Hair: Long mousey brown
Other physical attributes (include style of dress, build, etc.): First impressions are that of an oversized man. Close to 7’ tall, hair covering the ears and down past the shoulder, single ponytail starting from the middle of the back of the head towards the middle of the back. Small carry bag with miscellaneous items across one shoulder containing a book or two, a package and a few small personal items. I longish coat of brown material covers most of the torso and upper legs. Upon closer examination the images of trees and vines flow into one another in the coats weave. Long boots and loose pants complete the ensemble. In one hand is a large staff, used as a walking stick, prodding device and in extreme situation a defensive tool.
Gifts (channeling, wolfkin, etc.): Latent Tree Singing
Personality: Curious, outgoing, naive.
History: “Ever since I was small, my friends had set me apart, it may have been due to my size, it may have been my parents. I am sure it had something to do with the attention given to me by Master Eliol, one of the stump and a person with the rare gift of tree singing.
Now back to my size. I’m not your average height. In fact I am smaller than my friends, lighter and therefore more of a target. I think that is why Master Eliol took my under his wing. I was too small to protect the flocks, not strong enough to do metal smithing and had no patience with weaving. I liked to watch things grow, help things grow. It was almost as if plants liked me and responded to my care.
The past month had seen the stedding in a bit of a flap. The stump was meeting regularly and everyone seemed on edge. Rumors were flying about the towers being raised again and the world of the hasty humans was throwing itself into turmoil. Master Eliol confided in me. He knew we the stump would sit back and wait…wait for the Wheel to turn and life to go on. He also said that this would not work and something needed to be done or like the groves in history, those at Caemlyn and Tear, the one hear would also disappear.
He told me he would go out into the world and gather some information. Collect new stories and find out what the world of men was doing. That was why the stump was upset. They did not want to loose such a treasure as Master Eliol.
The following day I woke and found the house empty. I rushed to the kitchen and saw a letter which could be summarized by “I have left, keep to your studies. I will teach more when I return” This was not the way it was meant to be, so I collected my meager belongings and followed the path which I thought he had taken.
Being friendly with the trees is of great assistance when you are trying to track someone. Though we could not communicate, they understood where I was going and led me to Master Eliol. I knew nothing of life outside the stedding. It was a place I had never thought of leaving, it was my whole existence. This was an adventure, which I brag to my peers over a roaring fire.
After I while I caught up with Master Eliol who was extremely unhappy that I had left the stedding to follow him. He knew that I was stubborn and decided to make the most of a bad situation. He explained a small amount about the outside world and that if I wore a hat and hid my ears, I might just pass for a 7” tall muscle bound man. In the weeks of journeying he taught me a little of the use of a staff and the ways of the forest. My learning had just started.
And then it ended. One night the trees started to scream and out of the darkness poured a host of unseemly creatures. They set upon us, doing what they could to end our lives. Master Eliol sang songs of old, brambles sprang up, it seemed the forest itself formed a wall, shielding us from the ravages they were intending. On the attack went, well into the night. Master Eliol was becoming weary. His face looked worn, his voice getting raspier and raspier. Just as dawn scattered the creatures an arrow made its way through the wall. unlike others this one flew true and pierced Master Eliol. The arrow did not seem a normal one. Its effects were immediate and devastating. As his strength faded, he pressed a small package into my hands. “Take that to the towers” he commanded. With little more explanation than that he slipped from this existence.
I had a quest. For some reason Master Eliol wanted this package delivered to the towers and it was now up to me to get it there. With heavy heart and songs of sorrow keening from my throat I set off. I was the messenger of Stedding Sintiang. I was going to be the feature of stories to come.”
Weapons (swords, knives, etc.): Big long staff.
Skills (hunting/tracking, blademaster, etc.): Tracking, Tree friendliness
Warders/companions/pets: None as yet
Other character-related desires (including more strength in the One Power): Not aware of any, but willing to accept.