Biographies of Intro to RP Students (March Illum. Org Class)

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This is where I will post all the bios from the class for reference.

[claireducky]

Handle: dragonsworn1991

 

Character Name: Devrion Olgeer

   Division:  WT

   Age: 98

   Place of Birth: Arafel

   Appearance: 5 11 long flowing brown hair, wide black eyes. Skin like white porcelain, Thin, has a striking almost over bearing presence.

   Personality: Outgoing, never meets a stranger, always helps out if someone needs help.

   Strengths/Weaknesses: A very swift weaver, is a very astute puzzle solver. Devrion is to trusting, and she hates not knowing and will do almost anything for knowledge and understanding. She also thinks with her heart more often than not. She also tends to wear her emotions on her sleeves.

 

   Character History: Devrion was born to Karifel and Darius in the town Shol Arbela in the border nation of Arafel. Her parents were the heads of the minor Olgeer.  Devrion’s mother, Karifel, always took her on tours of the city to see all of the people who were less fortunate. Karifel instilled values of charity in trust in her daughter from early years.  Therefore Devrion always had an open heart and purse to those who were in need. When Devrion was nine a trolloc horde attacked the city and her father led the forces that were sent to defeat them.  Her father took a trolloc’s arrow in the back and died in battle. The news hit Devrion hard because she loved her father and he was her world. A few years passed but the pain of her father’s passing still burned whenever she looked at her houses symbol of a red sword and shield against a field of black. When her 14th came around a group of a few sisters from Tar Valon came to Shol Arbela and anyone who wanted to be tested for the one power could be. Devrion got tested and the sister who tested her said she could learn to channel if taught.  From there Devrion was taken to Tar Valon where she was enrolled in the novice book. Her novice hood was pretty normal she finished in ten years, and then she became accepted where she staid for again for another ten ears years. Upon being raised many people thought she would choose blue, for championing the cause of fighting the shadowspawn, or even brown, since she loved to read and she loved information in general yet she chose green. She said it was in remembrance of her father, who always told her to stand up, and fight for what’s rite.  Devrion wanted to bring pride and honor to her father’s name, she wanted to feel his smile from where he was sheltered in the creator’s grasp. When she was raised to the shall and had the green fringed cloth held to her tight. Old flashbacks seemed to rush through her mind. One of being into a fight with a boy who said she was to weak to play with the rest of the boys. She showed him, never again would he say that to her. Another ran through her mind of learning how to wield a bow and arrow. She became very apt with it and her proudest moment when she hit a target most people wouldn’t have been able to.

[claireducky]

Handle: Winterwinds

 

Character Name: Isabel Ravenswood

  Division:  CoTL/WK/ToW

  Age: 20

  Place of Birth: Andor

  Appearance: Isabel is taller than most women her age, standing at about 6foot, she is well built, and has a fair amount of muscles all earned though hard workouts and battle practice. She has a long scar on her left eye, that starts at the hairline, goes by her nose, and ends at bottom of her jaw, it is the result of her change in eye color. She wears her old uniform, which is to say the armor and tabard of the Children of the Light, which she still conceders herself part of. She wears a sword at her hip, opposite a quiver of arrows, both stolen from her former Children unit’s quartermaster. She wears her long white cloak with its hood up at all times. She also has black hair, though to throw off the Children she has made it lighter using dyes she has bought in a few villages, it’s now somewhat dark blond. 

  Personality: She is loyal to her friends, and deadly persistent to her enemies. She trusts few, and fewer still are those she would trust to guard her life.

  Strengths/Weaknesses:

Weakness: She trusts almost no one, and thus it is hard to get her to do anything.

Strength: Once you gain her trust, she will do almost anything, she is also a fair tactician.

