six years younger than Sobren, respectively.

At age fourteen, his father began teaching Sobren how to properly wield the weapons he was forging. Although many others in the village thought this strange, Caemar al'Cora simply ignored them, citing that the amount of travelling Sobren would be doing delivering goods to larger cities would be more than cause enough for learning self defense. Sobren's lessons started with the quarterstaff, one of the most common weapons on the road. Starting with the seven basic strikes on each end, Sobren was proficient enough to defend himself within a matter of a few months, though he would by no means survive against a trained blademaster. At fifteen Caemar introduced Sobren to the sword, one of the most elegant weapons ever made. Sobren worked diligently, running through the forms for hours on end, sometimes even sparring with wooden swords against his father. Of course, his weapons training was secondary to his apprenticeship as his father's heir to smithing.

When he was seventeen, Sobren began to notice something strange when he was working the forge. Whenever he was concentrating particularly hard on a piece, the forge would inexplicably grow hotter. At one point it grew so hot that his father had to leave the forge, though Sobren never noticed it. Many people around the village began to remark on it, some saying they could feel the heat from the forge if they came within ten paces of the place. Rumors began to circulate, as they are wont to do in small villages. Sobren of course paid them no mind. As far as he was concerned, the Elders could keep their rumors.

It was not until he was returning home from a trip to King's Cross, two years after his strange working of the forge, that he was forced to acknowledge that something was not quite right. He had been followed since he left the town, and when he was halfway home, his followers made their move. There were three of them, one with a bow and arrow and two with swords. Sobren engaged the two with his quarterstaff, being careful to keep the blades from slicing his weapon down to a mere toothpick. He held his own for a while, the two were not very well trained, and they had probably stolen those swords. And then the bowman took his first shot, the arrow taking Sobren in the shoulder. Within seconds the swordsman had taken advantage of his injury, and were slowly driving him back. He sustained another cut across his chest.

That was when he started panicking. And in his panic, he did something he never thought of. He reached into...something he had always known was there, but was not quite sure what it was. It filled him with fire and ice at once, and at once his senses were sharpened even as whatever he had grabbed hold of threatened to shove him away, but he held on desperately. All he could think of was the two swordsmen and the man with the bow, and his need. The need to survive. The need to make them die. These two needs overwhelmed his senses, bubbled up to the surface. He kept his focus on those needs, before the power he was holding onto slipped away from him, and in front of him, where before there had been three bandits there were now only charred hunks of stone, still glowing where the fire beneath the ground had reached up into them. Thus he discovered his first Talent of Spinning Earthfire.

It was not for minutes after this even that Sobren finally realized what he'd done. What he was. A man who could channel the One Power. Legend had it that long ago it had been tainted by the Dark One himself, but Sobren had felt no such taint on it. But then, his village still viewed channelers as witches and sorcerers bent on bringing destruction upon the world. He could not return there, not after this. But he did have these goods and coin to return to his father, he would do that at least. It was another hour or two of riding before he reached the village in the dead of night. Sobren left the wagon next to his father's forge, went inside and found a parchment and an inked quill.

Father,

It is with great regret that I write this letter. On my way home from market this night, I discovered that I can channel the male half of the One Power. I am sorry, but I cannot remain your apprentice in this village any longer and retain any sort of peace of mind. I do not know where I will go from here, only that I must go. Darin is a fine young man, and every bit as talented with the forge as I am.

Your loving son,

Sobren al'Cora

P.S. Thank you for the weapons training, had it not been for that, I would not have lived to discover my abilities.

Leaving that note on his father's work bench, Sobren left once more in the night, astride one of his father's horses, though it was the one Caemar always let Sobren use when he went to town. The ride back to King's Cross was long and Sobren soon found himself falling asleep in the saddle. He would have to make camp for the night. When he woke the next morning he continued his journey, and was in King's Cross by midday. It was here that he first met the man named Eltan Aravar, a man who also claimed he could channel. He told Sobren that the place to go for channeling men was a place called the Black Tower, in Tar Valon. He offered to accompany the teenager there, and Sobren gladly accepted.

A year their journey took, with Eltan feeding lies and deceit into Sobren's ear their entire time. He convinced Sobren that only the Dark Lord could save him, that male channelers, with or without the taint, were destined to die terrible deaths, and the Dark One could save him from this. Two days outside of Tar Valon, Sobren al'Cora pledged his life to the Lord of the Dark. When Sobren stepped across the bridges to Tar Valon, he suddenly noticed that Eltan was not with him, probably it was too dangerous for him to be there. Nevertheless, Sobren made his way to the Black Tower, it was impossible to miss, and there began his new life as a channeler for the Shadow....

Haven't looked at much of it yet, but I did note one thing, the channeling age. It's very rare for men to start channeling before they're 18, and before 16 is completely unheard of, so Sobren needs to be at least a couple of years older when he starts to channel. ;)

Fixed the ages and finished out the bio.

Oh, goodness, I just realized I hadn't looked at this yet! I'm so sorry, I'll get to it later this evening if not within the next few minutes! I'm so sorry! :look

EDIT: Great bio, approved! :D

honestly, I think its a bit short. Sweet yes, but still short. Just make sure to update it regularly with information, and all should be well.

Approved