Approved White Tower Bio for Rhydia Burgess--CCd by BT

[WhiteWolf]

A liitle bit confusing this one, but basically sound.

 

Basic Information

Handle : minisamus

Character Count : 3

Contact : freemantle04@gmail.com

 

Character Information

Name: Rydia Burgess

Age: 15

Nationality: Bethal, Ghealdan

 

Appearance

Hair: Dark

Eyes: Dark

Skin: Pale

Height: Short

Voice: Silky

 

Optional

Special Skills: Tracking and trapping

Knowledge Weakness: Rydia can read her letters and sign her name but

taxing her brain makes her twitchy

Physical Weakness: Can’t swim and hates the rain

Personality weakness: Lack of mental concentration

Personality Very fun loving and likes physical work as part of an

active lifestyle

 

History

 

The fire was dead. An hour to first light and her scalp felt numb with

the cold. The ferret next to her slept huddled in a ball. Rydia got

out of bed and with her blanket wrapped around her and started

rebuilding the fire.

 

Once sufficiently warm, Rydia left the hut, passing one of the rare

aes sedai inspection parades. Pushing through the aes sedai’s stoic

guards was as difficult as trudging through snow. Frosty winds whipped

her hair.

 

In their midst, with her back toward Rydia, awaited the hooded figure

of the aes sedai, obscured behind a curtain of falling snow. It was

her time to be tested. The snow was so deep at her feet she sunk and

could only pull herself out with maximum effort.

 

When the grave face turned on her, emerging from the falling snow,

puffs of white breath drifting from within the hood, Rydia was awed;

she turned to ice, paralysed, static, unable to speak or smile. But

the aes sedai smiled, and it flowed through her like a warm breeze.

 

. . .

 

But one day ago the entire town was hushed and hiding, waiting for the

end of winter. Roads were closed, communication blocked; the only news

to come through, rumours of two deserters from the Legion of the Wall.

Her father, a trapper, came upon them frozen to death, snuggled in

deer entrails west from the village. They had tried to save

themselves.

 

The mayor refused to send a party to retrieve them, but Rydia’s father

was not inclined to leave the men where they were. He said it was

incredible men should desert so far from Jehannah, within a day’s

march of food and warm. He requested Rydia’s help to cart the crooked,

pitiful bodies to the cemetery.

 

Although Rydia was accustomed to shovelling and hard work, she was

ever so pleased to see their village once they were done. She stood by

the graveside (dug for both men) in the icebound cemetery while the

last rites were performed. Rydia found herself unable to move, like

some small animal caught in mid-stride by an angry fox or badger. A

woman was staring at her, like an owl hunting field mice, or wolf

cutting a young calf from the herd. Rydia had not known then the woman

was a witch of Tar Valon.

 

. . .

 

And now she was travelling once more, through layers of ice and cold,

heading to the great city, spoken of with wonder and myth, for a

chance to be one of them . . . the women with fired faces unnatural

powers.

[Wayward_fool]

I actually thought it was pretty well written. Funky. Nice cadences and structure.

 

I'm the Bio Checker for the BT now. So I stamp my CC approval stampy thingy. *grins*

 

 

[Elgee]

Edited the thread title for you  :)