  Character History: Isabel Ravenswood was born in Andor, to Faerwenda and Alus Ravenswood. Her father was a retired Children of the Light, and often spoke of his glory days in the order. Her childhood was as normal as one can expect, being an only child to a soldier, and a women to boot. Though her father wanted a son he settled with having a girl and set about teaching Isabel how to fight. She was fairly good in swordsmen work, and archery, but could not get the hang of any of the other forms of weaponry. When she turned 18, her father brought her to Amidor so she could enlist in the ranks of the Children, which she was accepted, though only after proving herself to the recruiter by sparing, and winning, against another potential recruit. She trained for a about a year at the Fortress of Light, and was out doing field training, charges and formation fighting, when a feeling crept over her, small at first, and easily brushed off, it steadily grew the longer she was on the field. By mid day of the fourth day of training she had started to get pictures of wolves running though fields that were not too far off, the smell of fresh deer, and so on. As the light faded the other trainees started to give her a lot of room, and the officers started to put their heads together and talk, only to stop as she drew close.  As she headed for her tent, they tried to ambush her, but for some reason she heard the coming, and was able to hide in the shadow of a nearby tent. Not knowing what was going on she slipped into her tent, careful to be quiet, went to light a candle, only to find she didn’t need one to see. Confused she picked up the hand mirror her mother had given her on her 17th name day, it was a gold hand mirror that had wolves worked into it, she nearly dropped it as she saw the reflection of two glowing amber eyes. Looking into the mirror a second time only made things worse, the amber eyes were hers. Fearing now for her life she snuck out of  her tent, hood up, and made her way to the quartermaster of the unit she was practicing with, they always kept live blades on hand for target practice with dummies, and told the quartermaster she was there to pick up the blade of an officer she had seen drop off his blade for fixing a day earlier. After the blade she asked for a longbow, she was to be doing some night practice with the scouts, and then she was gone. She grabbed a horse and fled to the south, since the Fortress was to the north. But as she was fleeing, a patrol of scouts saw her and fired a volley, though none hit the horse she was riding, one hit her as she turned her head to see if they were following, it left caused a deep gash down over her left eye, which would later be an identifying detail that the Children use in her wanted poster. After a day’s travel she found herself in grassy hills, and so set up camp, all the while trying to suppress the voices that were all poking for her attention.

[claireducky]

Handle: Opera

 

Character Name: Amaren (from the Jarra Sept of the Chareen Clan)

 

Division:  Frelanders - Aiel

 

Age: 16

 

Place of Birth : "Dew's Vase", a rock formation that allows the deposit of dew during the night, thus keeping the whole place fresh and enjoyable, situated far from the border with the Wetlands well into the Waste.

 

Appearance:

 

Height : 6'1 ft

Weight : 180 Ibs

Eyes : Clear Blue

Hair : Ginger, hair shoulder length, at least tied most of the time with a scarf, except for a thin blond strand beneath her left ear she lets curve-of-the-neck long and laces up with a leather cord down to the tip.

 

 

Personality:

 

Amaren seems to be easily influenced but she has an iron will she keeps to herself most of the time. When she dedicates herself to something, she gives her all and even more. She doesn't easily open up, is hard to make friend with and is usually mute around stranger. She tries not to be noticed where she goes, and though she is far from matching the Seia Doon, the Black Eyes, in stealth she has become quite skilled at hiding herself. She prefers hanging around quiet and unpopulated areas. When getting to know her, one might discover that she's in fact kind and cheerful around the people she loves, as well as naive and trusting to a fault.

 

 

Strengths/Weaknesses:

 

She relies on her brother too much, yet he's always here to help her and she draws strength from his back up. She's stealthy, sneaky and swift. Thus far, she has trained with her brother mainly in unhanded combat and with small knives, she doesn't know much about handling a bow or a spear yet. Her withdrawn nature has prevented her from making many friends, but the few she has, she considers them near sisters and near brothers and would gladly and fearlessly entrust them with her life if she had to.

 

 

Character History:

 

Before talking about Amaren, it should be wise to first talk about her family :

Her father is the Jarra Sept Chief, who is married to her mother, a powerful channeler among the Wise Ones, and also to a very crafted weaver. These two women are first sisters (after having performed the ceremony with the Wise Ones) and sister wives at the same time.

