Kain Trowsbane.

Born in Western Andor, to a semi prosperous family. Youngest of Three Brothers, so he was always competitive, and early on, he got anidea of how to fight in unarmed combat. As most boys were, he was trained in the art of using a knife, and a staff for self defense, and he competed with them, against other boys, at the Bel Tine Festivals. He was quarterstaff champion three years in a row.

When he was 18, he was out hunting deer. In the years between adolescence and the present, he had grown quite adept at other skills, among them archery, fencing, Staff-sparring, Knife-Sparring, Sword-Sparring, Unarmed Sparring, and Acting.

Anyway, he was out hunting deer, when he caught sight of a shadow. it didn't do much, but it shifted, just barely. He stood as still as a stone, the old stories running through his head. could this be a fabled Myrddraal? His heart raced, but he still didn't move.

Neither did the Shadow. he watched it, and suddenly, it shifted again. Not shifted, disappeared. one moment, it was there, and the next, it just.... faded into the background. Gone.

His heart stopped. It had to be a Myrddraal. He stepped cautiously through the forest, moving as silently as he could (which was quite silently) and came to the spot where he thought he saw the shadow, and examined the ground.

Nothing. no sign anything was ever there. He knelt down and examined the grass. No footprints, no Hoofprints. Just one single bent blade of grass. Nothing else to suggest anything had ever been there. Suddenly, a chill ran through his spine, and he shivered.

He stood up, and turned, and ran into an obstruction. Something hard, like a wall. He fell back, and looked up, and there he stood. Or rather, there it floated. it appeared to be just a head, floating six feet above the ground. He would have screamed, but he had no breath with which to scream. Then a hand appeared out of nowhere, and beckoned him to be silent. he looked more closely, and saw the cloak then. The color changing cloak. the one that shifted with every movement that the man made.

He was looking at a Warder.

The Warder silenced him, then picked him up by the scruf of his neck, and dusted him off. he leaned in close to Kain and whispered.

"You didn't see me, we aren't here, you know nothing about this."

Kain nodded, gulped, and stared. The Warder spun on his heel, and stalked off.

Kain watched him go, and immediately knew what he wanted to do with his life.

From that day, he spent sharpening his skills, honing his reflexes, and silencing his movements. He became the Bel tine Champion four years running, and in the fifth year, when Kain was 23, no one wanted to contest against him. He was asked to stand down, and be a judge.

He agreed, but reluctantly, and the following year, at age 23, he left home to train with the Warders.