Name:
Leto De’Vol

Age:
20

Nationality:
Ghealdan,

Sexual Orientation:
Does Taliasexual count?

Allegiance:
No man, woman or child, for now.

Occupation:
Wanderer, occasional thief, and the destroyer of sanity.

Appearance:

The dark persona that entangles him doesn’t show when you take a first look at Leto, and he could even pass off as normal if you never had to speak with him. Some people might call Leto handsome, and although he knows this he doesn’t act on it, in a humble almost endearing way. A deep cascade of soft brown in his eyes are hidden among the cold hard features of his face, they are the only thing that has stayed the same after all these years. A slightly oval shaped face is fringed with a deep brown, almost black, hair that is about shoulder length and slightly wavy in places.

Standing at about five eleven he isn’t as tall as some people, but he is quite content with being about normal height. Being neither to tall or too small to blend into a crowd it helps him disappear when the time calls for such a thing. Slim, but very strong Leto weighs only one hundred fourt five pounds, now that he is being able to feed himself better he has become much stronger, and much more filled. The arm that he predominantly uses is slightly stronger and better built then his other arm, and with much examination one would be able to point it out.

Growing a small goatee, he intends to keep it as just that, a little scruff that adds to the rough appearance of this man. A dark sinister scowl can add to this rough appearance every once in a while making him look menacing, and very much a person to stay away from. Along with this an aura of command seems to radiate around him, in a very strict and bold manner that seems to send people running to obey him with the slightest inclination of his voice. A dark tan comes from the long days of travel under a beating sun, and has just stayed with him since that time.

Being on the run most of the time Leto just wears what he can get by stealing, or buying with the little money he occasionally gets. Since starting out on this adventure he has acquired much more elegant clothes, that could almost be considered nice. They are mostly fine wool, but they are a step above the meager clothes he had in the beginning of his travels. When he can find a stream he washes them, but when he can’t they are just left to be the way they are, and that’s perfectly fine with him. The only thing that he has that is just over the top is a fine silk cape that he stole from a passing merchant and has kept ever since. It is black and although being a little rough at the bottom from being dragged on the ground it is quite fine and he intends to keep it that way.


Personality:


Destroyed by what he’s been, corrupted by what he must become he has been shaped into a monster almost beyond all hopes of reform. Only a dim shadow of the man he once was remains to clutch desperately to this new entity that has emerged from the wreckage. The innocence that he once had has been replaced with a sense of foreboding insanity that seems to set upon him every day. The lingering fear of this insanity that he once had has been left behind, because he no longer has anything to keep him moving, and all hopes for life a real have been cast aside like an old pair of shoes.

Parts of him remain, but those few pieces seem to be only a side note on the side of his overall behavior, and stature. A cold hard man has emerged, one that was forced to grow up too fast, and one that had no remorse for those who have failed in his eyes. Living without anything has taught him that little mistakes can kill a man just as easily as a large one can and has no tolerance for it. The life he once knew has been ripped from him, and has been replaced with something new, something much more savage then what he had once been, has replaced the old.

Despite his extremely dark and sinister outlook on life he still has a deep regard in being polite to those around him. The few he isn’t polite to, he either just doesn’t like, or he has some profound reason for ignoring this trait. A deep sense of calamity is wrapped around Leto making him seem like a cold heartless person at some times. In tough times his calm nature kicks in, as he naturally takes control of those around him and leads them with a firm, unwavering hand. At these times his most sane thoughts come out in a brief moment of astuteness.

As time has wore on him and the ability to channel has grown he has become surprisingly addicted to the near death feeling he gets when he touches saidin. The trilling nature of this along with the enhanced vision and the miraculous things he can do have made him somewhat of an addict. Using the power to do small almost useless task was not below him, and when he does anything he seems to keep a hold of the power much longer then necessary. The true insanity of the taint has just brushed him though, the madness he shows is something much different, something that could heal in time.

Traveling far and wide over the land he has gained an odd knowledge of many things, ranging from histories to things about the source, and going so far as the odd folklores of many people groups. All this information has been acquired mostly from stealing books from inns and other odd places as he made a quick escape from their cozy environment. This odd trait of knowledge is somewhat contrary to the rest of him and catches some people off guard when he randomly spurts knowledge of things, and many people doubt him only to find out that they were the ones who should have been doubted.



Items:

Horse - He bought a horse in Lugard for his escape to Caemlyn after he learned that Lugard was much to close to his house. It is a plain brown gelding, that despite being fairly older it is strong and goes for a long way without stopping. It can’t go as fast as some, but it is still a good horse. Leto has named it, Hondul.

Bread& Cheese - He buys this every so often and it is the basis of his meal each day. The bread is usually stale, and weevil filled, but it gets him by to face the next day which is all he really needs. The cheese he find is usually nicer than the bread, or at least it tastes that way. He typically tops it off with a nice ale or brandy, but he doesn’t much like to get drunk so he doesn’t drink that much.