Thus, Amaren is doted with two second brothers, but they are much older than her and one is already choosing his society while the other is searching for a master blacksmith to learn under.

Amaren has also an older first brother, if "older" can really be applied in such a case where their birth are only two minutes apart (they are twins). And with such a dignified family, they both grew up with quite a lot of pressure on their frail shoulders.

 

Among other expectations, Amaren's first attempt with the One Power before she would become a Wise One like her mother was awaited from all, while her brother, Kairaj should be a great warrior like his Sovin Nai (Knife Hand) of a father. And even though their parents weren't really trying to push them a way or another, they both could hear what was being said on their account. They tried to act as if it didn't matter, but more than once, Amaren was brought around the Wise Ones sweat tent while Kairaj had to observe and participate daily in the training of the warriors.

 

Yet, Amaren had secretly set her heart on becoming a warrior as well. She would fulfill her toh and become a Wise One if it came to such extends, but until then, she asked her brother every evening about what he had been taught during the day, she would learn from him and train in the desert, away from peeping eyes until the Waste had become icy with the night. And Kairaj, glad to see her so determined into something, was also benefiting from his older brother position, which filled him with pride. Consequently, he hung around her every evening to train both her and himself. And in no time they could witness the results of their efforts. Kairaj had been praised more than once by the warriors.

 

But things don't always happen as they should. It soon became more and more evident that the True Source would never flow in Amaren. Instead...

 

It happened on one of their daily training. Amaren had suddenly been bitten by a scorpion and the devastating poison condemned her as soon as she felt the sting on her ankle. Kairaj could only watch his sister slipping away from him and even though it was the fate that awaited them all, he couldn't help but feeling that his sister was going too soon. He wanted to try to save her anyway and brought her in haste to the Wise Ones. But upon his arrival at the women's tent, Amaren's fierce fever was already breaking down and there was nothing more they could do. (Kaijar came in touch with Saidin to save his sister and heal the poison away from her body, or at least part of it. Amaren never knew what he did to save her.)

 

That night, Kairaj was also bedridden with a high fever, and the blurred image of him sweating buckets on the bed next to her own was the last image she saw of her brother.

At dawn, he was gone and the Wise Ones wouldn't tell her whether he had passed away in

the night or had gone to the Blight never to come back.

 

Nevertheless, Amaren tried to keep on living her daily life for a time, she tried to move on for it wasn't the Aiel's way to mourn the dead, she kept herself busy. Though, after the incident, no one bugged her about following her mother's footsteps and becoming a Wise One anymore. She could freely choose to become a warrior and openly train among the grown men. But Kairaj never left her thoughts and she chose to become a Gai'shain instead, thinking this would drive him away from her mind. Her request was not far from being rejected for she was not much more than a child but her parents stepped up for her, thinking it was in her best interest.  After she served her year and day in the white, she took up her life where she left it, and tried to put the pieces back together.

 

 

[claireducky]

Handle: SamVimes

 

 

Character Name: Folhart Bregman

Division: Dragon Reborn/Freelanders

Age:18

Place of Birth: Black Hills

Appearance: 5'11, black hair, brown eyes, average build, mangled left hand

Personality: carefree and happy

Strengths/Weaknesses:

strengths: sings, happy outlook on things, caring, easy to talk, and easy to smile

weaknesses: severe headaches, can be moody at times, when angry he gets frustrated easily, lack of fighting skills

 

Character History:

Folhart was found in the burned out rubble of a house in the Black Hills by a band of Tinkers when he was just a few months old. He was adopted by Artur and Bresaida Bregman of the Tinkers and was raised as their own son. He grew up in the Way of the Leaf and believes its laws to the bottom of his heart. He is aware of his origins but believes that to be a sign from the Creator that he was meant to survive so he can follow the Way of the Leaf. As of late he has begun to have severe headaches which require him to sleep for long periods of time. At first his parents were worried about this but now accept it as simply a part of who he is. He has become known as an exceptional singer amongst the Tinker and there is high hopes for his future.

[claireducky]

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.