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    Handle : Cleopatra

    Division: White Tower

    Character Count : (For this Division) 2

    Contact : artistjoni1@hotmail.com

     

    Character Information

    Name: Vanette Al Ashmeer

    Age: 15

    Nationality: Camelyn

     

    Appearance

    Hair: Pale blonde

    Eyes: light blue

    Skin: Light with scant freckles

    Height: 5' 5"

    Voice: High pitched yet like a song

    Other: Statuesque, voluptuous

     

    Optional

    Special Skills: acrobats

    Knowledge Weakness: She is oblivious to rules of being a good friend

    Physical Weakness: She is better with knitting needles than with a sword.

    Personality weakness: Catty and very hurtful at times. Snooty and full of herself.

     

    Personality

    Vanette Al Ashmeer is talkative, cute and self possessed. She is in love with herself and believes all men are hers, at some point. She sees no boundaries and doesn't practice them. She hardly feels attachment to any man unless someone is trying to steal her present man. Though she flaunts her wares and bats her eyes, she is cagey and smart, quick witted and fun to be with... for as long as she allows you to be there.

    She is prideful, heated and coy.

     

    She does have a fondness for beautiful and powerful horses. She often compares men to them. She owns two of the finest Razors known in all the county. She also loves kittens but doesn't often like them when they are grown and pays much less attention to them. Anything that loves her, she loves back. For a time.

     

    History

    (Should include any major events in the character's life prior to joining the Division,

    as well as any significant RPs since)

    Vanette is the middle daughter of 4 girls. Often feeling left out or not getting the lions share of attention, she finds ways to make Mommy and Daddy notice her. Most often it was brazen and shameful. But never bad enough to ruin their reputations.

     

    Daddy raised Razor Horses, and high stepping steeds. Most Nobles and the wealthy would buy their horses from him. They were the most cared for beasts in 4 counties. Often as tempered as his Daughter Vanette.

     

    Mommy is a professional seamstress. Not that she does the work... she has many ladies for that. She hires out her ladies to tend to the rich and famous, so that they never have to leave their homes to shop. She carries the finest fabrics, laces and tooling anywhere. She makes sure her daughters are the best dressed and in the newest designs.

     

    Vanette was born on a cool fall morning. She was the smallest of the girls, when born. They thought she would be dainty. Much to their dismay she was not. She was hot tempered, much too mature when she was 12 than the rest of their daughters. She grew to be the tallest among the sisters, if not by a few hairs. She was boy crazy and always kissing someone behind the barns.

     

    When Vanette was entering puberty, she become more and more competitive. She would look for trouble in ways even she didn't understand, at the time. Her favorite past time was collecting boys to follow her around and vie for her attentions. She often would choose the rowdiest of them and send the other packing. This didn't seem to deter the boys though, once she was "finished" with boy number one and went looking for boy number two... or three. 

     

    The day came when in Camelyn with her mother, getting fitted for a new dress, that some finely dressed women came in to ask directions to the Bells Quarters Tea House. They were fine ladies but quickly gave her a piercing look that made her step back.

     

    Days later they were at her doorstep. The tense moment of arguing with her parents, as Vanette yelled and hissed, that she didn't belong at Tar Valon! But all her emotional outbursts made no differences. It was all moot. Mother and father had had enough of her antics and were well prepared to send her off. She left for Tar Valon, two days later, on a plain horse of all things, on a journey that would change her life. 

    Posted

    Hello!

     

    The WT Org Brown Ajah is sponsoring the May WT Org Event, and we need your help!  We are holding a book drive, and the event benefits children affected by natural disasters such as fire, flood, and storm.

     

    We would love to have all of DM participate in this event, please visit our thread about the event HERE.

     

    Thanks for your time, and we hope to see you there!

     

    Claire

    Posted

    Jaydena has had an unexpected LOA come up, so in the meantime, please direct any questions or requests to Elgee or I :)  If you aren't sure who it should go to, just email dmwhitetowerstaff@gmail.com

     

    Thanks!

    Claire 

    A shock of cold, like falling into a river just beginning to melt in the spring suns, coursed through Kerris.  He sat up abruptly, coughing and sputtering like he HAD fallen in a river.  He was on top of Arath's desk, and the Attack Leader was watching him warily.  He waited for Kerris to get to his feet again before speaking.

