Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200
Age: 17
Place of Origin: Andor, Caemlyn


Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 6
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
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Jaiden has spent all his life until now in Caemlyn, his mother is a housewife and his father serves as a lieutenant in the Queens Gaurds. As a mere child of 4 or 5 he used to adore going to work with his father and simply watching him patrol the outter courtyards of the palace, while he usually played with the servants children.

When he was 14 his father decided he was old enough to learn how to defend himself, he gave Jaiden his first sword. The sword was nothing special, his fathers old one (despite the fact that his father was a lancer, not a swordsman) he taught him what he knew and told Jaiden that he "knew enough not to split himself in half while drawing it."

He practised his sword faithfully every day, always wanting to follow in his fathers footsteps and join the queens gaurds. He turned 16, and was better than most of his peers at the sword when his father was sent, along with others, to a border dispute with Murandy. How Jaiden pleaded and pleaded to go with them, but his fathers word was final and Jaiden was left behind, a cold and bitter teenager.

Two months later, when the men were coming back, Jaiden sat in front of the main gate into Caemlt with his mother, awaiting their beloved father and husbands return. This, however, was not to happen as their luck had turned and Jaidens father had been killed by a Murundian ambush, his father was dead.

His mother wept for days on end, grieving his loss, but never a tear escaped Jaidens eye as he tried to be strong, as his father had taught him.

He turned 17, his father gone nearly a year now they have gotten over his loss, but something happened that turned Jaidens life around. A few weeks ago there was an aes sedai in the city, an AES SEDAI! He saw her warder, cold, deadly and efficient; Jaiden made up his mind, he wanted to be a warder.

So he bid his mother goodbye and left on the way to Tar Valon, not enough money for a boat he took his fathers old horse and is slowly, but steadily edging toward the white city, a gleam in his eye and the fire of hope burning strongly in his heart.

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