Kellan Azura was born in a small town in the Mountains of Mist. Each day there was much like the day before, and the day before was much like the day before that, and so on. Only the slow passage of the seasons gave an indication of the passing of time and the changing of the world.

The village's name was somewhat dubious. Kellan's father, the mayor, wanted to call it Azura, and about half of the citizens agreed with him. The other half wanted to call it Forge. Brawls had a tendency to erupt there regularly over the name. Outside of the village, no one really cared, and it was generally called Pine Ridge.

Given that peculiar mixture of utter certainty and total uncertainty, complicated by the fact of his father's position as Mayor and his mother's position as Wisdom, plus the fact his cousin has served in the Queens Army in Andor before being discharged for an old injury, Kellan grew up rather peculiarly. He could predict the events of any given day in the town down to the hour, but he couldn't tell you precisely the name of the place.

His father gave him some training in the art of being a leader. Running things was a great deal more difficult then it looked, and surprisingly, Kellan's father wasn't half bad at it. Even more surprisingly, neither was Kellan, but he didn't really care much for it.

From his mother he learned herbs and the practice of tending wounds. She had been Tower trained, but had left the Tower without ever channeling one spark. She would occasionally talk about her life in the Tower, stories Kellan listened to with interest.  He learned a great deal about quick cures, but little of long term healing, because he found it dull.

The one part of his education he did like came from his cousin, Valinor, who'd served in Andor's army. Although his cousin's wound had made it necessary for him to leave fighting, he could still teach Kellan. Kellan absolutely loved it, he threw himself into training with a gusto, and had soon learned nearly everything Valinor, who'd been a very basic soldier, could teach him.

He was about 18, and since he had nothing to really do he enjoyed except practice endlessly, he soon got bored with the Town. He remembered how much he liked his mother's stories about the Tower, and remembered how men could go there to train with weapons, to be Warders for Aes Sedai. The notion appealed to him, so he received his father's somewhat reluctant permission and set out.

Kellan is relatively tall and well built, his body tone from months of practice with his cousin. His eyes are a warm copper-flecked brown and seem to hold a promise of laughter, and he grins a great deal. His hair is a curly red brown, and he wears green most frequently.

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