Name: Corbus sa’Tari
Age: 170
Nationality: Arafellin
Height: 5’11
Weight: 180
Hair color/length: Waist length black hair, braided but, no longer with bells.
Eye color: Black

Personality: A hard, no nonsense man who is dedicated wholly to the Towers and the fight against the Shadow. Corbus is a man of little humor and many would call him short or rude but he only says what he means and speaks his mind with little thought to people’s humility. Soft spoken when he actually chooses to talk but when he does it is not on idle chatter but on what is important. He is haunted by a past he cannot remember and frequently goes without sleep as a way of running from his nightmares.

Talents: Aligning the Matrix, Blossom of Fire, Making Angreal

One Power scores

Current strength: 115
Base strength: 65
Age when started to channel: Entered the Tower at 19 + 12 years as a Soldier +14 as a Dedicated, + various off and on training mixed with practical use.= 115




Flow Affinity
Water: 7
Air: 8
Earth: 10
Fire: 9
Spirit: 8

History:

Little is known of Corbus’ early years even by him. What he does know comes from dreams and nightmares that are so jumbled and vague that they are indecipherable. One of the first things he remembers is awaking in blood soaked field among dead and dying men and man-creatures he did not recognize but was repulsed by. His head hurt, he could not see out of his left eye and his body felt like it was on fire, he felt more dead than alive but he was breathing, if raggedly. He lifted a hand to his stinging face and found it a swollen mass of bruises and gashes, hot to the touch and crusted with blood. He felt his eye and recoiled at the pain before gingerly running a finger down the long, deep gash that ran from his hairline, through his eye and downward to his chin.

He arose on wobbling legs and desperately cast about for any form of help. All about him were bodies of men and atrocities that were a blend of men and beast. He had no idea what this place was, how he had gotten there, and after several moments he realized he didn’t know anything about himself or even what his name was.

He was confused and scared so he ran from the scene, stumbling on corpses and slipping on the blood soaked ground. He ran for as long as his weakened body allowed him, only just out of sight of the butcher’s yard, and he collapsed once again on the side of a road in some bushes.

He had no idea how long he was unconscious but, he awoke bouncing
on the straw covered floorboards of a cart. He tried to rise but a calloused hand gently, but firmly, pushed him back down as a voice said, ”Down my lad, we will be there soon enough”

He blacked out once more and his head was filled with images of the beast-men fighting him and other men in battle. He heard someone cry “Protect him!” right before he saw a scythe like blade held by a wolf muzzled man sweep in a downward arc towards him and then blackness once more. He knew he awoke in fits and starts, screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing wildly. He felt strange inside sometimes, like he was freezing and on fire at the same time those times he heard screaming that was not his, shouting inaudibly but full of fear.

Corbus had no idea how long he was near madness and what was a dream and what was reality but, the next thing he remembered was lying on a soft bed in a strange room surrounded by women. Impulsively he recoiled and tried to run but was quickly bound by something he could not see and pushed back down on the bed.

One of the women spoke then, in a soft and commanding voice; “We
mean you no harm, you are in the hands of Aes Sedai now boy and you will soon be well.” She came to him then and stroked his head. She was brown haired and average looking, not beautiful but not ugly, with high cheekbones and a tiny nose. Corbus did not know her or who he was for that matter, were he was or what an Aes Sedai even was but he felt that this woman wished to help him so ceased his struggles and was soon released from whatever it was that bound him.

He felt empty inside for a reason he could not explain and when he voiced this he was told that he was one of those men who could touch the True Source, whatever that was, and was...shielded she said so he would not hurt anyone unintentionally. He had been Healed she said, and when he lifted a hand to his face only the scar crossing his eye remained. That had been to sever to remove completely and he would never see out of that eye again but he was alive. She then went on to tell him the little she knew of him from what she was told by those who found him.

He had been found late in the day by a farmer and his daughter on their way home from the market. They saw his hand protruding from the bush he fell in and seeing he was near death they immediately made for the White Tower, which is were he now was. He apparently had nearly killed them more than once during the journey here and was more than lucky neither decided to drop him somewhere to die. Corbus did not understand any of it, what a White Tower was seemed the least of his worries compared with knowing who he was. A journal was found on him bearing his name and nothing else, the pages ruined beyond reading by water and blood. Corbus sa’Tari was his name by the engraving on the leather of the book and that was all he had to go by.

