Approved WT bio for Bronwyn - CC'd by FL

[Lavinya]

Character Name: Bronwyn Isolde

 

Email Address: mnm.blue@gmail.com

 

Division: White Tower

 

Place of Birth/Raising: With the Tuatha’an. (of Cairhienin descent)

 

Age: 17

 

 

Physical Description:

 

Physically, almost the archetype Cairhienin, barely 5’1” tall with pale white skin sun-darkened slightly on her face and arms. Her dark eyes, set in her narrow face, match perfectly with the near night sky colour of her hair which hangs in whimsical tangles down to the middle of her upper back. Her skirts, blouses and bodices are usually a mixture of beautiful bright yellows, oranges and greens with highlights of blues and reds. By the end of an average day, the bottom of her skirts are covered in dirt and mud which gets scrubbed clean by her tiny but far from delicate hands weekly.

 

 

Character History:

 

 

“Mahdi. You’ve raised us well, you’ve raised me well. You’ve taught us the Way of the Leaf, and you’ve cared for us and you’ve always lead us in the right direction. But, you’ve always told us that although we follow the Way of the Leaf. That we should follow our hearts and what you’ve taught us will guide us right.”

 

 

“Don’t Mahdi me Bronwyn. I may be the Mahdi, and I may have said those things, but I’m your father first and I don’t want you running off to be one of those… those Aes Sedai.” Just the tiniest hint of contempt flashed across the aged Tinker’s face, only another Tuatha’an would have noticed it against the bright blue and green shirt that draped around his weathered body. “You’ve heard the stories as much as I have, you can’t…”

 

 

“And am I supposed to believe stories and rumors now? Like the ones about Tinkers and how they’re all a bunch of thieves and baby snatchers? Stories like that?”

 

 

The Mahdi sighed, it was all could do. “No no, you’re right. I just don’t want you to go.” His hand, weathered more than his daughter’s whose had just begun developing the hardness from knitting, needle craft, cooking and washing, reached up and cupped her chin. “I’d just miss you too much... And I’d miss your beautiful voice. You sing so lovely, and I doubt I’ll ever meet your match with the fiddle.” He let his work-worn hand drop down to his side. “You know I always tell the other fathers that my daughter will be the one to find the Song.”

 

 

Her face blushed, briefly coming close to the colour of a red swatch on her skirt. “I’m sure that’s what all the fathers say about their daughters.”

 

 

“It is. But it doesn’t mean I believe it any less.” The Mahdi let out another sigh, this one of resignation, originating from deep down in his chest, right beside his heart. “And I know I can’t stop you. I want you to stay, but I want you to be happy.”

 

 

In a swirl of colours Bronwyn leapt at the Mahdi, her father. “Thank you! Thank you so much,” she wrapped her arms around his body as tightly as she could before adding “and you know I’m expecting the best farewell feast you’ve ever given.”

 

 

 

 

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Bronwyn’s last night with the people had been a mixture of joy and sadness, the Tuatha’an could make anything a celebration, and there was music and feasting and the tiganza, but she was steadfast in her approach to the tower. Everyone’s eyes were on her, and her ears were burning with mumbled accusations, she could make out curses hear and there mixed in with comments like ‘baby stealer’ and ‘thief’ from the people in the streets. She ignored it all and made her way straight towards the shining beacon in Tar Valon’s sky line.

 

 

Bronwyn was wearing the best clothes she owned, to make the best impression with the Aes Sedai. Her freshly cleaned yellow skirt was almost as bright as the sun itself and had slashes of red in three different shades. The sleeves of her green blouse stood out against the orange bodice covering her upper body. And slung over her shoulder was her fiddle, carried in what was once a brown case but now covered in painted pink swirls, vibrant purple stripes and splashes of yellow. It was a marked difference to the plain white dress of the young woman that lead her to the heavy wooden door with the sign that read, or so said the girl in white, “Mistress of Novices”. Bronwyn knocked loudly and waited, rocking back and forth in a swishing swirl of colour.

 

 

 

Miscellaneous Notables:

 

Bronwyn plays the fiddle as well as sings.

Bronwyn, like all Tuatha’an, does not eat any meat.

Bronwyn follows the Way of the Leaf.

[Wayfarer]

CC'd by the FL :)

[Sirayn]

Any relation to Eadon Isolde? :D

[Odette]

Hi, I'm the creator of this character.

 

Actually, no, there's no relation. Apparently I just wasn't being as creative as I thought I was when I was naming her!.

 

Anyway, Thanks the approvals! ^_^

[Sirayn]

I expect you read the same mythology. :D Welcome aboard! Good to have you around.

[Andular]

wow Odette returneth to the RP WB :)

[Odette]

Thanks Sirayn! ^_^

 

Andy!.. You remembered me!. ^_^ Sorry for ditching my other characters.. I wanted to start over brand new. ^_^

[Corki]

Now you will be around DM more, don't forget us in the Band on the ORG side.

 

*twiddles his thumbs some more as he awaits his bio for the Band to be accepted*

[Taei]

*bumps back in order*