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Taymist

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    I love playing Runescape, reading (mainly science fantasy/sci fi), and writing (hence the RP stuffs). I'm also a little obsessed with all things fibre related as I knit, spin, crochet, felt and sew. Distraction is likely when encountering sheepies, bunnies and alpaca.

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  1. Sorry if that was confusing, my other handle is on other sites, not this one. I'm only ever Tay here. You're definitely not allowed multiple handles or multiple accounts here on DM. We're allowed name changes, if there's a good reason for it but it has to be Admin approved. If someone has two accounts for some reason, such as not being able to access an old account, they choose which one to keep and the accounts get merged or one gets deleted so they only have one handle.
  2. DM Handle: KingRodel Character Name: Andar Traveller Returning?: No Other characters: 0, so far. Group: Freelanders Guild: Freebooters Age: 40 Gender: Male Place of Birth/Raising: Born in Andor, raised in Cairhien Physical Description: Light brown hair, 180 lbs, 6 feet 2 inches tall, brown eyes, very handsome and dashing, with a small mustache and goatee. Thin scar across right cheek. Strengths and Weaknesses: Very charismatic and intelligent. Struggles with depression, and resultant drinking. Character History Andar al'Vidal was born in Andor to San and Jyll al'Vidal, commoners who insisted they descended from a noble house, though which one they did not know. He and his parents soon moved to Cairhien, where they managed to secure a decent standing, with San joining the Cairhienin army. At age 17, Andar's parents were killed in the Aiel War, ruining his plans to become a lawyer and scholar. Torn apart by their deaths, he learned to fight and swore that if he ever happened upon the Aiel who killed his parents, he would avenge them. However, he knew it was unlikely he would ever find the Aiel responsible, and searching for a purpose in life, he eventually joined the Children of the Light. He soon deserted after several conflicts with command, most notably over Questioner tactics. He traveled aimlessly for some time, earning his name, and eventually ended up leading a mercenary band of about 15 or so that he optimistically called "The Hordes of the Traveller." He leads them to this day. Al'Vidal struggles with feelings of purposelessness and depression, wondering if there is anything for him in life but steel, blood, and war. He is a complicated and contradictory character. He is a hopeless romantic and falls habitually in love, but remains a virgin due to his strict moral code and has never 'found the right woman.' He admires the Children of the Light as an organization but despises most individual Whitecloaks. He hates Aiel in general, but any specific Aiel he's met he respects. He insists that his clients walk in the Light, but generally justifies taking on almost any customer. He has few friends, nor does he try to gain any, though he desperately wants some. Other people's opinion of him matters a lot to him, except when it is bad. He has a great sense of humor, but ... actually, there's no catch to that. He has a great sense of humor.
  3. Glad J got that sorted out for you. My other online handle is Rualirr (Ru or Rua for short), also from Tolkien's elvish, meaning Starshine. Hurrah for sketchy translations lol.
  4. Don't worry about it. 🙂 I've had a read over it this evening and I'll be dropping you an email in a bit.
  5. Ha ha. We do like our letters around here. DR PSW is Dragon Reborn Portal Stone World, the name of our world for Role Playing in. We use a PSW to prevent any issues with contravening copyright. You may recall Rand and Selene's excursion into a Portal Stone World in the books. BotRH is Band of the Red Hand, one of our Social Groups (SG's). SG is used to differentiate from Role Play Groups (RPG's).
  6. Hi there, welcome to the PSW. The bio was definitely received. I spotted it yesterday. A Freelander bio if I recall correctly. By way of explanation, the site's been fairly quiet for several years and we've been in a semi hiatus/hibernation mode with minimal activity. We're still getting back into the habit of checking for bios etc. now that interest in the books and TV series is increasing again, so do bear with us. I should get back to you in the next 48 hours as long as there are no offline problems. In the meantime, you can make yourself at home signing the Code of Conduct if you haven't already done so, and checking out the pinned threads on this board with all their information and links.