He was told he would not be allowed to go his own way until he could control the power he possessed. He would go to the Black Tower and train under the Asha’man until that time. Corbus fought as hard as ever to be allowed to leave, even killed one of the guardsmen that was set inside his room one night but, always he was bound by something he could not see and trussed to his bed until he calmed down.
After several weeks of this he resigned to his fate and promised to do as he was told. He felt bound by his word for it was all that he had and he dove into his training and a....Soldier they called it. Corbus learned much during his time as a Soldier, mainly that he had what they called a block, he could not channel unless his eyes were shut tight. His instructors thought that he only started channeling after he was injured, that it manifested and developed in his subconscious as a way to defend himself. This was the reason he had this block. They thought him to be around nineteen and most likely Arafellin for his hair had been in braids with bells at the ends. Again not much of this made sense to Corbus who didn’t know what an Arafellin was but he took their word for it keeping his hair long but doing away with the bells that decorated them.

He worked through his time as a Soldier as best he could with the little knowledge he had of the world and made a few friends; none of who he was very close with for many did not understand why he was as he was. He was often short with people and outspoken on almost anything he felt needed saying but otherwise spoke little to any other than those he felt close to. He devoted himself to those he felt had saved his life, the Aes Sedai and Asha’man, who now taught him of the world and the people in it. He was told he would be strong in saidin when he reached his full potential. He was able to break his block into his sixth year as a Soldier, the process was long and most often painful but afterwards he was able to gain much more control over saidin and became more dexterous in it’s use. His disability never really bothered him as he did not know anything else so dealt with it as he had everything else up to this point.

It was soon after this that he learned that his abilities leaned towards battle weaves; specifically Blossoms of Fire, which he came to find out, was his first Talent to manifest. He was very good at destruction, and it frightened him a bit. He still had nightmares of his first memories; Corbus had learned nothing else of his past in his years at the Black Tower. Only his dreams told him of anything and those were fragmented and seemingly reorganized so they did not flow as they should. He still awoke in the middle of the night, sweat soaked and disoriented, most times it took several minutes for him to remember where he was.

Despite this he kept true to his word and trained harder than ever after he had his block broken. He threw himself into his lessons as if to work the memories to the surface, as if to force himself to forget, if only for a moment, the atrocities roaming inside his head. It was in his tenth year that his second Talent manifested, Aligning the Matrix, a Talent that was used to create the heron marked swords and other Power wrought items of metal ores. He had a strong affinity towards Earth and this skill helped him work out the details to his Talent. He created many weapons for the Warders as well as those the Towers could sell of distribute as they wished. He did this with no regard for any profit he might incur but, for a slight repayment on the kindness he has been shown since arriving. Both Towers were thankful for his efforts but distant as Corbus knew they must be to a Soldier.

He was raised after twelve years as a Soldier and wore his silver sword on his black coat with a pride that was palatable. He walked tall with his head up and for the first time since arriving at the Black Tower he felt as if he belonged. He grew stronger in the Power as the years went by and steadily increased his abilities with the flows. The nightmares that have plagued him for years have lessened but never stopped. They made him a distant person, never trusting too fully even those he had grown to care about. He did not awake in the night anymore and the dreams seemed to be coming together but never formed into a picture he could recognize.

His time as Dedicated was the hardest he had known. He was forced to his limits and went to bed exhausted every night to awake still tired but eager to continue his training. He discovered his third and final Talent quite by accident during an exercise on using angreal. He felt attuned to the object he held, a fat little man with a sword, an angreal that was only taken from the holding for this class. He held it and could almost see how it was created, could feel the differences needed to make one.

He voiced his suspicions and was asked to try and create a copy of the angreal. He was given a block of jade and after Corbus studied it and the fat little man he began. He melded the flows of saidin in a way that he could not explain. The threads wound around the block of jade and it seemed to melt and become like clay. The green mass was sculpted by saidin and after what seemed like an eternity Corbus released the weave and found himself staring at an exact replica of the fat little man, only it was not holding a sword but had it’s hands placed in it’s lap. He was congratulated and sent to work on making more.