     

    "I told you, it's best to come to terms with we can do early on.  Get all your fainting over and done with now, before we start training you.  If it happens when you are actually channeling, you'll most likely die.  Or burn yourself out.

     

    "But that isn't a good thing to dwell on, so lets move along."  He grabbed the coat off of his desk and tossed it to Kerris.  "This one should do for now.  You'll get another as soon as we can manage.  So then.  Do you have any question for me?  Now is the time to ask.  Free time will be hard to come by in the next several weeks."

     

    Kerris caught the coat with his good hand and studied it.  It was a weave of satisfactory wool, nothing amazing.  It was dyed the blackest black.  Shrugging himself in it, Kerris examined the sleeve length.  The right arm would of course not matter, and would get to match his stump.  The left arm was surprisingly close to a good fit, not laying too short on his arms.

     

    "No, Attack Leader Faringal.  I don't have any questions I want to ask right this instant.  But I suppose I should ask when I get started learning how to control this."

     

    Kerris' stomach growled loudly.

     

    "And I should also ask where and when a man may get fed around here."

     

     

     

    Kerris' teacher wasted no time in getting directly to the point of things.

     

    "I will be honest with ya lad." He said gruffly. "Your arm doesn't bother me. I come from Saldea where people die screaming devoured by things you would wake up screaming about. I want to get that out of the way in case you have had some strange looks here. I came here looking for something and found Saidin instead. I am not so sure I like being what I am or even being here. But it is what it is. We have been given Saidin, like it or not, and if we do not learn to wield it we will harm innocent people and/or kill ourselves. So we will do what we must."

     

    It was obvious that Fanten was jaded, disillusioned.  His teacher confirmed this with his next statment, slightly warmer in delivery this time. "Don't be put off by me boy, life has made me a tough old man but i won't mistreat you, understand?"

     

    Kerris nodded, studying the grizzled man's face.  It had lines that seemed to reflect honor and valiance rather than age.  The aqualine profile was immediately recognizable to Kerris as that of a born leader.  Kerris felt a strange and resonating sensation as Fanten did something with Saidin, raising a stone platform from beneath the snow.  The cold stone was suddenly clear of snow and radiating warmth, and Fanten gestured for Kerris to take a seat.  The stone flooded him with sudden warmth in his hips as he sat.  Wasting no time, Fanten launched directly into a lecture.

     

    "Let us begin.  First thing you should learn is the Ko Di. Without this your mind and possibly your body may be scoured out of existence by the raging power that is Saidin. Some call it the Void, or the Oneness. It is an emptiness that allows you to shed distraction and focus more intently. Have you heard of such a thing?"

     

    Kerris thought for a few moments.  After the accident, it had seemed to Kerris like the world was too loud for him anymore.  Things and events moved too fast for him to keep up with.  When he felt overwrought by the pace of the world, Kerris had retreated inside of himself, to a safe haven he remembered as a child. 

     

    It was a cave in the depths of Braem Wood so large and black that it swallowed all sound.  Besides the indigenous cave life of crickets, bats, and so on, it was a perfect silence.  You could shout into it and the sound would be swallowed almost before it left your mouth.  When Kerris felt overwhelmed now, he imagined that cave, and all of the tumult and distraction of the world fell away as if the cave sucked the sounds down into its depths forever.  He turned to Fanten.

     

    "I am not sure if it is the same, but I have something like that.  When I use it, all distraction, sound, and senses leave me, only leaving the darkness and the quiet.  I can concentrate and think with that kind of quiet.  Does that make any sense?"

     

    Kerris looked at the older man with more than a little desperation.  Little chance he would have if he was already going crazy with thoughts of caves and silence before he even began his training!

     

     

    OOC: I will change the order of events around a bit, so that Nasty addresses Gianna last.

     

     

    As Gianna moved towards her chosen Ajah, it became evident what her direction was and the other Ajahs murmured their respects to the Amyrlin and began to file out.  By time Gianna's slightly painful steps had brought her to face the Blues, the Amyrlin and Keeper had also left, channeling the door shut behind them.  What transpired here was for the Blue Ajah only.

     

    Unable to speak, Gianna smiled at the women facing her, even that sour Nastascia.  Some of the women had smiles that reflected her own, particularly her mentor, Elyssa.  Before she knew what was happening, a shawl was being draped around her shoulders by one of the sisters.  Gianna gently stroked the long blue fringe and pulled it close around her. 

