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Taymist

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    Human interest and emotional for me, not necessarily dramatic or majorly important. The development of my char and how she interacts with the world and people around her are really at the core of my writing as well as keeping it as true to the Books as possible. My wolfkin pretty much writes herself and she reacts in ways I don't expect. My novice is too new to tell so far. The two Aes Sedai (Amyrlin and Green Sitter) that I play on another site are total opposites and again, they seem to just flow.

     

     

    Like Jade I love battle scenes or combat. So my next bio is a Band one lol. ;D

    Sounds fine on the sisters... makes sense. Yep I'll let you know on the Herbs Lesson.  :)

     

    Sub divisions are the Rangers, Sages and Watchers. (Trackers are chosen by the wolves after being part of one of the other 3)

     

    As to the Dream lesson, I'm thinking that since it was so long ago and the others have gone, we'll leave it as is and when you do your next lot of Dream training, we can just have the teacher add that final bit in for you since it'd likely only be one or two posts. That ok with you?  :)

     

     

    That all looks fine Jade. Had a read through it. From what I can tell, the last part of your Dream lesson wasn't completed, judging by James' last post on that thread, but your weapon and senses training was all covered. Otherwise it's just your Herb Lesson.

     

    Kara's about to arrive at the Stedding and Erik's picking Jehaine up so we'll get a joint lesson sorted for the 3 of you with Andular.  :)

     

    Had you thought about how to handle where your sisters are? I get the impression Cleo's not going to be RPing and Andrea's obviously left, so I just wondered.  :) Also, any thoughts on what sub division Katrina's going to join?

    Edited top post. Think my arrival thread is pretty much finished. Not sure how the post count works here. Do I have to do 8 posts myself? Or is what I've posted enough?  :)

     

     

    Edit: Ok checked with Elgee and she said it had to be 8 so I'm continuing my extra posts on her and Kara's arrival threads to make up the last 2 posts with meeting my roomies.  :)

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    Character Name: Seth Roses

     

    DM Handle: Tigara

     

    Email address: tigara[at]look[dot]ca

     

    Physical Description: Seth is a slim youth. He has shaggy brown locks that often cover his eyes. His eyes have not yet turned gold, but his bright blue eyes do seem to shine in the moonlight. His skin is of an average tan. He is about 5’11” and about 120 pounds. His taste in clothes leans heavily to green, red, and orange.

     

    Age: 18

     

    Gender: Male

     

    Place of Birth/Raising: In the Hills north of Andor, close to the Tower of Ghenjei.

     

     

    Character History:

     

    Seth was born a Tinker. His mother gave birth to him while they were north of Andor. His father told him that when he was born, they could see a gray tower shining in the distance.  They were on their way east, to Cairhein.

     

    He lived an average, peaceful Tinker life, singing, and playing instruments, but his favorite was dancing. His feet were light and his figure was slim. Many said that he looked like the wind itself dancing for them. He danced to fast beats, and to slower ones. Dancing was all he wanted to do, and that’s what he did for 15 years.

     

    His caravan was heading west after touring around the Spine of the World. He started to notice that the instruments were sounding sharper and clearer. He kept asking whether the players had made new instruments, but they assured him, they were the same ones they had been using for years. It bothered him, but not as much as being able to see things in the distance that no one else seemed to be able to see. His parents thought he might be sick, so they gave him different herbal concoctions, but they didn’t affect him at all.

     

    Things kept getting worse. He started to crave meat. He had never eaten much meat before, just what the dogs brought back occasionally. It wasn’t his favorite food. He much preferred fresh fruit. But he felt strong impulses to just grab an animal and bite into it. He was becoming afraid of himself.

     

    It was on a cool night with a full moon, that it all fell apart. He was sleeping, and he was beside a tall metal Tower. It was huge! He walked around and saw no entrance. “Leaf Dancer” he heard. He turned around, and saw a big she wolf, with white fur mingled with gray. “Leaf dancer” he heard again, and another wolf was with her. He was going to run away, but they just sat down, and it looked like they were smiling. “Go” he heard. Were the wolves talking to him? Images filled his head. Images of stars. He didn’t really know how, but he thought that the images told him to go west. To some kind of mountains. Probably the Mountains of Mist. “Go, Leaf Dancer” the wolves nodded and then vanished.

