Age: 27
From: Arad Doman
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5’10″
Weight: 180 lbs
History:

Tristan Alan was born in Arad Doman to a family who wasn’t very rich, or very smart. They were just there. Or so he had thought.

Tristan was a good child. He didn’t do anything wrong or so he thought. Most children didn’t like to play with him because he had a strong temper. And it could be set off over the smallest things. Tristan enjoyed reading books. He was reading at an early age because no one would play with him. By the age of 11 Tristan had read many books. Most of which were out of his reading level for his age. But he read them anyway. His favorite books were the story books. The ones about savage Aiel, Mysterious Aes Sedai and their invisible Warders, The ogier.

Tristan wanted to live a glorious life like in the books. At 17 Tristan ran away from home to persue his life long dream of getting a story made about him. He would have tried being Aiel, but he knew he couldn’t do that. Ogier was the same way. He couldn’t channel, nor was he female so he couldn’t join the White Tower and become Aes Sedai. His only option was to become a Warder.

Tristan had to stop many times on his trip to Tar Valon. Since he’d run away from home with the few things he had that were truly his own, he didn’t have much to sell for money so he could eat. Tristan stopped in towns and would stay for a while to earn money and buy more supplies for the next leg of his trip.

One stop he made outside of a little village he was sleeping under a tree when he heard some muttering very close by. Tristan being the curious sort went to look what was going on. He sat in the shadows and listened to the conversation about glory and gold and the promise of a long life. As he listened more closely they were talking of great adventures, of their orders from their Master. All sounded so intriguing. The conversation drew on and on and Tristan listened with an intense interest. One of the men looked in the direction of Tristan’s hiding spot and said, “All are welcome to join our Master and reap these rewards.”

After they’d all gone from the clearing, the man approached Tristan. Over the weeks they became friends and Tristan learned who their Master truly was. His misgivings of being a Darkfriend were overwhelmed with the fame and glory of an adventerous life style. They soon learned he was heading for the White Tower to become a Warder. Tristan was sent on his way with enough money to get him to Tar Valon and back in needed. They were eager to have eyes and ears inside the White Tower. So Tristan set off again.

Upon his arrival Tristan found the White Tower to be beyond magnificant. He joined with the trainees and soon fell in love with the sword. He wrote to his friends of the things he was seening and hearing. Nothing special was happening, but they were always eager to hear more.

One day Tristan was off sending a letter to his friends when he bumped into a Sedai. She was very pretty and there was something different about her. At first he only said hi and excuse me and went to finish his business, but after the third or fourth time of bumping into her. (on purpose? He didn’t know, but it happened frequently.) Tristan asked her name and they began talking.

Tristan had been told earlier that he was ready to move on. His training was done and he could now defend the Tower properly. Julannah and Tristan began talking regularly. He could be bonded now if she so desired. Tristan liked this woman alot, but he knew his duty and he knew where his allegiance lied. If only the Black Ajah had made it self known.

Tristan began training to an absolute perfection of the form. He learned about his body, how things worked and was approached by a man who claimed to be a Master of Mo’Kai’La. A discipline based on perfection. Tristan never knew the names name but after a month of intensive chatting and training he was deemed a Master of Mo’Kai’La.

Tristan was so happy he ran off to tell Julannah. They’d become very close. After he’d told her his good news his day was made even better. Julannah and Tristan had the same allegiance. She’d known for a while, she’d been learning who he’d been sending the letters to and actually reading them at some point. She was of the blue ajah, manipulative particularly when it’s their cause. They shared the same cause and Julannah asked Tristan if he would be her Warder. Tristan didn’t bother to think about it and blurted his affirmative answer to her.

They bonded with the next week and have been bonded for a while under the guise of light loving fools.

So thus ends this tale, what will happen in the future is yet to be known.