  7. Nice to meet you, Geeky. Don't fret overly much. I come from the Billy Connolly school of cursing myself, although I keep it well hidden on the boards lol. Crap and arse are fine to use as far as I'm concerned. We're (the Admins that is) not in the habit of being unreasonable over language. People oops now and then, we're only human. Most try to stick to milder language or substitute Randland speak. It'd have to fairly in your face for one of us to step in and, as Elgee mentioned, we'd drop you a message and possibly edit/delete the post depending on circumstances. There are no current plans that I'm aware of to change the rules of the forum regarding this but who knows what the future holds. Yes, Jason still runs the show, along with Jennifer (whom you may know better as Kathana). They're co-owners now and have been for several years. Hope you'll enjoy using the boards here whether you like to RP or prefer to socialise, there are plenty of options.
  8. Interesting choices. My two favourite characters were always Verin and Aviendha. I had a soft spot for both Thom and Mat too. I must admit my initial liking for Perrin waned over the course of the series, largely due to Faile whom I utterly detested start to finish. I was never a fan of any of the 3 girls but I do like Min.
  9. I would be surprised, nay! shocked to my very core, if it were otherwise.
  10. Welcome back! I'm guessing you had a different name back then? I hope you're enjoying the re-read. Feel free to make yourself at home. There are lots of pinned threads with useful information in the various Social Groups' public boards and failing that, there's normally someone about to answer questions.
  11. Don't worry, it's safely recorded on the PSW Wikia here: Covina
  12. Character Name: Thera Trakelyn DM Handle: Eqwina/Crystal Sedai Age: 30 Place of Origin/Raising: Caemlyn Physical Appearance: Red hair, brown eyes, 5ft6, weighs 135 WS: 19 Philosophy: Flame and Void Primary Weapon: Katana Secondary Weapon: Bow Tertiary Weapon: Dagger Character History: Thera was born to Annoura ni Casther t’ Trakelyn and Matrim Trakelyn. She was the middle child of five children. Her father was a minor noble in Caemlyn. They owned a large manor house in the country. Thera was a tomboy, as a young girl she would never wear dresses only pants and coats. She could shoot a bow or handle a sword as good as any boy. Her days were spent running around with her brothers in the woods hunting rabbits and fishing. Thera and her brother Matrim would use practice swords to fight each other. Thera almost always won. People almost always assumed she was a man. She wore only pants and coats and kept her hair short. When she was young she would travel to the city with her dad. They would always stay at the Queens Blessing. One winter while they were away the manor was burned. Sadly Annoura didn’t make it out in time. Matrim moved his family into the city. They rented a small room upstairs from a seamstress. Matrim sent his two oldest boy’s Thad and Arden off to join the Queen’s guard. Thera begged to be allowed to try, but the queen’s guard only took men. That left Thera to take care of the family. Mistress Anna (the seamstress) took young Thera under here wing and taught her how to sew, cook, and do needlepoint. All of the things she despised. Thera did them all without complaint. She just wanted to please her father. When Thera was 16 she was taking a sewing lesson from Mistress Anna, When an Aes Sedai came in inquiring about a silk print she had seen in the window. Thera had seen enough Aes Sedai to recognize their ageless faces . With the Aes Sedai was a woman in her middle years, with the look of a cat ready to pounce. If Thera didn’t know better she would have thought her the Aes Sedai’s warder. When they were gone Thera asked Mistress Anna. And to her surprise the woman was the Aes Sedai’s warder. As long as the girls can keep up, the tower allows them to try. A year and a half went by, The Aes Sedai and her warder almost forgotten. When Thera life changed. Thera sat alone waiting for her father to come home. Her other brother’s had joined the Queen’s Guard, so it was just her and her father. Two days and then a week past with no sign of him. Thera waited a month more, when there was no word from her father she made a decision. She would go to Tar Valon. She had Mistress Anna make her a few new outfits of breeches and coats. She spent all her free time practicing with her father’s sword, and riding her horse around the city. It had been years since she had been riding. Mistress Anna gave Thera all the money she had. And helped her ready provisions for her journey. Within two weeks she was ready to leave. She left early one morning through the North gate.Her heart broke as she left everything she had ever known behind. But she never shed a tear. Maybe she would make a good warder after all. For all her supposed skill with a sword she quickly learned that she knew next to nothing about actual fighting, or the proper way to hold her weapon. In fact she spent much of her time