Weapons:



Dagger - He carries with him a long slender blade made for hunting purposes. It is unadorned, and would gather no interest from those around him even in the smallest of towns. It's hilt is wrapped in leather, and is very plain in every mannerism. Its blade is honed into a sharp edge, and he sharpens is often. The only really odd thing about it is that it has an odd symbol on the blade. Leto figures it is of the old tongue but he doesn't know how to speak it and knows none who can. He bought it from a peddler who didn't say anything about it, and Leto only noticed it after a few weeks.

Quarterstaff - He is able to spin a quarterstaff and fight with it a bit, but he isn't great at it. He figures now that he is on the road he will take this or the sword up, but he doesn't actually have one with him. He does intend to get a staff though even if it is a cheep one while he learns to fight with the sword. Either way it could be very helpful to him in the future.

Bow - This is perhaps the weapon he is most experienced with, and his most lethal. He can make a simple one fairly easily, and he can shoot it very well. He used it often to hunt with and still uses it on occasion when traveling. Since entering Caemlyn he has gotten a new one from a local store that is very nice. It is long, slender, and made from cherry wood, it is very plain and in no way stands out in public.

Sword - After much denial in this form of weaponry he has finally picked up on the delicate art form that is the sword. Teaching himself some he found various teachers and guides throughout his travels bettering his abilities to an almost impressive degree. Defiantly not to a degree of perfection in any way, shape, or form it was better then he thought he would be able to learn in such a short time.


Talents:

Weather Sense - He doesn’t have the foretelling, but he can sense what is going to happen in the near future. He can tell if there is a storm true, but he can also tell if something bad is going to happen to him or someone else around him. He isn’t much sure what it is yet, but he can feel it ever growing, and becoming more accurate to everything.

Hunting - Leto has a way with being able to track and hunt animals better than most people in the village and most of the time faster. Few times does he actually come back empty handed and most of those times it is because he has been injured or worse.

Calm - Leto has a very calm attitude most of the time even when under a lot of pressure, and also when he is faced with a challenge. He figures that being crazy will just make the situation worse, or make him lose, two things he really doesn’t want to happen at all.



History:






Sixteen years ago a couple came to the small town a Kariem, a small child in their arms they made their home there. They were normal to say the least, they lived like a normally person and they blended in fast. Soon, before anyone knew it, they were just a part of the everyday life in that small town. They had friends like everyone else, they knew who the local gossips were. They were just as much a part of the the city as every other person and their child was too, only none of them knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. He was an odd child nothing like either of the ones who claimed to be his parents.

When they came they blended in fast, but neither of them were willing to give up anything about their pasts. It soon seemed that they had no pasts, but that was fine to the people around them, they accepted them anyway just as they were. They all seemed to be nice and they didn't act in anyway different from anyone else. They did live out in the country, but that was their profession, farming and that was that. They brought in their crops and conversed with the people in the city, and their lives were that simple. Simplicity though has a way of being disturbingly complex, even if you never realize it.

Leto was raised as a farmers son and no more, he intended to be no more, and he was perfectly content with that. As a young child he would help his father and mother work around the house, doing what he could. He didn't do much more than make a bigger mess then there was before, but what else could a three year old do. They just laughed and picked up what ever he had done, going on with their day. As he grew he found himself in the midst with more responsibilities like every other person in this world.

As a younger child he learned that he didn't have a great talent in shooting a bow. He could track down a deer almost perfectly, but he was a pretty bad shot. He could hit one every once in a while, but he wasn't very good at it. Still, he liked to hunt so he persevered, but it seemed he would never get that good at the sport. He tried, but it was as if he just couldn't do it, and for a while he almost gave up on it. For many months he stopped hunting at all, doing his farm work seemed all he would be good for. The sheep, slain in the pasture would be all that he killed, but he wanted more.

When he was about 12 years old his mother became pregnant, and the entire family was ecstatic about it. Nine long months they waited, and with each passing day the three became all the more excited. It seemed as if the day would never come, but the wisdom assured them that it was healthy. One day while returning from the field they found that she was ready. Leto's father sent him on his way to find get the wisdom, even though it was a good twenty minute walk to the city Leto knew he could do it.

Something odd did happen though, his father put him upon their one horse to let him go. Of course he had let Leto ride it before, but not ever to town, and he had never told Leto to go as fast as he could. Still, Leto did just that, awkwardly getting into the saddle and even more awkwardly riding it he made his way to town. He went as fast as his little horse could, and it felt odd, riding that fast. The wind tried to rip him out of the saddle as he made his way toward the city. Every second he seemed to get closer, and faster than he thought possible the city was in site.

Making his way through the town he found the wisdom, an older lady named, Kylia. They headed, back to the farmhouse and for the first time in his life Leto saw Kylia hurry. She was typically a calm woman and she still was, but she seemed to make his flight from the house seem like a walk. As they entered the scene of the house Leto knew something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones and smell it in the air, he just knew it, as if a storm was coming.


As they rushed into the house they found his storm, in a wild chaotic mess. His father held two children and seemed to bee weeping over one. His mother was sitting also weeping, and looking very sick. The wisdom got to work looking at the babies, and his mother, but he couldn't help but feel that something was still, wrong.

