Approved WT bio for Cema [Band Stamp]

[Lavinya]

Character Name : Cemarillinin

Email address : liitha.gaidar@gmail.com

Division : White Tower

Physical Description : Long smoth straigth raven black hair, when it hang loose the tips of it touches her ass. Deep dark chestnut brown eyes with warmth in them hiding her fierce ebou dari traits. Cema is slim and can be easily described by the word petite, her skin is olive with a healthy glow in the cheeks from beeing much outside. 5'08'' high and 121.3 pounds.

Place of Birth/Raising : Ebou Dar, Altara

Age : 150+

History :

 

Cema looked out the window, her hand resting against the glass. Why was it she felt almost trapped of sorts in this place that was her home, turning she looked at her apartment. Her eyes wandering over books, some as old or even older than her. The shelves had collected dust while she was away. Her eyes stoped at the fireplace, above two swords hung in a cross, neither ever used by her.

 

No not her home, her home was on the road, her life a batle. Again her eyes found the window, first searching the mountain in the horison rising up above the skies. Then she lowered her gaze and adjusted her shawl as she looked down into the gardens.

How many of the girls milling about down there would prove worthy. It was a question hard answered, their origin or shelf of birth in life could tell litle of the strength inside them, nor their focus or willingness.

 

Cemarillinin knew this from her own experience. She had been a young mother in love with a dream of a throne when she arived. Nothing told her would whisk her away from her ambitions, not untill the door back was closed. She had taken the fall of her family hard, known with only her older sister and her son escaping death and in exile that rebuilding was not an option. Her son would not grow up runing the halls of the palace like his mother, instead his faith had ended in a dual over a girl.

 

Her hand touched the wedding dagger hanging from a cord around her neck, she wore it as a reminder of cautioness. Togheter with the ties that she had maid it was all that remained from the time before dead plans had to stand aside for the birth of new more glorious ones.

 

She had loved again, but it had been a difrent kind of love, one that she thougth would tear her to pieces when it broke. She had survived but been reluctant to take other travel companions for decades to come. But that too had changed and now destiny was coming, the dragon walked again, leading the world towards Tarmon Gaidon. Cema shudered as she again laid eyes on Dragonmount, many would die even before that, but if she steped carefully she would live to see glory beyond her girl dreams. Turning she left her room...

[Guest Estel]

if I CC this will you give me coffee?

 

oh, alright, no bribes needed

 

welcome back Ata!

[Taei]

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