playing catch up to the other students. She was not the fastest learned, but she did have dedication. Often she took extra lessons and when she was not working in Practice Yards she was at the armory learning about the weapons she one day hoped to wield as an expert. The years past faster than she had ever dreamed, and somehow Thera found herself bonded to the most beautiful little pixie of an Aes Sedai. Serena and Thera spent many years learning each others ways, and traveling far and wide. During their years alone out in the world their bond became something more. They shared a love so fiery and full of passion that it eventually led to their destruction. Through their passionate fights, and endless making up Thera never once wavered in her devotion to Serena. Even when their relationship was at its breaking point she would have died for her always. 6 years ago when Thera was only 28 years old Serena disappeared into the night, and the bond had been masked ever since. Because she had never felt the death rage, Thera knew that Serena still lived, but beyond brief glimpses that told her Serena's general direction in the world she had not seen her since. Unable to bear losing both Serena and her life in the White Tower, Thera rededicated herself to her training and became a blade-master and one of the best swordsmen in the yard. Her skill with weapons and her ability to lead got her a promotion to Mistress of Trainees. It was not a position that she had ever aspired to, but it was one that she took very seriously. It was as if her failures in her personal life and her assumed failure as a Warder pushed her to be the best at something. Being the best, in Thera's mind, went hand in hand with being strict. She was a fierce Mistress of Trainee's, but cared deeply for her charges and wanted the best for all of them. She wanted to instill in them a sense of duty to the White Tower, and an powerful sense of themselves. It was her hope that if they knew themselves better they would not repeat her mistakes. As the years continued to pass, Thera had hoped that the pain she felt at Serena’s disappearance would fade. Instead of the pain fading, it ate at her and a darkness began to grow and fester in her heart. She took up drinking to numb the pain, and it didn’t take long before she was next to worthless as Mistress of Trainee’s. Her years of dedicated service to the white tower had earned her a room in the Barracks, but her drunkenness and surly disposition had lost her most of her friends.
  13. Age:68Nation of origin:Kandori /IllianerHair:Pale blonde dyed red at the tipsEyes:Pale sky blue EyesSkin:Sun darkened to a nice golden tanHeight:5'4Description:She has several tattoo's covering her body including some on her hands and neck. Before she was deposited in Illian she pierced her nose for another remembrance of her past.Voice:Her voice is commanding, and it is fairly deep, but clouded with a musical quality (inherited from her mother)Personality:She is bitter about her past, and secretly heartbroken over the loss of her adopted mother. Kabria always appears to be glaring and she stalks with a purpose as apposed to just walking.Special Skills:She is a great navigator, and learned something of unarmed combatWeaknesses:Knowledge Weakness: Knows nothing of shore bound culturePersonality weakness: Has no people skills, and buries her emotions which causes her to be bitter. OP Scores Air: 4 Earth: 6 (7) Fire: 3 Water: 4 Spirit: 5 Strength: 22 (23) Skill Potency: 32 54 Character History Katarina Delondre was born to an Andoran merchant and a Kandori, her parents were an odd match from the start and their marriage seemed predestined to fail. At the age of 13 Katrarina found she was alone, without family or friends. Her parents did nothing but fight and often they seemed to forget that young Katarina existed. One night she snuck out her bedroom window with all the money she had been able to scrap together. She bought passage to Illian, it was as far from her home as she could get. She was still a child in many ways when she reached Illian; but she was willing to do what she had to enable to survive. With in a week she had secured a job in the Kings palace, where she was put into training as a maid. Katarina quickly grew to enjoy her position, she was a pretty girl but common; often the nobles forgot she was there. Kabria found herself privy to the secrets of her employers and she did not mind selling them if the price was right. One afternoon while cleaning a high noble’s room the man arrived back before he was due; Kat made her curtsies with promises to be swift but the man had more on his mind than clean bed linens. With in a week a torrid love affair had sparked between the two. A love affair with a commoner was not so uncommon, but the fact that the man was married made it taboo. A child was born as result of their passions, a child that Katarina despised. Her child was doted upon in secret by her father; a fact that only made Katarina fume. The secret meetings took all of his time, so his private time with Katarina dwindled and