He soon regretted letting his Talent be known for he spent most of his time making angreal of differing strengths attuned to males. It did benefit Corbus in ways he did not anticipate though. He quickly became very good at making very strong angreal and was much faster at creating them. Weak angreal came more naturally but, the stronger ones were more coveted by all so those are the ones he made most often.

Corbus’ strength in saidin grew with each passing year and after fourteen years as a Dedicated he was Raised to full Asha’man, receiving his dragon pin to wear opposite his silver sword. He chose to join the al'Dieb Cha Shen and was quickly admitted for his skills. He worked hard at learning the ways of his Shen, he absorbed the knowledge imparted on him by his superiors. He did not leave the Tower for many years after rising to Asha’man, Corbus had grown used to life here and was nervous
to leave. He only knew what others had told him of the world and nothing else so he did not know what to expect. It had been over thirty years since he had stepped foot out of the Tower, he had never even seen the sights of Tar Valon. It was required of his Shen to venture to world gaining knowledge and recruiting new members to the Towers.

On his journey out of the Black Tower he found that people respected him even before he spoke to them. They listened when he talked to them and answered any questions he asked quickly and accurately. He ingrained himself in different cultures for he had never really had one of his own as far as he knew. He spent many years out of the Black Tower, binding nations together tighter and assuring them that the Towers had their best interests at heart with every action. Corbus never ventured into the Borderlands, in fact never went further north than Tar Valon. He was not ready to confront who he really was; he might not have liked who he had been before he was found so he was content to leave it in the past. Dead and buried like his memories, if not the nightmares that still followed him after all these years.

He now spent more time out of the Tower than within and his strength in saidin grew until it reached its height during his one hundredth year through sporadic training and everyday use. He had never thought he would live so long or see so many things.

He grew to love his time out in the world but missed the Tower greatly and felt his time was better spent there were he could look after things that effected the whole of this world he had grown to love and adore. Upon reentering the Black Tower he began a personal quest to read the histories of the world and the Age of Legends. Corbus still felt woefully ignorant of the world even after his training in the inner workings of it and his travels during his time as an Asha’man of the al’Dieb Cha. He had always been merely a part of any envoy to the nations of the world and not an integral part of it. This had irked him for years and he meant to remedy it no matter how long it took.

Corbus immersed himself in the libraries of the White Tower often times for days on end, having servants bring him food and drink when he remembered he needed them. He studied the histories with a hunger for more that he had not felt since first beginning his training. He was as recluse as always during this time, hardly speaking to anyone save to ask a question or make a short statement that pertained to something on his mind. He began to realize that he was distancing himself from those who cared for him and that which he now cared for most of all, the Towers and the advancement of its cause against injustice.

He began to carouse with members of his Shen, those he felt more comfortable with. He began to open up some and tell about his worries and goals in life. It felt good to Corbus to talk to people, he had been alone for a long time even in a crowd. He had no past and that set him apart, made him not normal and a lot of people didn’t understand his underlying anger for what happened to him. His whole childhood had been stripped away from him for reasons he couldn’t begin to understand and he was hateful for it in a way he did not fully comprehend. His newfound knowledge of the world did not replace that which he had lost. His Shen understood what he was going through and sympathized with him, knowing he was trying his best to fit in and do his part for the Towers.

Corbus learned that he was actually good with people when he gave them a chance and enjoyed the conversations he had with people. Many came to him for advice or questions and he gladly answered them all, it was one of the only times he would say more than a few words at a time. Due to this he had many backers when the time came to elect a new Rei and was first among the many contenders for the position. Corbus was voted into office during his one hundred and twenty-fifth year and preceded with his job diligently. Corbus used his knowledge to advance his Shen and began to dabble in conceptual technology that he felt might advance the world in a whole. Corbus surrounded himself with inventions and books on the Age of Legends advancements and tried to copy or mimic them as best he could.

It is now that this knowledge needs to be advanced before it is lost once more. Corbus strove to make any new advancement he could for the future generations of the world he had come to love.

Can you put a space between your paragraphs to make it easier to read? Thank you :D

Absolutely wonderful bio! I love it, definitely approved. :)

Sweet! :boing-boing:

I want to know what happened to his eye and why people were trying to protect him. :look

I loved it, you really incorporated the Shen descriptions into his character. ^_^ I look forward to seeing in depth character relationships. I also look forward to working with our new Rei!

approved

I had never done a character with so much mystery so I thought it might be fun :)