Joram was found 3 years ago, wandering dazedly through the blight by a patrol from the nation of Mantheren. He looked to be about nineteen or twenty years of age. He towered at 6'2", and his hair was long . Going all the way to his shoulderblades. The color of it was as black as a darkfriends heart. His skin was tanned almost that of bronze. He also has a scar in the shape of a crow's foot (he doesn't know where it's from). He wears a leather tunic and leggings. His only belongings are a foot long dagger in his right boot. And a four foot long sword bearing the likeness of a raven. He is a quiet, brooding man, that rarely smiles and is quick to anger he consequently has few friends, and many enemies.
After about six months with the patrol he became restless and decided to travel elsewere. After one or two years ( and many battles) he came to Tar Valon and is now working as a free-lance mercenary.