soon was nonexistent. Blonde haired Kabria was loved by all the palace servants and a thousand rumors flew about as too the identity of her father. There was nothing more tantalizing to a servant than a scandal and Kabria’s birth had caused just that. It was spread almost immediately that a noble had fathered the toe haired child. Every noblewoman in residence looked crosswise at her husband when that rumors reached their ears. Edwarden (Kabria’s father) was forced to stop his visits with his daughter, a fact that broke his heart. Edward loved Kabria more than words could describe and did not want to hide. In a heated rage he told his wife of Katarina and the child they had bore. Feeling jaded his wife wasted no time in making plans. It was only luck and happenstance that allowed Katarina and 11 year old Kabria to flee Illian unscathed. Mother and daughter boarded the first ship that was setting sail. It was a SeaFolk raker, named the WaveSkimmer. Shenesta din Nightwinds was the Sailmistress of the WaveSkimmer, she had little patience and no humor. Yet she had allowed the mother and daughter to board for a very hefty gift of passage. She had little extra room for passengers and children always got in the way; but something in the child’s face touched her. Kabria reminded her of her own daughter, now 10 years grown. In short order the WaveSkimmer arrived in Mayene; but during the journey Kabria had grown fascinated with the workings of a ship and spent many evening hours locked in Shenesta’s quarters discussing the sea and ships and many matters of the world. When they docked in Mayene Katarina departed the boat with promises to return before the ship sailed. Two days Shene waited in hopes that Kabria’s mother would return, but from the first moment Shenesta had seen through her lies, and she had begun making plans. A child on her ship would be a burden unless she learned to pull her weight. Kabria brushed her now white blonde hair, how many years since it had lost its tinge of gold? Running the brush through her shoulder length locks she thought once again about cutting it all off. It would be easier and take less time than plating it in tight braids that wrapped up and were fixed firmly to her head. She stared at her face and sun darkened skin in the mirror and smiled. The dark skin, almost white hair, hid her mother’s features from her, at least at first glance. She had made her peace with Katarina and let her go; she had no feelings left for the woman who had given her life. Shenesta had taught her about life, and men, and most important the sea. Kabria had a direction and a sense of self; and she owed it all to Shenestsa. She was not worried when Shene had asked Kabria to see her in her quarters after dark fell. It was a nightly ritual and she had hardly needed a summons, but just after full Kabria opened Shene’s doors and was met with a blank stare. Kabria had never felt the need to knock but this time she felt as if she had done something wrong. Shenesta’s face held nothing of the warmth she was used to, so she took her seat with silence. If eyes could hold clouds Shenesta’s would have been black with rain and lighting. “Sit Kabria we have much to discuss” As plans were laid out before her Kabria’s eyes filled with tears and her mind flashback over the last 4 years. … Blood poured from her scalp and salt water coated her skin. She could feel every splinter in her head, and the hot blood that ran down made a fan across her face. It would require stitching to repair the damage the loose boom had caused. At only 13 years old Kabria’s urge to cry was just barely suppressed. Only Shenesta’s jokes and smart quips kept the tears at bay… “You must understand Kabria, you have been like a daughter to me but your place is not with us. You knew you could not remain forever” Her abandonment by her birth mother suddenly seemed as fresh as if it had happened only yesterday. Why did everyone who had ever meant anything to her feel the need to turn their back? Her fingers drifted towards her heart and for a time staring off into nothing. Kabria’s years at sea with Shenesta had made her hard and taught her to suppress her emotions. Decisions reached in haste and made with your heart instead of your head could lead to disaster, especially with the sea as your mistress. ” I understand Shenesta, I will leave you once we reach Illian. It is past time I was back in the land of my birth” She departed without another word; there was so much she wanted to say; so many emotions she wanted to express but that night was not the time. Perhaps Shenesta would arrange for them to bathe together before she departed, the bath was a place where they would speak freely and share emotions that went unspoken else where. Before Kabria went to bed that night she spoke with the tattooist on the ship and arranged for him to arrive early the next morning. Shenesta had found out her plans, and when morning dawned the man never arrived. Outside the walls of Illian was a small shop, dank and dark but it held the one thing she needed. For two nights the