Approved WT bio for Bethelynne - CC'd by FL OOHRAH!!!

[Lavinya]

Character Name: Bethelynne a Raposa

 

Email address: araposa.pequena@gmail.com

 

Division: White Tower

 

Physical Description: Average height and weight. Dark eyes and long,

dark hair. Olive complexion, a few freckles under her eyes and on her

nose. Pretty, but not beautiful.

 

Place of Birth/Raising: Far Madding

 

Age: Sixteen, almost seventeen

 

Character History:

 

"There are very few things I have done to be proud of, Aes Sedai, and

many more that cause me shame. I would prefer it if this could be

something of a second chance, a fresh start, if you will—rather than

the next chapter in the life of a malcontent. I have suffered much so

that my past might remain where I left it—many, many miles behind me.

This moment, this place is not something I had imagined for myself

even one month ago, but—as your Sisters are so fond of saying--the

Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. And while the price of passage from

my old life into my new is proving to be much higher than I had

expected, I am afraid this is my only option. Frankly, I have reached

my wits' end; I am at the end of my rope. Goodness, I'm so flustered I

forgot to even introduce myself. Where are my manners?

 

"My name is Bethelynne--Beth for short--and, as you can tell, I am

relatively new to your most beautiful city. I arrived here very early

this morning after a very long and very unpleasant trip and now regret

my decision to do little more than wash my face and run a comb through

my hair before seeking an audience with you. For all the stains on my

dress and the dirt under my fingernails, I tell you I am not a street

urchin. Honestly, I do not think my own grandmother would recognize

the young woman seated before you. Light, I hardly recognize myself.

It is frightening to think of how much has changed.

 

"If you think I am too old to be an initiate of your White Tower, I

swear on my mother's grave that I have seen sixteen too-short summers

and seventeen too-long winters. I was born and raised in Far Madding.

As a result, the thought of learning to do what you do, Aes

Sedai--learning to channel--is not exactly within my comfort zone. I

have had goose pimples since the day I woke up and realized my search

for self-redemption was leading me here. I am trying very hard not to

empty my stomach on your beautifully woven rug.

 

"I do not particularly want to talk about my past, but I understand

you need to know something of my life before today. Suffice it

to say I am the product of careful planning, strict instruction, and

many, many lies. While I may have begun my letters and numbers a bit

earlier than most children, my true education began the first time my…

guardian told me to lie on her behalf. In light of my new beginning, I

would like to avoid most of the details. My guardian—I would really

prefer not to use her real name—was a very shrewd woman and used every

tool at her disposal in order to ensure her family's place at the head

of the political dinner table would remain well established in the

minds of her peers.

 

"She loved me in her own way, and, while I cannot help but disagree

with her methods—who tutors a child in the art of poison, forgery, and

deception?—I do not resent her for doing what she thought was in the

best interest of our family. When we played our little games, when she

would leave a note in our secret spot that had instructions for me,

she called me her Little Fox and I called her Lady Vixen. It was

innocent enough, at first.

 

My Little Fox,

Mistress Clara has baked your favorite tarts for Elle's birthday party

this evening. She's hiding them in the back of the pantry. Take two

and bring one to me in the water gardens. Do not let yourself be

caught or I will be very unhappy with you.

Lady Vixen

 

"Although I would not go so far as to say I was happy, I can say that

I was cared for and that is more than many can say. Up until my last

six months under that roof, I had no doubts where my next meal would

come from or whether or not I would have a place to sleep at night.

No, my doubts dwelled in deeper, much darker corners of what I now

know as my heart.

 

"The first time I killed for her was on my thirteenth birthday. She

never explained herself to me, unless, of course, it was to make sure

I knew exactly what she expected of me: complete trust. Two drops from

a vial carefully concealed in the sleeve of my pretty, pink dress were

discreetly added to the glass of a woman I only knew as being very

close to the Vixen and by the end of the week, she died from what

seemed to be a rare and violent stomach virus. I was unsettled, yes,

but my eagerness to please my flesh and blood overwhelmed whatever

reservations I would otherwise have heeded.

 

"I would like to say I left of my own accord, but that would be too

big of a lie for even such an experienced liar as myself. I suppose

Lady Vixen never considered for a second that her Little Fox might

develop a conscience. If she had, she certainly had never expected me

to develop a crush on a certain young man of less-than-noble

bloodlines. I may not have loved him—how does one know such

things?—but he was certainly a distraction that Lady Vixen had no

tolerance for. I still do not know how she knew anything of my

interests in Jory, but she made it very clear that such interests did

not coincide with her own.

 

"She was so sure it was Jory who told me what I was doing for her was

wrong, that it was Jory who forced my sudden change of heart. How

could she—who had no conscience, no sense of right or wrong, only a

sense of gain and loss—how could she understand what I was feeling was

all of the guilt that had been building up inside my slowly-awakening

heart? She told me in no uncertain terms that I could not see him and

that there would be consequences if I disobeyed her. Seeing as how I

was fifteen years old at the time, I was desperate to rebel against

something. And as I had never allowed myself to feel any of the anger

I had a right to feel towards her—how could she use me so

casually? I was just a girl!—Lady Vixen and I were both

in for a surprise.

 

"She could have simply had him roughed up a bit, had him held in a

cellar somewhere for a day or two to encourage him to invest his

clumsy affections on someone closer to his status. I never saw his

body, could not—Excuse me, could I borrow a handkerchief? Thank you—I

could not allow her the pleasure of knowing she had broken my heart.

After all I had done for her, all I had given, she ripped from my

breast the slightest beatings of my heart. And for what? To prove a

point, she said: Lady Vixen is not to be disobeyed.

 

"I only knew of one way to get back at her, as killing her was our of

the question. The next morning, I was on the road and headed away, any

way so long as it was not her way anymore. You may think it to be a

bit melodramatic, and I would be inclined to agree. But, as my mother

once told me, 'For every action there is an equal and opposite

reaction.'

 

"So. I am here because I also wish to prove my own point: I am

finished being her bitch—literally. I am nearly a woman and have been

treated as anything but for nearly seventeen years and I am ready for

something more. Even if, as I desperately hope, Irony pokes his head

in and I do not have the ability to do what you do, Aes Sedai, I plan

to stay here and learn everything you and your Sisters can teach me.

If you would have me, that is."

[Wayfarer]

Very very well written bio, CC'd and best of luck in the White Tower Beth :)

[raposa]

Thanks, man. Does this mean I'm good to go? *bounces*

[Lavinya]

Sure are! as soon as I get gmail to stop messing with me I'll send your welcome letter. :)

[Taei]

*bumps back in order*