Count Vano Clearlake
We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.
Description: Vano is a man who appears to of lived outside for most of his life. Rough, lean features, heavily tanned skin, and refined form that's been built from being a defender of the Rivenshari, as opposed to something more muscular and bulky. Beard and hair are kept short and trimmed, perhaps to reflect a more civilized look. A series of scars are scattered about the back of the man's head, either from combat or some kind of ritual is hard to say. His voice is slightly rough, but not to the point of gravely.
Personality: More prone to finishing a fight than starting one, Vano is a touch protective and posessive about the few things he has real feelings about. However, those few things he tends to feel intensely about. About many other things, he has a natural sense of skepticism and distrust, but has enough tempering to allow his opinions to change if enough evidence can be provided, no longer as hot-headed as he was in his youth. Feels strong connections to his shamanistic faith, given conviction by it. More tribal than noble as of yet, he doesn't wholly trust the Compact and views his priorities to Rivenshari first, everything else is secondary. For now.
Background: Vano wasn't a child of the chieftan, Aegis. Rather he was a child of Aegis' sister, Alla. Where there was a chieftan of the tribe, Alla devoted her and children to the protection of the clan during it's nomadic wanderings. So this role fell onto Vano. There always had to be hunters and warriors to protect the rest from the dangers of the wilds. It was a job or maybe a career, but Vano would consider it a calling.
And for years, that's what it was. Whether it was a dispute with another clan, various conflicts with houses of the Oathlands or just the general fauna, Vano was one of those on the frontlines, protecting the tribe or getting vengeance for some preceived insult. The young man was considered something of a prodigy.
While Vano distrusted bending knee to Valardin, and by extension the Compact, believing they were giving up their entire heritage and freedom in the process of doing so, he realized there's a bit of irony in that, considering how so many of them, including himself, had been posessedby Brand and made to fight during the Seige. He was one of the lucky ones to of survived. One prison for another, even if felt a certain degree of guilt for being unable to control his own actions. So bending knee is certainly more prefable result than his entire clan being killed off. So, silver linings.
So now suddenly Lord Vano Rivenshari, Vano now has to figure out how to apply himself to his family. Still a warrior, still knows how to fight, but it has to be applied in a better manner. Until a thought occurred to him one day about this whole 'knighthood' thing. He needed to be given a direction, something to apply himself to. Better that than languishing in a city he doesn't completely understand.