Okay let's see... his mother is Athan'Miere and his father is Tuath'an. He looks like:
You see a young man -no this kid is no more than
8 you guess 12 at the absolute latest.
Taut as a wire and thin as a rail he walks about constantly worried about
getting stepped
on as he is a few inches too short for his age. Occassionaly as someone
steps on his foot
when he isn't watching he mutters about being older and taller... then
he invariably sees
someone argue and recinds what he just said. His slightly reddish brown
hair is unkempt
and bristly... almost of a will of it's own as it sticks up oddly (think
anime and you may
get close) He is fair of skin for one who seems to obviously walk alot.
(everything else
changes too often to matter... he must get new clothes fairly often)
Things started with a person of the Sea Folk. She was often grating the nerves of her crew mates, but she was good at what she did and she did it very well. *I'd say what she used to do but it is irrelevant* She was stitching away at a sail -the spare- when the rather large needle broke neatly in two... they were too far from home -they were docked in Tar Valon- , so they inquired locally about blacksmith skills.
They were soon depressed as there were a few... and each figgured they'd damage it more... was too hard said one, another said easier to make a new one but I don't have that kind of steel. And the last said,"Why don't you ask a Tinker? Besides steal babies they can fix just about anything."
She told her captain, who agreed and told her to take a list of tradables -can't run off JUST for a cursed needle. She said that if she was going she might as well go alone -plus no one wanted to go with her anyway. "At sea you are unbarable... on land even Windbiter wouldn't go near you." Another remarked,"Maybe you can find a husband among them, the Wheel knows you can't seem to stand us men on board this ship" -one of her many rejected suitors.
So miserable and feeling angry she went over to Aringill and asked the most contemptable, distrustful person she could find where the Tinker Camp nearest by was. And being the most distrustful person he had the answer -Tinkers seem to be the least trusted so you keep tabs on your_enemies/you're_own_kind. She went off... walking -disdaining both horse and wagon (too slow, and demeaning *funny logic of hers ain't it*)- to find this caravan.
In a week she was there -she would be meeting her ship on it's way back down the Erinin *2 weeks*, and she was awed by how happpy they were in comparison to the city dwellers- considering they had less. She inquired about who she was to talk to about repairing a needle. They pointed her to someone with the skill, and her breathe caught. For her he was the most attractive man he'd ever seen.
Enter the soon to be father,
He wasn't the best at anything... he just had a knack. Grafting entire
bottoms back onto pots... fixing that one loose thread before the little
thing became a major problem -by sewing it back in!- and once he even fixed
a broken eye on a needle. No skill involved... he just had a knack. Except
with women. He was too much of a flirt, and the women could tell he wasn't
serious. Handsome, capable, but not "good father material". The gossip
was about all you could expect from him if you were his get was one saying
of no. And that is all. "Too carefree by far, even for a Tuath'an"-his
grandmother.
And now he was staring at a vision in odd clothes. A vision that stole the breath from him which gladdened at the loss he breathed in -she still smelled of the sea and he sucked it in. Then he saw that she was holding something -because it was about to fall. He grabbed it -and her hand with it- to find a broken needle wrapped in cloth.
She wasn't sure when she realized she had started talking about how the needle broke, and that it was while repairing a torn sail, but she did know that she was seated by a bonfire telling any who were sitting nearby about the last storm they'd barely made it through, and how the sail had torn
Later they were in his part of the wagon and he was working away at the needle, when she noticed something odd. He wasn't married... no women's things in evidence. She asked him rather bluntly. He responded that he'd never paid a second thought about marriage until he'd seen her. She knew it was smellier than a load of 5 day old fish but, she decided to be wowwed. She didn't wanna change ships... or wait for another pass at her by someone she'd rather seen keel-hauled -would that garden slug never take the hint?!?
She even went as far as to tell him he was full of it. He looked cast aside... like old fish bait -she could see it was practiced, but there was a spark... something that said some of it was what he felt. Then she spied his diary, and cracked it open while he consentrated on his work again... and she knew on her figure. What a slug, but a handsome slug. She found a section in the back with the names of everyone in the camp... and all the women had X's next to them. With some woman -she'd seen her... what a hag- with even an X next to hers. She just as quietly looked for the relevant date. "And now even that sow has rejected me... maybe it is the will of the Creator that I be alone. Some twist of the Pattern saying I must change against my will. I am but a leaf already fallen from the tree, I can change no more. May the Creator be kind and let the threads run a little looser around me for a little while at least" -dated 2 months prior.
He then asked if she'd enjoyed her reading -he'd known but not cared. She said that she had, and that she would be willing to give him a year or two for a bit of decent trade every once and a while. And the rest is history. About 5years later Actwanier was a few months beyond his fourth birthday, and she was sick of the land. She asked his father if he would spend just a year aboard ship with her. They'd all be on the same ship and there was plenty of room. He conceded and Actwanier spent some of the best time in his young life on that ship. But his father couldn't take it. He was sea sick often. They argued... and against what you think it would go -or if you know stubborn people- he refused to unboat himself till the year was over. He made it and was trimmer healthier... if still just as prone to seasickness. New arguements abounded. She couldn't take the land anymore now that she was back at sea, and he couldn't stay at sea a minute longer than he had too. They totally forgot aboutActwanier till one day he came in whilee they were arguing. And then soon they decided. He would go back with his father, since it was a far better enviroment for him to finish growing up in. And his father agreed. And well hee did take care of him... but Actwanier had wanted to stay with his mom... to be at sea... upon the waves.
He is now 12 -looks 8 but he is 12- and he feels he is old enough to go and sail the world. Both his parents disaggree -they are separated by distance but they still love each other and she visits for a month each year, and they spend the next month at sea. They also send a letter a month to each other via peddlers they know.
Where his story lies now is about 4 months since his last sea trip...