man worked for 6 hours each, while Kabria lay face down on a bed fighting back tears. It was hard to be brave while she was all alone, stripped to the waist, with nothing to focus on but the needles piercing her skin. The image of the raker ran from shoulder to shoulder and was more than two hands tall. When she saw the beauty that was depicted on her back she forgot the pain. The raker was on the first among many that the man drilled into her skin. It was that man who directed her to a shop in the city that could make her final transformation. The city of Illian seemed larger than Kabria remembered; but then to her anything larger than an un-walled town gave her pause. Many women she passed in the streets stepped wide to avoid her and the men stared at with open interest. Her blonde and red hair named her an outlander as much as the tattoos on her neck. Kabria’s dress was a simple woolen, well made with little embroidery. It could have passed without comment anywhere except for the way she wore it. Every few steps her feet became tangled and she almost landed on her face. The hem on the dress was torn and covered with dirt and she was becoming increasingly frustrated with every step. Skirts were less than useless in her eyes, but they had been necessary if she was to return to the life of the shore bound. The thoughts that filled her head had turned her eyes into pits of lighting and ice. It was a wonder that the women who stepped clear of her did not run, though many seemed just on the verge. She stalked the streets of the city in search of someone who could help her. Kabria’s fierce eyes sought out any sign. She passed several buildings time and time again but she marched on. Crowded between a cutler and a seamstress was a tiny two story building, the first floor made of pitted stone and the second was a well worn wood. Its white wash had faded to gray and the sign proclaiming the trade was faded beyond recognition but the man who sat at the door was all the sign she needed. “Good sir I think you can help me!” With only a few words and the exchange of silver Kabria found herself flat on her back with the menacing looking man lording over her. The needle he held was thin and blade sharp. It was over before she had a chance to scream and she examined the work in a cracked mirror. A tiny silver ring looped through her nose and Kabria smiled, it was another memory of her past. Two weeks in Illian and her life was falling into a steady rhythm of work and sleep. During the day she worked in the kitchens of the Wondering Minstrel, turning spits and sweeping floors. No one had been willing to give her a job waiting tables, not unless she changed the oddities of her appearance. Refusing to change even a hair had found her a job that worked her from sun up until sun down and a cramped room in an attic. The Minstrel was a moderately sized in with patrons of moderate wealth. Everything about the Inn was average, except the food. Shashel the head cook was a wonder with spices and a find hand with a spoon. Kabria did not think she had ever eaten so well. The food almost made up for her cramped quarters and menial pay. Over the 2 and a half years Kabria worked and slept and did little else with her time. She submerged herself with her work and became very good at what she did. Kabria had not felt the need to make friends; at least not the kind that could speak back. Her only friends were her books. The tiny cramped quarters she dwelled in were filled to bursting with manuscripts from all over the world. She had begun to collect her own small library. Kabria believed she could learn more of culture from books than from human interaction. One day shortly after her 18th naming day Kabria’s world was thrown for a loop.A young woman arrived, and had soon revealed herself as Aes Sedai. Kabria could not help but sneak peeks at the woman when she could. Aes Sedai were always refused passage on the WaveSkimmer, they were refused so fervently that Kabria had become to think of them as hideous monsters. The woman Kabria met briefly was anything but a monster, she was too happy by half but she was no rabid animal. Unfortunately Kabria had been seen by the woman; her appearance did not lend itself to avoiding notice. Before Kabria had time to think the woman had her knotted and tied in a neat bundle bound for Tar Valon and the White Tower itself. As the pair journeyed to Tar Valon Kabria was left with much time to reflect. ….Her teeth felt ready to crack with the effort of holding back the scream. Staring off her eyes glazed over Kabria did not even flinch as a compass was completed on her hand. The dark ink felt like fire beneath her skin, but the choice had been her own and she was proud that she hadn’t shed a tear… A single tear fell from her eye now as she stroked her final tribute to the mother she had lost. And copy of a tattoo that her “mother” had had. Kabria had always been strong, and had been raised to be a fierce protector. When she became an Aes Sedai she chose to join the Green Ajah. She felt as if it was always meant to be.
