What to say... well he looks like:
You see before you... a man? A MAN?!? May the
Light preserve
us if man can descend to this level that he displays. This beast
if you will stands about 5'8" but could be taller as he is hunched
over as if about to dash out on all fours.
Light!
Speaking of which his hands... though clean have thick claw like
nails.... hardened most likely because he MAY walk on all fours
at times. And on his left hand there is a ring.... most likely his
since it shows the wear of the use he must put his hands through.
On it there is a Y and a Z entertwined. His initials? The rest of him
is no less worn. His barrel of a chest is scarred, from branches and
animals most likely... and as far as you can tell the wounds are only
where his vest is not. His legs you might as well consider
uncovered... and the leg muscles look powerful enough to carry
him miles. His feet... unfurnished by shoe or boot look like he's been
as he is for years... over 10 at least. His face is covered by a never
shaved before look... no beard mustache or peach
fuzz. His hair is
long.... from not seeming ever to have combed,
or cut, and falls
passed his waist... in long black waves. You
think somewhere in
there... a man from Kandor... may be buried...
within this beast. You
look to his eyes... hoping for signs of humanity...
and find none the
creature staring back at you has been watching
you all this time and
he seems far from happy at the scrutiny. He seems
to consider you for a moment...
He then says in a voice like gravel,"I am Codrhil."
He then says in a voice that is nearly a growl,"Stop
staring at me now. There is nothing more to find."
He then walks... or lopes... away from you...
to a more peaceful place... away from inquisitve eyes.
... currently and he hasn't always looked like that. It all started
at some long ago time. How long... I don't have the foggiest. :)
You figure it out. Way back when he was a Proffessor in Kandor. You
heard me a proffessor -and he looked normal and proffessorly. He was a
scrawny too tall bean pole of a man. Agregate IQ capable of putting several
people to shame. He was brainy and he used it... he taught classes during
the winter months, studied wildlife during the spring and fall, and taugh
more pupils during the summer. He had a good life. Did everything he wanted
to do. He never hurt a fly -just studied them as they sat there till they
got bored and moved on. This all ended one day as he was studying a pride
of lions during the hottest part of the day. The sun was beating down,
and while he stopped to quench his thirst something spooked the lions bad
enough that they charged off... RIGHT AT HIM. He ran as fast as he could,
but was growing tired to fast as he rounded a stand of trees. He heard
voices egging him on... eeging him to go into the cleft in the hill...
that it was safe there. He vaguely recognized that he was heading towards
a closing waygate., but saw it as safe from the lions and got in JUST before
the lions would have got him by his reconning. He heard in finality,"That
aught to keep you Proffessor Yoril," before the gate closed. He realyzed
he was trapped... that he'd been lead into this. The heat had dulled his
wits.
For the next 2 years he struggled finding food every now and again. He cared not what it was from, only that it was nurishing even if only minimally and looked too like it was from a trolloc or a man. He canned such thought rather well with the ecstacy of a full belly. After these 2 years he no longer had the ability to make fire. He had lost his flints running from Machin Shin a week before. He would soon be dead... starved... and broken. Nothing like he had been. And then the Wind came a calling... he got up and ran as fast as he could in his weakened state... why did it toy with him so he thought yet again. Why didn't it finish him... it is because I am as trapped as it is he finally concluded.. With that conclusion something snapped deep within him. He stopped wheeling about suddenly, and leaping with the cry,"I will no longer be hunted! Have at thee!" he brought his staff to bear as he lunged at it. It gratefully snagged him from the air... stopping all movement to crew and savor the taste of him...
Then suddenly it spat him out and fled the way it came.... shrieking all manner of things about the being it left to die. The being which chose not to die. The being which fought for every once of it's life for the bottle of water. The being which drinking the water there looked nothing like Proffessor Yoril Zanin, and could remember nothing of the man at the time... just the need to survive. The being which survived for another 8 long years... coming out of the waygate in Malkier to hunt.... to get water... and to return to the Ways.
