Approved Civilian--CC'ed by Warders

[Guest Dalinar]

Name: Deidre Karminov

Email: rapture_of_malachite@hotmail.com

Division: Black Tower (Civilian, permission from Serge Karminov)

Age: 21

Height: 5’5’

Weight: 125

Country of Origin: Illian

 

Physical Description:

Deidre has waist length, blonde hair that she wears unbound and straight;

her eyes are as blue as the sea off the shores of Illian on a clear day and

they contrast sharply with her

sun tanned skin. She is of average height, and her body is lithe and well

toned from her

days working outside.

 

Bio:

 

Deidre lay in bed, fighting to stay awake. Her parents should be asleep

themselves by now, but out of caution, she waited. She glanced over at the

bag in the corner and

frowned; did she remember everything? She had some money, a few articles of

clothing

and she had even managed to sneak a few items from her mother’s

cupboard earlier.

Everything seemed to be in order and the boat would not be leaving until she

arrived.

 

She slipped out of bed, wincing when the floor boards creaked beneath her

weight. She

was already dressed, save for the wide brimmed hat which hung on the chair

by the door.

As she collected her things, she silently cursed her brother, Serge, for

putting her through

all of this. If he hadn’t run off, then she wouldn’t be in the

mess she was in now.

 

The mess, of course, was marriage. Not that she had anything against being

married, but

the man that her father had chosen was all wrong. Deidre couldn’t tell

her parents exactly

why the man was wrong for her, so she had to make up silly reasons for not

wanting to

marry him. Her father had heard enough though and told her that she would

be wed to

the man that he had chose, and this left Deidre no other choice but to leave

as quickly as

possible.

 

Deidre had never been away from home before and she didn’t know of any

family outside of Illian, save for her brother who had disappeared a few

years back. When

she found that she would be forced to marry, she knew that she had to find

her brother.

Tracking him down had been easy at first as he had left a trail a mile wide

all the way

to Tear. All she had had to do was ask the right people in the right way;

ask any man,

bat some eyelashes, and pour the sugar onto whatever words came out of her

mouth.

And if that didn’t work, she simply pulled the dagger that she kept on

her belt and

questioned them point to groin. Either way, she found out what she needed.

The last

man she had questioned said that he remembered seeing a man with looks

similar to

her own, of course, HE wasn’t nearly as beautiful. He had only

remembered him

because of some incident, a bad fire, that had happened on the boat at the

time. Her

brother (it must’ve been Serge), had disembarked in Tear.

Deidre spent the next several months squirreling away whatever money she

could

and finally managed to get enough to buy secrecy and passage aboard a ship

headed

for Tear.

 

She slipped quietly out of the house and made her way to the dock, saying a

joyous

goodbye to the place where she grew up. Briefly she wondered what real

perfume

smelled like and decided that it had to be better than what the perfume in

the perfume

district smelled like. She hoped that her mother and father wouldn’t

be too upset with

her for leaving, especially since she was to be married the next morning and

she hoped

that one day they would understand.

 

She found her ship and boarded and in no time, she was headed for Tear. She

kept to

herself while on the ship, speaking little to anyone and ignoring the crude

remarks from

the sailors. She thought about her brother and hoped that he would recognize

her, if she

managed to find him, and then she thought about how to go about finding out

where he

went if he wasn’t in Tear. She was angry with him for leaving and she

could have boxed

his ears for it, but at the same time, she was excited to see him again. It

had been so long.

 

When the ship finally docked, she disembarked and went to the nearest inn

that she could

find. After having a bath and a hot meal, she immediately set out to find

Serge. She had

expected no luck in finding him on the first day, or even the second or

third. After four

days of questioning though, she had started to get a little discouraged. At

the end of the

fourth day, she began to make her way back to the inn where she was staying

when she

saw a couple men, dressed all in black. She asked a passerby about them as

they looked

out of place and was shocked when she was told that they were members of the

Dragon’s

Army. Curiosity took her, Serge could wait. She followed them.

 

Deidre stayed far enough back from the men that she could stay out of sight,

but follow them easily enough. They led her through the twisting streets of

Tear and to a large gate

in front of what looked like a large castle of some sort. She kept her

distance and watched

them silently for a time, until she saw him. It was Serge up there with

them! Deidre panicked. The Dragon’s Army were male channelers. Male

channelers were mad, and

her brother appeared to be with them. She had seen enough and knew better

than to get

herself involved with a group of madmen, so she started to leave. Then she

cursed again

and turned back. She couldn’t leave her only brother in the hands of

madmen!

 

“Serge!” she called out as she stomped towards the group,

“Serge Karminov!” Deidre

had every intention of dragging him back home by his ears. That was, until

she realized

that her brother wouldn’t be with them if he couldn’t channel.

She stopped dead in her

tracks and took off running in the other direction, cursing herself for a

fool.

 

“Deidre!” she heard him call and she stopped again. She could

never outrun her brother.

 

 

 

 

 

Sorry on the formatting too lazy to change it.

 

Cheers!

Dali/ben.

[devon]

Looks good to me.

[Rapture]

Thanks! :)

 

 

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