Approved WT Bio- Kabria Delondre- Aiel CCed

[Jaydena]

Basic Information

Handle : Eqwina

Character Count :Kabria will make 2

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Character Information

Name: Kabria Delondre

Age: 18

Nationality: Kandori /Illianer

 

Appearance

Hair: Pale blonde dyed red at the tips

Eyes: Pale sky blue Eyes

Skin: Sun darkened to a nice golden tan

Height: average 5'4

Voice: Her voice is commanding, and it is fairly deep ,but  clouded

with a musical quality (inherited from her mother)

Other: She has several tattoo's covering her body including some on

her hands and neck. Before she was deposited in Illian she pierced her

nose for another remembrance of her past.

 

 

Optional

Skills: She is a great navigator, and learned something of unarmed combat

 

Knowledge Weakness: Knows nothing of shore bound culture

Physical Weakness:

Personality weakness: Has no people skills, and buries her emotions

which causes her to be bitter.

 

Personality : She is bitter about her past, and secretly heartbroken

over the loss of  her adopted mother. Kabria always appears to be

glaring and she stalks with a purpose as apposed to just walking.

 

 

History

Katarina Delondre was born to an Andorian merchant and a Kandori, her

parents were an odd match from the start and their marriage seemed

predestined to fail. At the age of 13 Katrarina found she was alone,

without family or friends. Her parents did nothing but fight and often

they seemed to forget that young Katarina existed. One night she snuck

out her bedroom window with all the money she had been able to scrap

together. She bought passage to Illian, it was as far from her home as

she could get.

 

She was still a child in many ways when she reached Illian; but she

was willing to do what she had to enable to survive. With in a week

she had secured a job in the Kings palace, where she was put into

training as a maid. Katarina quickly grew to enjoy her position, she

was a pretty girl but common; often the nobles forgot she was there.

Kabria found herself privy to the secrets of her employers and she did

not mind selling them if the price was right. One afternoon while

cleaning a high noble's room the man arrived back before he was due;

Kat made her curtsies with promises to be swift but the man had more

on his mind than clean bed linens. With in a week a torrid love affair

had sparked between the two. A love affair with a commoner was not so

uncommon, but the fact that the man was married made it taboo.

 

A child was born as result of their passions, a child that Katarina

despised. Her child was doted upon in secret by her father; a fact

that only made Katarina fume. The secret meetings took all of his

time, so his private time with Katarina dwindled and soon was

nonexistent.

 

Blonde haired Kabria was loved by all the palace servants and a

thousand rumors flew about as too the identity of her father. There

was nothing more tantalizing to a servant than a scandal and Kabria's

birth had caused just that. It was spread almost immediately that a

noble had fathered the toe haired child.

 

Every noblewoman in residence looked crosswise at her husband when

that rumors reached their ears. Edwarden (Kabria's father) was forced

to stop his visits with his daughter, a fact that broke his heart.

Edward loved Kabria more than words could describe and did not want to

hide. In a heated rage he told his wife of Katarina and the child they

had bore.

 

Feeling jaded his wife wasted no time in making plans. It was only

luck and happenstance that allowed Katarina and 11 year old Kabria to

flee Illian unscathed. Mother and daughter boarded the first ship that

was setting sail. It was a SeaFolk raker, named the WaveSkimmer.

Shenesta din Nightwinds was the Sailmistress of the WaveSkimmer, she

had little patience and no humor. Yet she had allowed the mother and

daughter to board for a very hefty gift of passage. She had little

extra room for passengers and children always got in the way; but

something in the child's face touched her. Kabria reminded her of her

own daughter, now 10 years grown.

 

In short order the WaveSkimmer arrived in Mayene; but during the

journey Kabria had grown fascinated with the workings of a ship and

spent many evening hours locked in Shenesta's quarters discussing the

sea and ships and many matters of the world. When they docked in

Mayene Katarina departed the boat with promises to return before the

ship sailed. Two days Shene waited in hopes that Kabria's mother would

return, but from the first moment Shenesta  had seen through her lies,

and she had begun making plans. A child on her ship would be a burden

unless she learned to pull her weight.

 

***^^^*****

Kabria brushed her now white blonde hair, how many years since it had

lost its tinge of gold? Running the brush through her shoulder length

locks she thought once again about cutting it all off. It would be

easier and take less time than plating it in tight braids that wrapped

up and were fixed firmly to her head.

 

She stared at her face and sun darkened skin in the mirror and smiled.

The dark skin, almost white hair, hid her mother's features from her,

at least at first glance. She had made her peace with Katarina and let

her go; she had no feelings left for the woman who had given her life.

Shenesta had taught her about life, and men, and most important the

sea. Kabria had a direction and a sense of self; and she owed it all

to Shenestsa.

 

She was not worried when Shene had asked Kabria to see her in her

quarters after dark fell. It was a nightly ritual and she had hardly

needed a summons, but just after full Kabria opened Shene's doors and

was met with a blank stare. Kabria had never felt the need to knock

but this time she felt as if she had done something wrong. Shenesta's

face held nothing of the warmth she was used to, so she took her seat

with silence.

 

If eyes could hold clouds Shenesta's would have been black with rain

and lighting. "Sit Kabria we have much to discuss" As plans

were laid out before her Kabria's eyes filled with tears and her mind

flashback over the last 4 years.

