Prefered armor type: Full ABS
Weapon of Choice: Great Claymore

Weight: 148 lbs
Height: 5'7"

Strongest Stat: Strength/Constitution

Special Abilities:
- Tracking
- Bashing
- Lock Picking
- Surviving in the wild

Biography:
I was born in the Borderlands, and was raised with the tradition and necessity of battle. When I was 12 years old, my Father was killed during a trolloc raid, and ever since I have had a burning hatred for the evil brutes. I vowed to fight them wherever and whenever I could. When I turned 17 years of age, I took my father’s warhorse and long halberd, and went out to fight them.

For years now, I have been wandering the world, fighting trollocs wherever I went. I traveled far and wide, finally coming upon this great city of Cairhien. While visiting a remote village near there, I was witness to another atrocity. I saw a group of savage Aiel warriors attacking a mother and her child, the mother frantically swinging a sword, trying to defend her young boy.

Enraged at the way the Aiel were attacking innocents such as these, I rode heedlessly to their defense. Swinging my halberd in wide arcs, I knocked one to the ground, then charged down at the others. So great was my battle rage that I was able to drive off even these implacable warriors.

But to my dismay, upon returning to the site of the battle, I found that both the mother and her boy were dead, killed by the Aiel I had knocked aside at the start of the battle. The Aiel himself was lying there, dead, as well, with the sword in the desperate mother's hand sticking through his chest. From that day forth, my rage against the Aiel became almost as great as my rage against the cursed trolloc race. Since Cairhien is close to both the Aiel and the trollocs, my mortal enemies, I decided to make this my permanent home, fighting the injustice and suffering in this fair country, and now think of it as my real home.

Now, I am a member of the Rising Sun, and fight the evil filth of trollocs and fades wherever and whenever I can.