Post by Robert on Feb 17, 2005 21:17:32 GMT -5
... Of characters, you pervs. So I want someone to approve a third character, done for the sake of something to do. Just to be different, I'm going to make her Black. w00t. Don't ask why, don't ask how. She's a random figment of my imagination, and liable to die before the day is done.
Name: Tamyen Morath
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 6", or about 161 cm
Eyes: Bright Green
Hair: Long, thick reddish brown hair.
Weight: 190 lb, or about 86 kg
Description: Of medium height, she is a Saldean native, with tilted eyes and a firey glare. Tries to project a fierce countenance, but is really rather weak and insecure, and rather scheming. Rarely seen without her shawl.
Strengths: Moderately strong in the Power. Air, Spirit, Earth are her best points. Can fight with daggers, bare hands, a quarterstaff, and a sword, though she never admits to that last.
Weaknesses: Weak both physically and mentally, easily controlled. By, say, the Black Ajah. Now she plots for a large role in the White Tower, blind and oblivious to the fact that the powers that be are forcing her to bend to their wishes at every step.
Background:
Born of the Borderlands in one of the fortress towns by the Blightborder, Tamyen felt from the start out of place. These people, her family, even, seemed rather stupid, she felt. They always went on about honor, and loyalty. What was loyalty, she thought, when riches and glory could so easily be at their feet?
With regret, she realized these people would never yearn for power, yearn for greatness like her. They could never really be her people.
She fled one night, to the surprise of her mother and father, who never really had a clue that their daughter were so dissatisfied. They hoped she was off to find a better life, and cried, but thought no more of it, mainly as they were killed shortly afterward by a trolloc raid, though Tamyen never found this out, nor would she have likely cared if she had found out.
Finding her way into the big city of Maradon, she wandered around aimlessly for a while, a gutter rat. This time traumetized her as several close encounters with vagrants occurred, and she realized it was not the best of plans, hers.
Sullenly, she decided to start back home, when an ironic twist of fate occured as she bumped into a local Aes Sedai. With a surprise, she found she could channel.
Coming with the Aes Sedai to Tar Valon was a big change, but that was nothing compared to the shock of novice life. Never had she been more picked on and irritated by other people, and she found herself dislking them more and more.
Finally raised, she chose the Red Ajah, which she found suited her quite well. She even found herself, for the first time, making friends. It was one of these friends that led her to the Black. It had been many private chats with Faern, when finally she had put the question to her directly. "Are you of the Black Ajah?"
Faern looked at her, startled. But she had guessed right. Faern said that if she told anyone, she would be dead. But Tamyen brushed this aside and told her that she herself was looking to the Black. It seemed the only way to get a position of real power, she had said.
And so it had begun. She had forsworn the three oaths, and gotten into the Black.
Now she looks for a way to increase her own power at the expense of others.
Edit: I realize a third might seem unbalancing, but I will play them independently and won't have them work together or anything... intentionally.
Name: Tamyen Morath
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 6", or about 161 cm
Eyes: Bright Green
Hair: Long, thick reddish brown hair.
Weight: 190 lb, or about 86 kg
Description: Of medium height, she is a Saldean native, with tilted eyes and a firey glare. Tries to project a fierce countenance, but is really rather weak and insecure, and rather scheming. Rarely seen without her shawl.
Strengths: Moderately strong in the Power. Air, Spirit, Earth are her best points. Can fight with daggers, bare hands, a quarterstaff, and a sword, though she never admits to that last.
Weaknesses: Weak both physically and mentally, easily controlled. By, say, the Black Ajah. Now she plots for a large role in the White Tower, blind and oblivious to the fact that the powers that be are forcing her to bend to their wishes at every step.
Background:
Born of the Borderlands in one of the fortress towns by the Blightborder, Tamyen felt from the start out of place. These people, her family, even, seemed rather stupid, she felt. They always went on about honor, and loyalty. What was loyalty, she thought, when riches and glory could so easily be at their feet?
With regret, she realized these people would never yearn for power, yearn for greatness like her. They could never really be her people.
She fled one night, to the surprise of her mother and father, who never really had a clue that their daughter were so dissatisfied. They hoped she was off to find a better life, and cried, but thought no more of it, mainly as they were killed shortly afterward by a trolloc raid, though Tamyen never found this out, nor would she have likely cared if she had found out.
Finding her way into the big city of Maradon, she wandered around aimlessly for a while, a gutter rat. This time traumetized her as several close encounters with vagrants occurred, and she realized it was not the best of plans, hers.
Sullenly, she decided to start back home, when an ironic twist of fate occured as she bumped into a local Aes Sedai. With a surprise, she found she could channel.
Coming with the Aes Sedai to Tar Valon was a big change, but that was nothing compared to the shock of novice life. Never had she been more picked on and irritated by other people, and she found herself dislking them more and more.
Finally raised, she chose the Red Ajah, which she found suited her quite well. She even found herself, for the first time, making friends. It was one of these friends that led her to the Black. It had been many private chats with Faern, when finally she had put the question to her directly. "Are you of the Black Ajah?"
Faern looked at her, startled. But she had guessed right. Faern said that if she told anyone, she would be dead. But Tamyen brushed this aside and told her that she herself was looking to the Black. It seemed the only way to get a position of real power, she had said.
And so it had begun. She had forsworn the three oaths, and gotten into the Black.
Now she looks for a way to increase her own power at the expense of others.
Edit: I realize a third might seem unbalancing, but I will play them independently and won't have them work together or anything... intentionally.