 

… Blood poured from her scalp and salt water coated her skin. She

could feel every splinter in her head, and the hot blood that ran down

made a fan across her face. It would require stitching to repair the

damage the loose boom had caused. At only 13 years old Kabria's urge

to cry was just barely suppressed. Only Shenesta's jokes and smart

quips kept the tears at bay…

 

"You must understand Kabria, you have been like a daughter to me

but your place is not with us. You knew you could not remain

forever" Her abandonment by her birth mother suddenly seemed as

fresh as if it had happened only yesterday. Why did everyone who had

ever meant anything to her feel the need to turn their back?

 

Her fingers drifted towards her heart and for a time staring off into

nothing. Kabria's years at sea with Shenesta had made her hard and

taught her to suppress her emotions. Decisions reached in haste and

made with your heart instead of your head could lead to disaster,

especially with the sea as your mistress. " I understand Shenesta,

I will leave you once we reach Illian. It is past time I was back in

the land of my birth"

 

She departed without another word; there was so much she wanted to

say; so many emotions she wanted to express but that night was not the

time. Perhaps Shenesta would arrange for them to bathe together before

she departed, the bath was a place where they would speak freely and

share emotions that went unspoken else where. Before Kabria went to

bed that night she spoke with the tattooist on the ship and arranged

for him to arrive early the next morning. Shenesta had found out her

plans, and when morning dawned the man never arrived.

 

***^^^***

 

Outside the walls of Illian was a small shop, dank and dark but it

held the one thing she needed. For two nights the man worked for 6

hours each, while Kabria lay face down on a bed fighting back tears.

It was hard to be brave while she was all alone, stripped to the

waist, with nothing to focus on but the needles piercing her skin. The

image of the raker ran from shoulder to shoulder and was more than two

hands tall. When she saw the beauty that was depicted on her back she

forgot the pain. The raker was on the first among many that the man

drilled into her skin. It was that man who directed her to a shop in

the city that could make her final transformation.

 

The city of Illian seemed larger than Kabria remembered; but then to

her anything larger than an un-walled town gave her pause. Many women

she passed in the streets stepped wide to avoid her and the men stared

at with open interest. Her blonde and red hair named her an outlander

as much as the tattoos on her neck. Kabria's dress was a simple

woolen, well made with little embroidery. It could have passed without

comment anywhere except for the way she wore it. Every few steps her

feet became tangled and she almost landed on her face. The hem on the

dress was torn and covered with dirt and she was becoming increasingly

frustrated with every step. Skirts were less than useless in her eyes,

but they had been necessary if she was to return to the life of the

shore bound. The thoughts that filled her head had turned her eyes

into pits of lighting and ice. It was a wonder that the women who

stepped clear of her did not run, though many seemed just on the

verge.

 

She stalked the streets of the city in search of someone who could

help her. Kabria's fierce eyes sought out any sign. She passed several

buildings time and time again but she marched on. Crowded between a

cutler and a seamstress was a tiny two story building, the first floor

made of pitted stone and the second was a well worn wood. Its white

wash had faded to gray and the sign proclaiming the trade was faded

beyond recognition but the man who sat at the door was all the sign

she needed.

"Good sir I think you can help me!" With only a few words and the

exchange of silver Kabria found herself flat on her back with the

menacing looking man lording over her.

The needle he held was thin and blade sharp. It was over before she

had a chance to scream and she examined the work in a cracked mirror.

A tiny silver ring looped through her nose and Kabria smiled, it was

another memory of her past.

 

***^^^***

 

Two weeks in Illian and her life was falling into a steady rhythm of

work and sleep. During the day she worked in the kitchens of the

Wondering Minstrel, turning spits and sweeping floors. No one had been

willing to give her a job waiting tables, not unless she changed the

oddities of her appearance. Refusing to change even a hair had found

her a job that worked her from sun up until sun down and a cramped

room in an attic.

 

The Minstrel was a moderately sized in with patrons of moderate

wealth. Everything about the Inn was average, except the food. Shashel

the head cook was a wonder with spices and a find hand with a spoon.

Kabria did not think she had ever eaten so well. The food almost made

up for her cramped quarters and menial pay. Over the 2 and a half

years Kabria worked and slept and did little else with her time. She

submerged herself with her work and became very good at what she did.

Kabria had not felt the need to make friends; at least not the kind

that could speak back. Her only friends were her books. The tiny

cramped quarters she dwelled in were filled to bursting with

manuscripts from all over the world. She had begun to collect her own

small library. Kabria believed she could learn more of culture from

books than from human interaction.

 

 

One day shortly after her 18th naming day Kabria's world was thrown

for a loop.A young woman arrived, and had soon revealed herself as Aes

Sedai. Kabria could not help but sneak peeks at the woman when she

could. Aes Sedai were always refused passage on the WaveSkimmer, they

were refused so fervently that Kabria had become to think of them as

hideous monsters.

 

The woman Kabria met briefly was anything but a monster, she was too

happy by half but she was no rabid animal. Unfortunately Kabria had

been seen by the woman; her appearance did not lend itself to avoiding

notice. Before Kabria had time to think the woman had her knotted and

tied in a neat bundle bound for Tar Valon and the White Tower itself.

 

As the pair journeyed to Tar Valon Kabria was left with much time to reflect.

 

….Her teeth felt ready to crack with the effort of holding back

the scream. Staring off  her eyes glazed over Kabria did not even

flinch as a compass was completed on her hand. The dark ink felt like

fire beneath her skin, but the choice had been her own and she was

proud that she hadn't shed a tear…

 

A single tear fell from her eye now as she stroked her final tribute

to the mother she had lost. And copy of a tattoo that her "mother" had

had.

 

[Ghaul]

  That was long ... but good one.

[Taei]

*bumped back in order*