The mother went away for three long weeks, the other child was buried, dead long before ever born.The remaining child went with her, a young girl named Keisha. The other two stayed at home pretending as if nothing had ever happened. They still were the little farming Shepperd's they always had been. Life went on only things were different now, alot different actually.

He could feel when the weather was going to be bad, or good for that matter. He could tell if something bad was going to happen, and most of all it just got more acute. He would feel it and that night there would be a storm, or someone would fall out of a tree. He didn't tell anyone though, he thought that it must have just been his imagination.


A few weeks later he picked up a bow, not thinking he could hit anything he played with it for a few seconds. He had learned to make them, because he thought it would be a good talent to learn, but he hadn't shot one since his sister had been born. Taking it in hand he aimed at an apple knowing he would never hit it. As he let loose it sped through the air, and as if some unseen hand was guiding it, it went strait through the apple. As it fell to the ground the arrow suck halfway through it, he walked up to it his hands trembling. He could barely hit a deer from two yards away, how had he hit an apple from almost twenty?


His mind whirled as he made his way back to his house the apple in hand by the shaft of the arrow. Showing it to a disbelieving father he didn't know how to explain it, but he knew one thing, this. all this was related to that sense. Weird things had started happening when he had started being able to sense what was going to happen. The arrow was just one and it seemed to be escalating every day. He went along to the next day wondering what new things he would encounter, but barely knowing what he had seen the day before.

As he went through his life things like this continued, almost seeming to get worse. Day by day he seemed to be able to do things more accurately, but he didn't tell anyone. He kept it to himself hiding it as a murderer would hide his past. Each day it became harder, and although no one seemed to notice he knew one day they would. He was on his toes trying to hide these things that were happening to him and tried not to think about them too much.

His hunting expeditions became more fun as e found that he could shoot almost anything now. He seemed to alway come back with something, and only was hindered from game when or someone he had went with was injured. He didn't know if things just happened like this, but he knew one thing, he liked it. He was almost the best shot in the entire town, but he kept it hidden. He tried to miss sometimes because he didn't want too many questions. He didn't want to think about what was going on he just wanted it to be that way.


One day while he was out hunting though all that changed, his life changed. Two of the other children and him went out to hunt, like every other hunting trip he had been on. This time though it wasn't same, and his sense was saying so, but he didn't think about it. As he began to line up a shot something happened, a bear came. It ripped through the trees with a rage to come and get the three boys. Leto fell as he tried to shot it and fell back wards, knowing he was dead he tried to distract the bear so the other two could get away. Suddenly as if moved by it's own will his hand came up, from it shot fire. It cascaded the bear making him fall and in that moment Leto's heart stopped.

What had he done? The question ran through his mind as the two other kids ran off. He suddenly came to the conclusion he had always known it to be but had never truly comprehended. He could channel, how else could it be. The stories suddenly danced through his thoughts as he thought about it. One hundred channelers had broken the world, and all of them had been males. That meant that he would be hunted, and if he was ever found he would be killed on sight.

He knew he had to get away, so in a desperate attempt he ran in the direction he hoped was to wards Lugard. After what felt like weeks of travel, even though it was only three days, he came to Lugard. He had passed many cities on his way, but none of them came close to matching it. There were more people than he had ever seen in his life in one street, and he knew here he would live. His life may not be what he wanted, but it was better than nothing.

As he found a job as a stable hand he made quite a bit of money working a great many days for Mistress Lila at the Soldiers Stop. He worked there until once again his life was interrupted by fate, and the wheel's will. When one day he was traveling down the street he felt it for the first time in a long time. It was strong and he could feel it in ever fiber of his being. It coursed through him and suddenly he saw why as he found that he was being watched. A man followed him into the inn and watched him till he went up stairs. When he came back down his eyes discreetly followed him, but he knew they were.

He left a plan forming in his mind, and like he thought the man came too. Traveling for a while just to make sure he went down an empty alley. Before the man could turn into it he hid and as the man came down Leto didn't realize there was another. As he went up to attack the man, he met the other one whom had come from the other direction. He mand had a knife to Leto's throat and he wasn't playing at all. He spoke as if he knew what Leto could do, and when he said he needed him to do something Leto knew what was about to happen, but he wasn't going to let it come to that.

Quickly he pulled out his knife stabbing it into the leg of of them man, sending him sprawling back wards. He fell to the ground and the other came for him, but Leto knew better than to let him get to him. Throwing the knife he sent in spiraling into the mans heart killing him instantly. Pulling the knife out as he went on he left that street, that city, and that life. He went back to the stop one last time. Taking a horse and some provisions, he left never to look back at any of this. He planned to get as far away from this place as he could, past Andor perhaps even to the borderlands.

Over the course of a year he had made it out of Andor, past the boundaries that had seemed impossible to detract himself from and off into the world he had went. Making it past the persecution he was doomed to face in the country that would rather disown him then be forced to face this man that in the blink of an eye had become doomed. The world was in front of him, the past behind him, but only a few years of sanity before it would all come to a wasteful end.[/blockquote]