     

    I'll never take it off!

     

    One by one, the sisters present all kissed her on each cheek, repeating the phrase "Welcome home Gianna, we have waited long for you."

     

    Estel, Elyssa, Diona, Sareine, and Nastascia, they all repeated the tradition.  Nastascia's kisses were so light, Gianna couldn't be sure the other Blue had even touched her cheeks!

     

    The other Blue...that is right, Gianna, you are a Blue now.

     

    Nastascia cleared her throat, and Gianna looked at her questioningly. 

     

    "It is not yet done, but if you feel worthy follow us and let all that is done be done in the Light."

     

    Gianna raised her eyebrows in confusion.  "Pardon, Nastascia, but what exactly do you mean by that?"

     

    The Blue's smile was malevolent as it turned on the newest sister.  "It means that traditionally, the new sister will return to her Ajah halls clad only in the Light and her Shawl, signifying that she needs no other protection."

     

    Gianna held back a grimace, because she knew very well that her hips were covered with the welts of her punishment from last night.  "Very well, Nastascia."  It would not do for Nastascia to see those bruises and wonder at the reason for them.  Perhaps there was a way around it.  She was still facing the Blues, and so she quickly took off her clothes and managed to not turn her backside to face them while doing this.  She handed her clothes to Estel, who had held her arm out for them.

     

    Gianna nodded to Nastascia.  "Lead the way, Nastascia, and I shall follow in the Light."  The haughty Blue eyed her a moment, then strode purposefully to the double doors and channeled them open.  She didn't wait to see if the rest of the Blues were following, but they did file out behind Nastascia, until just Gianna and Elyssa remained.  It was obvious that Elyssa was waiting for her to go first, so Gianna resigned herself to the inevitable and followed the line of Blues leaving the domed room.  She clutched her Shawl tightly about her, but she heard Elyssa's quick intake of breath as she caught sight of the new Blue's hips, decorated with stripes.  Gianna threw a quick look over her shoulder at her Mentor, and put all the pleading that she could manage into her eyes.  Elyssa still had a look of faint shock on her face, but she seemed to understand that Gianna didn't want attention drawn to them.

     

    They wandered slowly up through the bowels of the Tower, and as they got nearer to the main and frequently used corridors, Gianna wondered what other embarrassments she would have to face this day.

    After a long interval, the Mistress of Novices responded to her soft knocking at the door.  When she saw who stood at her threshold, she stepped backwards and beckoned Gianna to enter.

     

    Gianna closed the door behind her, and followed in silence as the Red sat behind her desk.  Larindhra pulled her dressing-gown closed as she sat, and her hair was unbound and down over her shoulder.  Gianna remained standing in front of the desk, unsure of whether to curtsy.  She finally decided it best for her do so, and dropped a small but respectful one.  Larindhra arched an eyebrow.

     

    "Well, what is it, child, that brings you to disturb me during your Night of Reflection?"

     

    The capitals were evident in the phrase as she spoke it.  Gianna drew herself up, and spilled out the entire story. 

     

    "Upon reaching my quarters this evening, I concocted a plan to obtain revenge against Nastascia Sedai for her cold treatment of me during my testings and in the halls.  I am not one to usually pull pranks, as you know, Aes Sedai."  Larindhra nodded, impatient for her to go on.

     

    "Well, I woke the Accepted Esther, and told her that Nastascia Sedai was needed in the Kitchens, and would she help me by delivering the message?  Esther agreed, oblivious to my plan.  I arrived at the Blue quarters well ahead of her, for she had to dress and clean up before leaving.  I hid in the shadows of the Blue Ajah's halls until Esther came to deliver her message and both women left the halls.  I then entered the rooms of Nastascia Sedai, opened up the foot of her feather bed, deposited several mice and dung beetles within the mattress, then sewed it back up."

     

    Larindhra listened to all of this intently, and Gianna fancied the corner of the Red's mouth might be trying to twitch into a smile.  But it didn't materialize, and so she continued the end of her tale.

     

    "I hid in the shadows again when Nastascia returned.  I tarried only long enough to hear her screams several minutes later when she discovered the creatures.  Then I came directly to you to report what I have done.  I know that I deserve a penance, and I fear that Nastascia will be wroth, and take out her anger on the first target she can think of, being Esther.  I used the girl as a dupe, but I would not have her suffer for following my request."

