Ohn was born and raised in Arafel.  He spent most of his life there.  From the moment he could stand, he was trained in the art of battle so that he might help defend his country from the dangers of the Blight, and this he did with the utmost pride and determination.

    When his home village was overrun by Trollocs, Ohn felt as if he had failed them.. as if it were his fault that his village was no more.  He felt useless; therefore, he abandoned his troup.  He thought that they would do better without him.

    In his wanderings about the known world, Ohn eventually found himself on the road between Caemlyn and Tar Valon behind a small caravan of what he called trouble.  Yes, Aes Sedai often sent help to the Borderlands when it was needed, but he rarely liked to be near them when they did what they did.  The group before him was a small group of travelers, accompanied by one Aes Sedai.  He knew what they looked like, though the woman didn't make it very obvious what she was.

    There was also someone else on the road..  Children of the Light.  Now, Ohn had no qualms with the Children of the Light.  As long as they left the defenders of the Blight alone, he usually didn't care to bother with them.  However, he knew there was an Aes Sedai in the band before him... and he knew that the Children thought every one of them to be Darkfriends.  So, against his better judgment, when the Children blocked the caravan's path, Ohn quickened his pace a tad.. just to be sure they left the Aes Sedai alone.

When he got there, the leader of this small group of Children was asking the ageless woman questions.  Ohn approached quietly.. and listened.

"Swear to me that you be not a Darkfriend.  For there do be trouble in this area, and we do be thinkin' it be Darkfriends.. You wouldn't happen to know of this trouble, eh now?"

"Aryana.. don't be givin' this man any trouble now.. you know how Father wouldn't like it."  Ohn said as he walked up to the woman.  She didn't display any surprise.  She only seemed to defer to his judgment and curtseyed slightly to the Child of the Light.

"I am not a Darkfriend.  I certainly hope the trouble in this area ends soon.."  Her voice was serene, but respectful.

The Child of the Light gave the two of them a look.. and nodded.  "Certainly.."  With a signal, the Children of the Light left the caravan alone.. and moved their attention elsewhere.

"Aryana"  looked toward Ohn and smiled a knowing smile, "Thank you for your.. help."  Aes Sedai never really needed help from a single Child of the Light.. He knew that in the back of his mind, but he did not back down.

"You're welcome, sister."  His expression never changed.

"Why don't you come with me?  I'm sure -my- Mother could use someone like you."

Ohn knew what she meant.  He shook his head, "No thanks.. I'll travel with you, but I have places to go and things to do."

"The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills..." answered the woman as she remounted her own horse.

Hours later, he found himself in an awkward position.

"Where are all the Trainees?"

"These are all the Trainees.."

Ohn frowned.  "Nobody respects this profession anymore.."

"Sadly.."

Ohn sighed.. "I'll stay.. but I'll not bond."

"The Wheel weaves--"

"..as the Wheel wills, I know."  Ohn grunted.. (~Why do I always get into these situations?~)

Physical Appearance:
    Ohn stands exactly six feet tall with broad muscular shoulders toned from years of use.  He appears as the typical Arafellin with twin beaded braids falling past his shoulders a few inches.  His hard features betrays his age, showing that he's seen more battles than many people even dream about.  His dark eyes often seem to pierce the soul of the target of observation.

Personality:
    Ohn's personality seems nonexistent.  He seems completely withdrawn into himself, seeing his only purpose in life as the eradication of evil.  This purpose consumes him.  When asked why, he only gives a piercing look that deters anymore questions.