Rashadin Loran's past is mostly unknown. What can be confirmed by his boasting is the 25-year-old was born in the back alleys of Shol Arbela, Arafel; his mother died during the birth, and no father would claim the child as his own. Without any known kin he spent the following ten years in and out of orphanages and through it all the child managed a smile. Most wondered where even a child could find happiness in such bleak times... that is, until they felt for their wallets.
His "skills" proved useful; Rashadin's natural swagger and deft fingers quickly landed him a position in a local guild of other disreputable characters. For the next ten years Arafel suffered an outbreak of burglaries and petty crimes, many of which could be laid at his feet. Growing tired of the mundane local thefts and highway interludes, Rashadin decided to play for bigger stakes. He set forth on a cross-continental spree, gaining repute from thief-catchers from Shienar to Tear to Arad Domon. Many came close to holding the young man, but he was said to be as tricky as a fox and three times as slippery.
Even the wealth accumulated from ten years of crime began to grow dull, his lifestyle became increasingly indulgent; just as fast as his need for a challenge. And where else would an unstoppable thief go for the ultimate thrill but Tar Valon?
Even legends make mistakes, and that was one for the books. He grappled the walls and made it inside without incident. The guards proved as ineffective and introverted as most guards in the pre-dawn. He located what could only be the famous ter'angreal storage, for it was the ONLY door in the Tower that was locked. With a look of disgust--they guarded the most potent weapons in the world with a single key hatch lock?!--he slipped his wire into the gap...
With a suppressed groan he opened one eye, the other was swollen shut. A quick look around and he discerned the Aes Sedai might have locked the door in more then just iron. He was bound head to toe in what seemed invisible steel bands, and above him two people were talking.
The rest is in the Tower logs, but after a rocky first year of constant arguments, Rashadin was promoted to Dedicated.
Rashadin stands just short of six feet, dark brown hair to the middle of his back, crystal blue eyes, a wiry build, and is strikingly handsome.
Strengths:
Spirit: 69%
Fire:68%
Water:26%
Air:34%
Earth:68%
Talents:
Major: Illusion and Concealment
Minor: The ability to mimic ta'veren's fate twisting abilities in a small area. Also has a striking ability to avoid shielding being from Arafel, Rashadin is more then skilled at using two swords of the same length at once but would prefer to stab his opponents in the back; much to the M'hael's chagrin.