One day 8 years after the change... some trollocs came through with a fade in the lead... and going through the gate took the leaf with them... he was trapped outside of it. He felt accutely exposed... then letting out a blood cuddling howl realizing in one moment that iit never had to go back after it got out. That it was free of the wind that stood outside his reach talking abut him... about its fear of him... about how much it wanted and despised him. Him who the Trollocs called Codrhil. He didn't care what it meant... he liked the name. He used it when the Fades asked what was out there what was out there following them. One day his quarry fled out of the Blight... and he saw green grass like his beloved Kandor again... and the memory of what he was came back... but he was not Yoril anymore... and fleeing man and himself he stayed in thee Blight... occassionaly helping those in trouble with trollocs... or fades... or just about to die back to the lands of men.
One day a woman was in her garden and screamed as Trollocs came out of the trees at her... Codrhil being close slew them... 10 was not so many... 10 with a fade are like 20... and that is not so hard either. But something caused him to pause at the wrong time... and he took an axe to the upper thigh... nothing serious... he had worse, but when he tried to leave. She stopped him. She asked him to stay... and he almost left... but a woman is something you never say no to. No matter what is asked... if it is within you... you must do. No question. So since she asked he stayed while he healed. He caught rabbits, and deer and elk for their meals. She tried to get him to stay in, but he had no money and couldn't repay her... soething he remembered from before... kindness must always be repaid. When he was healed he tried to leave... she asked him to stay... he could see no reason why he should... evil was about. She told him she loved him. Aghast he ran away... unable to believe such... she must be mad... she lived alone for one so young so beautiful... must be mad. He was so ugly. Mad, must be it.
For the next 2 years he went back to what he did... help those he could, kill any shadowspawn he came across. She occasionaly showed up... and he'd run away again. He found himself loving her for her determination, but he couldn't give in... he had nothing but a broken body to offer her. Nothing but a killing machine to offer as spouse. She could find better.
One day when she was tracking him down, a fade stepped from the shadws and kidnapped her. Codrhil found out about this but paid no head. Fades never do anything important. IT would release her eventually and he would kill the fade... see she was okay and back to what he does best. Killing Fades and Trollocs.
But it was not too be... in every place known to him... was left a piece of her. He collected them like potter might collect piece of fragile porcelin long slaved over... cradled like a child newly born, in hopes of putting it back together again. In hopes of giving her peace. Of a pleasant trip to the Creator's Realm.
He found her head and the fades responsible at her house... he placed the bundled cloth holding her remains by the door and truned to fight the fades for her head.
Never had a fade given up it's life so easily... no thrashing was to be seen an hour later after he had buried the remains in her treasured garden. Watered only slightly by his blood as he worked. His only wound from when he happened to close to a Trolloc in the fight. Never had he fought so well. Never had he hated shadowspawn more.
They had taken her from him. They must all pay.
He watched for any signs of trollocs... ignoring the pity in the few who knew him... in the number who now knew him since the tragedy. Their pity didn't matter... only the growing body count. But that winter... fedup on revenge... he choose to follow the migrating herds South... and when they turned back North he veared. Prefering the warmer clime at least for now.
One day he came to Andor... to the great city of Caemlyn. And decided to stay a while. HE was called Ogier once... Trolloc too many times to count, and just plain run from even more times.But mostly indifference. With memory so far away... maybe he could see this as his home. But with only deer to hunt he grew bored. With only the words,"Hello trolloc" greeting him in that place all the people gathered. He could take no more after a while. A young woman asked him to follow her to a ship... and over the sea. Shee asked, he couldn't stand it here anymore... so he went. Across the Aryth... to Seanchan. Seandar where those who still follow Hawkwing mass to take over the Old Lands of their Forebears. To make one land under their Empress. One land one world. He was asked to take thier oaths... he was asked... so he saw no reason to say no. They made little sense, but nothing did anymore.. He got called Soldier Codrhil as part of the army. It didn't phase him.
One day he got asked to help in a hunt... he didn't know what off... but he went... back across the Aryth... all the way to Andor. He lost the group but knew where to report in at so he integrated back in... now used to ignoring cries of Trolloc, and what not. He got himself a room at an Inn... paying so much that he'd almost bought the room permanently. It didn't matter.
There he waits being called back... meeting the people he knows to meet to find out news of his new home among the people of Seandar. Waiting hoping that life decides to be nice to him again... and knowing it hasn't even started being mean yet.
Don't look for Codrhil any more... the shell you COULD find won't live long unless they force feed him... no he's as good as dead. (I deleted him anyway :P )