  14. Age: 150+ Nation of origin: Ebou Dar, but was raised all over the world Hair: Midnight black hair that hangs a foot below her waist Eyes: Large emerald green eyes Skin: Pale ivory skin Height: 4'8 Physical Description: Eqwina is short, even for a girl. She is 4'8 and very voluptuous. You could mistake her for fat if it weren't for the thin silver belt she always wore tight around her wait. You could never mistake her for ugly. She has pale ivory skin, with large emerald green eyes, full lips, and midnight black hair that hangs a foot below her waist. It is held out of her eyes by two small silver barrettes that attached at the back of her head with a silver chain strung with tiny pearls. It was a gift from Elfian. OP Scores Air: 7 Earth: 5 Fire: 5 Water: 7 Spirit: 6 Strength: 30 (30) Skill Potency: 31 61 Character History Eqwina al’Caupthn was born 17 years ago to Adwyn and Davehm al’Capthn; owners of a small inn (The Peddler’s Delight)in Ebou Dar. She was always mature for her age and tough as nails (you have to be in Ebou Dar). When she was in her 11th year, a fight got out of hand and her parents inn was burned to the ground. They both died in the fire. Young Eqwina was pulled sleeping from her bed by and old Gleeman named Elfian Nathune. The old man felt sorry for the girl so he decided to take her on as an apprentice. He taught her to play the harp, juggle, tell stories, and tumble. They spent many years traveling the world preforming. Eqwina thought of the man as family. They were on their way to Cairhien when Elfian took ill. Eqwina started preforming three times a day. It took them months to reach Cairhien. By the time they arrived Elfian was so ill he could hardly stand. Eqwina got a room for them at an inn, where she performed for food, lodging, and a few coppers a day. One evening Eqwina went bounding up the stairs excited to tell Elfian that she had finally been able to tell the THE HUNT FOR THE HORN all the way through with out making a mistake. But sadly when she reached the room he was dead. She panicked, grabbed all of her belongings, saddled her horse and rode as fast as she could away from that city, swearing she would never return. She made it all the way to Tar Valon. She was penniless and alone. She tried to find work, but could not. The city had too many Gleeman as it was. She couldn’t even find a room at an inn. She tried to sell her horse Deliah for money, but nobody was interested. She finally decided to go to the White tower to see if she could ever become Aes Sedai. Eqwina fought hard to follow her dream. She was not the the most skilled, but she worked hard and was able to chose her sisters. She joined the Yellow Ajah and made it her mission to heal.
  15. I'm stalking all your posts around the boards, Eq. You know I'm not going to make you jump through hoops. Neither is Kath. Assuming no major problems suddenly come up, which is unlikely, it's just a simple approval and re-post of your bios. Literally nothing has happened since you left that's been major enough to cause any issues for you RP'ing.
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