     

    Seth woke up in a cold sweat. The wolves were talking to him, and they wanted him to go west. He looked over, and another young man he had grown up with was staring at him. “Seth, your eyes are glowing.” Seth grabbed a mirror and stared at the blue eyes that were staring at him. He nearly screamed. “Umm, it must be a side affect from an herb. It should be gone in the morning.” He told his friend nervously. He pretended to go back to sleep, and waited for his friend to drift back to sleep as well. He got up quietly and sneaked off, running west.

     

    He ran for days. Days and days. He approached the Mountains of Mist after about three weeks, and began to climb. It was a hard climb, and he was tired. He was resting with his back to a stone, when he heard footsteps. Human footsteps. Who could it be?

    Great, thanks sweetie, will check them over later and we'll sort out something for your Herb training.  :) We're going to change to group lessons and Kara and Jehaine will need to do Herbs too once their pick ups are finished.

     

    The 1 and 2 is just the first 2 Dream Lessons that are required to make wolf cub, they're usually combined in one single thread. More like a part 1 and part 2 really rather than 2 seperate lessons. May change the wording about that actually as it confused me a bit too lol.

    Kiyi breathed again as her newly assigned mentor left the room.

     

    Infirmary!! Bless the Light but that's the last place I want to be, she thought, her mind flying back down the years to the fire and the months she'd spent in just such a place, unable to move for lack of breath through her damaged throat. Not that I have any choice.

     

    Coming back to the present and putting the old memories aside, Kiyi ran through the many strictures presented to her by Nynaeve Sedai, found nothing in them to trouble her and then looked around the office. A small but orderly room that had the same clinical smell about it as the corridor outside. It didn't take her long to spot some paper which she drew towards her before searching for a quill and ink. Having acquired what she needed, she stared at the sheet in front of her for several minutes. She only had one expectation. No other bolt of inspiration struck her so she decided to take the Yellow at her word. Dipping the quill in the ink and tapping off the excess, she neatly wrote one sentence.

     

    I expect to learn as much as it is possible for one person to learn.

     

    Tilting her head consideringly, she finally nodded in satisfaction. That neatly summed up her whole reason for being here. There was information in the White Tower that she would never find elsewhere... more than even her parents had access to. More than the Palace in Cairhien held most likely. Kiyi felt her fingers itch in anticipation. She could not wait to see the Library, to touch the books. What wonders would it hold?

     

    Then there was the city of Tar Valon itself. So many people from so many lands. What opportunities for watching and learning. A smile curved her lips. So many secrets to be discovered. Even Novices got Free Days. Surely there would be a chance to explore?

     

     

    Rhya wriggled. She squirmed. She twisted. Comfort was a thing she could not imagine any longer and it was not wholly caused by the weather. Necessity or not, she found herself distracted by the proximity of the sleeping arrangements.

     

    Not that there is anything intimate in being fully clothed, wrapped in blankets and chaperoned by two wolves but even so, she thought, exasperated by her inability to settle and trying to send her mind in less confusing directions.

     

    Time and natural tiredness eventually took care of that but it seemed she’d been asleep for mere moments when Owen was shaking her awake again. Grumbling and trying to get closer to Shadow’s warmth, she was less than amused at Owen’s insistence. When he explained his reasoning, however, she had to admit he was right. Although she was used to Saldaean winters, which were cold enough to freeze the sap in the trees, she was rarely outside in them. She could feel the sharp edge to the wind howling around them and was vaguely aware of the dangers inherent in being outside in such temperatures.

     

    Struggling to sit up, Rhya brushed her tangled hair from her eyes and added yet more wood to the fire before adjusting her position so that she was tucked in between Shadow and Owen, her toes as close to the fire’s warmth as she could get them. An hour or more passed as they talked in a desultory fashion about day to day things, keeping the fire fed as the weather slowly worsened around them.

     

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    Watching the wild flickering of the flames, Rhya’s thoughts drifted till she felt as though she was floating and a smile crossed her face in faint humour.

     

    "Do you know much of Saldaea, Owen? Have you ever seen the sa’sara danced? That would keep you warm even in such weather as this, it is said to make the blood boil,” a low chuckle tumbled from Rhya’s lips. “It’s been outlawed for the trouble it causes you know...... it has started duels, even wars. I was not meant to learn it but the opportunity was too good to miss. Mother would never approve. One day, I might show you...."