     

    The Mistress of Novices sat still for several moments, contemplating the situation.  She finally rose to face Gianna.

     

    "I will say that I am disappointed in you Gianna, even if Nastascia's discomfiture may amuse me.  Needless to say, this is not the way I would define a Night of Reflection.  Perhaps you will be able to concentrate more on the burdens you will take up tomorrow with a set of fresh bruises across your bottom."

     

    She motioned for Gianna to assume the position, which the not-Accepted, not-Sedai did.  Gianna made no effort to stem her tears as the slipper came down across her thighs, forced herself to look at her reflection in the mirror as the blows showered down.  It was over within a couple of minutes, and Gianna stood and composed herself.  She turned to Larindhra, surprised to see that the Red was not marking the punishment down in the logs.  The Mistress noticed her gaze and smirked a bit.

     

    "No need for this to be recorded.  You are essentially Aes Sedai now, and you did act properly in turning yourself in for punishment.  There is no need for anyone but you or I to know what transpired here.  Now go back to your room Gianna, and spend the rest of this night in a more proper manner, please."

     

    Gianna nodded and turned to go, but a thought called her short.  "Larindhra Sedai, what will happen to Esther?"

     

    The Red chuckled a bit as she tied her dressing gown shut to go out in the corridors.  "Not to worry about that, Gianna.  Nastascia will soon learn that I preciously guard my rights to be the only Sedai doling out punishments around here."

     

    Relieved, Gianna turned to go back to the Accepted gallery, and she heard the Red's slippered feet padding not far behind her.  When she reached her room, Gianna strained to see Esther's door, but it was too far down the corridor.  She hoped the young Accepted was faring all right.

     

    She entered her room and spent the rest of the night kneeling in thought, as her tender bottom wouldn't allow her to sit.

     

    OOC: Elgee, do you want me to write a post as Lar coming to your rescue after Nasty lays into you a bit more?

    Tai seemed to think for a moment about how to respond to Gianna's query, but when he did speak it was solidly and confidently.

     

    "My Lady, if you must know you are correct. Many people claim to serve the Light. No, I have not served forces 'besides the Light' in the past. Just not so directly have I fought for a the Light until now. You see I was young." He chuckled then at his own comment. "Still am. No I have not spent time as a mercenary. However you will find, should I continue to have the pleasure of your company, that I tend to fight vehemently for what I believe in."

     

    He paused a moment, mulling over his next words before continuing. "My father was not around from early on in my life and my blessed mother raised me. She was murdered when I was just 16.  I swore that I wold do my part to fight the forces of darkness any way I could. So I left and joined the ranks of the Dragon. THAT is how I define serving the Light."

     

    Gianna absorbed all of this, trying not to show her surprise at the misfortune this young man had faced and risen above already in his life.  Her thoughts were interrupted when Tai'Dashan spoke up again.

     

    "Fair is fair, you speak of living through the Aiel War among other such hardships. It seems you yourself share a quality I fancy in observing things about those around me. If it pleases you I would hear more of how you came to know so intimately, a war that is surely before your time. You did speak of living through the war and being hardened by it did you not?"

     

    Gianna controlled the flare of dismay that wanted to cross her face.  She didn't think he would read all of that from her offhand comment, but it seemed that he was quicker than she thought.  It was time for the light hearted flirt to return.  You catch more flies with honey, after all.

     

    "My lord Tai'Dashan, are you sure you weren't raised in Cairhien?"  A slightly impish smile curved her lips.  He raised his eyebrows in confusion, and she pushed on quickly.  "I never said that I lived through the Aiel War.  In fact, what I said was that 'Things LIKE the Aiel War' can harden a person to many things.  There has been hardship aplenty in Cairhien in recent years without even mentioning Laman's Pride and the tumult that followed."  He still looked suspicious, so she took it a step further, leaning across to rest her hand on his arm as they rode.  She could see a slight blush creep into his cheeks as she spoke.

     

    "I appreciate your ability to look deeper than the surface, so I will say it plainly so that there is no confusion.  I was not hardened by the Aiel War, I wasn't even around to experience it!"

     

    That's because I was locked safely away behind the shining walls the whole time it was going on!  How could I experience anything from in there?

     

    She left her hand on his arm as they rode side by side.  She didn't say anything more on the topic, hoping that would be the end of it.  The sun was marching slowly toward the horizon, and they would be reaching New Braem soon.