     

    An admission of such knowledge was not one she would ever have normally made, no woman properly raised would do so, but the isolation of this place and the drowsy, half awake state she was in not only gave it a dream-like quality but appeared to have loosened her tongue beyond the bounds of propriety. At the back of her mind a warning bell was sounding that something was wrong but she was past heeding that. Her toes and fingers were numb and she had an overwhelming urge to give in to the exhaustion that was pressing in on her.

     

    “So tired...” she murmured.

     

    Shadow growled softly in her ear but that too slipped across the outer edges of her consciousness, barely registering as her lashes fell across pale cheeks and her head dropped to Owen’s shoulder.

     

     

     

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    Character image, for referrence. Flash movie though.

     

    Character Name: Arienna de Orasaigh

    DM Handle: Jehaine

    Email address: amyante[at]hotmail[dot]com

    Age: 19

    Gender: Female

    Place of Birth/Raising: Mindea, Murandy

     

    Personality:

     

    Arienna is optimistic, and sees a bright future for herself, yet knows she has to work hard to get anywhere. She happily does so, and for that reason can appear cold, serious and unforgiving to those that simply try to 'go with the flow'. She's an imaginative thinker, able to quickly adapt to new situations, yet prefers planning and organisation over impulsiveness, which, considering her past jobs, wouldn't be that surprising.

     

    Her combination of Altaran fierceness and a Murandian's temper means that whoever gets on her bad side is in for a hard time, though it certainly has given her a fair share of courage as well. Though she'd still be aware of the risks, she has enough self-confidence to know when she can handle something, and when to call in some help.

     

    Physical Description:

     

    Arienna stands at about 5 ft 11, weighing in at roughly 140 pounds. She has brown hair reaching down to halfway between her shoulder blades, and hazel colored eyes she inherited from her father's side of the family. Though she doesn't have a very strong build, she makes up for it in agility and speed, something that she put to good use working in an Inn.

     

    Her favorite colors are blue and green, something that can generally be seen in the clothing she wears. Having been raised in Murandy, she lacks the need to overly accessorise with frills and lace like her mother does. Her clothing style is rather plain and simple in comparison (much to her parents' chagrin) but it's what she feels the most comfortable in.

     

     

    Character History:

     

    Arienna was born as the daughter of Jiselle and Sedrin de Orasaigh. Her father was in a minor House, though calling it a House was perhaps giving it too much credit, as the only thing that differed them from simple commoners would be the noble 'de' in front of their surname. Originally, the full surname had been "de Orasaigh a' Collean", but that last part was dropped somewhere along the way. Still, Sedrin wanted to keep up the image at the very least, and no one really complained about it either, so they let him be.

     

    Being the eldest, she was the first to be taught how to help her mother manage the household, and became quite good at doing so. Of course, there were other lessons she was taught as well, as she quickly picked up on the rumors of one noble getting into a fight with another, after which one of them would simply 'disappear', only to be replaced by another as the cycle repeated itself. The only reason her House had any safety was because it was being ignored by the larger ones.

     

    As teh years went by, she became better and better at helping her mother out, until eventually she had reached the point where she could cook dinner on her own. This gave her mother at least enough breathing space to drag both of her sons (as well as their father) out of the yard without the food getting cold. It was no more than logical that, when Arienna was old enough to get a job of her own, she'd end up working at the local Inn.

     

    After a rough first couple of weeks where she tried to get used to the change of pace, she managed to adapt quite well. She had always had good eyes and ears, but she really felt as if working in the Inn was enhancing her perception even more, honing her skills. Being a swift learner, she eventually managed to pick up the signs of a fight starting, and informed the bouncers so they could already be in place before it had a chance to spread. The Innkeeper was grateful for the added help, and his boasts and compliments about the girl started to reach the ears of more important people. One of whom being a noble named Maric.

     

    Maric was the head of another one of Mindea's Houses. While still not very influential, it was at least considered a noble House by the other Houses, which was more than her own family could boast. Starting off by working in the kitchen, and later on being promoted to maid, the lord found that her awareness did indeed rival that of some of his bodyguards, which was when he made Arienna an odd offer: She'd keep working for him as his personal maid for a higher salary, but in return she'd be an unofficial member of his bodyguard, helping him spot trouble. Arienna accepted.

     

    Thus, things went on like tghat for another year, after which the first assassination attempt took place. It certainly was a close call -- one that managed to shake her nerves quite a bit, as she was in the room when it happened -- and the only reason she even survived was because the assassin was counting on her to be too terrified to move. She deliberately bumped into him as he fought Lord Maric, creating an opening the young noble used to finish him off. Faced with seeing a dead body for the first time, she was obviously shaken, yet after a leave of absence for a month she felt ready to take up her duties again.

     

    Realising their first assassination attempt had failed, another had been sent, but this time she was ready for it. She had been visiting the Inn where she had worked earlier, talking to some of her old colleagues while fishing for rumors in the common room. Thus, when the second assassin had fallen a week or so later, she could point out the House that had been responsable. A House that lost its ruler as soon as a few days later.

     

    However, what neither Maric nor Arienna had counted on was that the House had strong allies, ones that were not amused at seeing an ally fall to a less powerful House.

     

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    It was a relatively warm day that day, and Arienna had been sent up with Lord Maric's evening snack. Of course, the real reason he had taken to having a plate of soup brought to him in his study after dinner was in order for her to give her report at the end of the day, but that was only known to the two of them and a select few members of his personal bodyguard. She tapped the thick wooden door twice, going through their usual routine where she acted like the maid ordered with bringing the Lord his soup, after which she entered the room.

     

    The first thing that she noticed was that something was wrong. One of the heavy curtains moved slightly from a weak draft behind it, yet she knew the windows were supposed to be closed. Acting as if nothing was the matter, she calmly walked over to Maric, curtsying as she put the plate down. A small crack between the closet doors was all the proof she needed. She calmly got back up, took a deep breath and alerted the guards standing outside.

     

    - "GUARDS! To me!"

     

    The guards came rushing in, and much to the surprise of the assassins Arienna pointed a finger directly at each of them. Realising they had been discovered, they rushed out, but the guards were faster. Daggers proved to be no match for swords, especially more of them at once, and the threat was soon over. The smile on Maric's face soon faded however as he jumped up, suddenly embracing Arienna and taking her by surprise.

     

    - "M-m-my Lord?" o.O

     

    The feeling of embarrasment soon faded however, as Maric smiled at her before going limp, the bolt sticking out of his back leaving no question as to what had killed him. Arienna, still blushing, now noticed what she had failed to before: One of the assassins had been positioned near the door, and had ended up being out of her field of vision since she entered the room. Despite the guards' attempts to catch him, he managed to escape, after which they assembled back in the study, where a -- now significantly less agitated -- Arienna briefed them on what they were going to do.

     

    - "Taren, i'm going to have to hide for a while. That last assassin saw my face, and i have no doubts they'll be able to piece together who foiled their last attempt as well. I'll leave the city and head for one of the nearby villages, contact me when this entire thing blows over, okay?"

     

    Taren, the captain of the guard, nodded, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. It had been common knowledge to most of the House that Lord Maric had been in love with Arienna, something she hadn't realised despite her reputation. As little as she had realised she loved him as well, until that moment where he had hugged her. Forcing herself to stand, she made her way to get changed into her normal clothing as Taren made preparations for her to slip away unseen.

     

    However, Arienna had never been a good rider. And as such, the howl of wolves caused the horse to bolt, throwing her off before disappearing into the night. Now faced with the very real threat of being attacked by wolves, she fled through the forest she had gone in to hide her trail. Yet, despite her efforts, she could not outrun the wolves, and they were closing in fast. Realising this, she picked a spot to stand and fight, near a large oak tree. The trunk was large and thick -- at the very least, she wouldn't let them sneak up on her from behind.

     

    While it was true she didn't want to die, she was determined not to go down easy either. Yet, her bad luck streak of that night wasn't done with her just yet. In her haste to get to the spot she had picked, her foot caught on a treeroot she had overlooked, making her lose her balance and hit the ground.

     

    The last thing she remembered before her vision started to blur was hitting her head on something hard, the stress of the night's events finally catching up to her as she lost consciousness.