Tig is 8 in Spirit. We could try for advanced Spirit. I'll check with Liitha and see if there are any plans I need to follow, or whether to wing it.

Any particular ideas for my Acolyte? Perhaps you could give her some backbone? >.>

I'll join too. I don't know what Heather's is, but she could use training.

Edit: Ok, her score is 3, but she could use some training still. ;D

Well, I could teach you channeling and I also have a horribly gimped Acolyte who could use a friend. She's freakishly obedient! ;D

I'm available if no one else wants to steal you away.

You're wanting some teaching, right?

Congrats Jeh!!!!!!

Finally some more Accepted round here! ;D

*nudge nudge*

Kara!!!!!!

hey, I don't bite....... well ok, yeah, I do, but they usually love it. *pokes Tig*

 

Hi Taladinges, come play with us in the stables ;) I know we're not nearly as interesting as the big, bad, slobbering, drooling, attempting to look serene Aes Sedai over there *nudges at Lor and company* But you won't be bored ;) I can promise you that much. Not with our little soon-to-be Accepted around. *tries to wink but ends up blinking as something flies in her eyeball trying to dig it's way inside her head*

 

Ah damn!! TIG!!! I'll get you for this!

 

*runs off to the infermerie* Welcome Talawhatchathingie!

What did I do? O_O

*eyes Jasmyne*

If you're looking for stuff to do, Talavin dear, you can always join the stable thread and play with novices.  At least they're less likely to bite! :D

Depends which novices....... *eyes a certain few*

Gray Ajah

Ophelia's RPs

A Hall's Deliberation

Annais is dead and a new Amyrlin is needed. Who will it be?

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,32477.0.html'>http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,32477.0.html

Ziya's RPs

A Hall's Deliberation

Annais is dead and a new Amyrlin is needed. Who will it be?

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,32477.0.html

*gives Elgee lots of snuggles, love, and chocolate*

Sounds like you've had a rough week. I'm sorry to hear about your cousin.

oh wow! What a quick responce :)

 

*eyes Jade* Well... no... but I didn't think I'd be doing that one for a bit

 

*raises brow at Tig* Test subject? Sure :P

 

And Riots are better than staring blankly at my computer screen ;)

;D ;D ;D

Arath, meet Melianna and her soon-to-be-discovered Talent! ;D

I can have it ready by the end of the week! ;D

Ditto to what Jade said! lol

Wanna be snuck into the Tower to be a test subject?

Mine are there! ^_^

*hurries Tig*  Get class 4 up so I can do the picnic as an Accepted!

 

Yay picnic!  How many reds do we have actively playing?  Is it just yours, Elgee? 

Give me time! I'm not even home!

Mwahaha, second reply!!!

Heather grinned in amazement at the assemblage. She loved when the snows fell and the first one was always the best. It reminded her of the days when she would run outside and roll down a hill on the freshly fallen snow. There were few feelings better than that. She was sure her braid whipped the man behind her as she sharply turned her head to watch the Commander approach on his dazzling red horse. It was an inspiring scene.

She was right in the middle of the rush into the hall after Commander Jaem bid them enter. The aromas nearly killed her. Everything smelled soooo good that she wanted to eat and drink everything in sight. her mom always said that she had her father's appetite. She took and plate and heaped all sorts of delicacies on it. Fresh golden rolls with warm butter and apple jam, roast beef seasoned to perfection and soaking in gravy, potatoes and carrots cooked in the meat juices. It was to die for. She meandered over to the table with the drinks and took a mug of hot apple cider. The perfect beverage for the Festival of the First Snow. A girl shyly approaced the table and Heather racked her brain to remember the girl. What was her name? Jenessa? No! Sarah? No. Think Heather. Saira! That's it!

"Hi Saira! You should try the beef. It's amazing! Are you having fun?"

Heather al'morris

Festive!

Always running, wasn't it. It seemed this whole place was obsessed with it. Run here, run there, run laps, run run run. Ikki hated running! He was not made for such things! He continued his rant in his head as he limp/jogged towards his assigned class. Storm Leader Covai was teaching saidin. This was a good thing.

He came just in time to hear the instructions and went right to it. He much preferred the channeling side of being in the Black Tower over the physical side. He wove earth as he had done so before and pulled up a manaquin. Easier than a army of them, at least. While the other dedicated was still finishing his, Ikki decided to make his look nice. he started to add eyes and a nose and other details. He nearly jumped when a flash of fire went past him and nearly burnt Geirrin's face.

Playing with fire? He was good with Fire. In fact, Ikki was well rounded and descent with all five elements. He held out his palm and wove the fireball into it as instructed. He continually made them bigger and bigger as instructed. Perhaps his hand was feeling a tad bit warm...

Ikkiliad sur Paendrag

Late

*nudge*

Esther seemed eager. Meli wasn't sure about Esther. She was a very smart girl, but her moods always lost Meli. A hard to read girl. She watched her mentee pick out the threads and was glad when earth was not the last one picked. Spirit was. She smiled as the power winked out of esther and she nearly fell onto her seat. The poor exhausted girl. She eyes Deanne in the corner. "Deanne, it's your turn."

Finally woman!!! :P

*goes to semi-terrorize*

Jasmyne is nice-ish now, I must remember that. ;)

Great! Just one more thing. On the nore about Ajah Heads at the bottom, it should say Head Clerk, not First Voice. ;D

*agrees with my ever-effecient Sitter*

And you have Mat down as a fourth Sitter. She's just a Sister.

Basic Information

Handle : Cleopatra

Character Count : 1

Contact : artistjoni1@hotmail.com

Character Information

Name: Satin sur Amoura

Age: 17

Nationality: Mayener

Appearance:  Long legged, and long neck and a complimenting figure. But not overly busty. She has a beautifully shaped face and eyes that are large and lips that are a bit larger and fuller. She walks with such grace, she seems to float.

Hair: Black as void, with a bluish sheen, naturally wavy near the shoulders to tip.

Eyes: Dark Hazel

Skin: Medium tone and very soft. She pampers her skin.

Height: She is 5'8

Voice: Creamy and fluid, using high to low pitches in her speech. She speaks with purpose and clear thought. It fits her name "satin"

Other: She has a tattoo in a scrolling nature on her upper right back. She loves singing birds and usually has them in her room but, not when she went to the tower. She now has to rely on nature to hear their songs.

Optional

Special Skills: Adept at reading people and their motives. Noticing physical nuances overlooked by most. She is a very good judge of character when she needs to notice.

Knowledge Weakness: Not knowledgeable in arts or visually attuned to real beauty.

Physical Weakness: Has some fainting spells.

Personality weakness:  Satin is nearly blind to the basic of needs to humanity. She can walk down a street of starving people and never see one of them. But she has argued for their causes when brought to her on paper.

Personality:

Satin is outgoing and self sufficient. She likes being asked question so she can prove her intelligence. She is not snobby but reserved, removed and unattached. She likes pleasantries and and chit chat but doesn't like long, emotional conversations. She can never really help in that area or give sympathies. She knows is a short-coming of hers. She is very smart, very observant and hides her intrusions very well. She can be a great conversationalist and welcoming otherwise.

She loves song birds and admires anyone with a lovely voice.

History

Satin was born in Mayene to a father, Nattan sur Amoura, who studied law. He was a very

good man to help to defend your woes to any accuser and never failed his "clients".

He loved his daughter and spent many hours on her education, nudging her towards the

ways of logic and finding the truth. She was groomed very well.

Her grooming and education began very young, at 6 years old. Some days lasting until late

hours, with her father explaining law or examples until she could barely keep her eyes open.

Her father was a great entertainer though. He expressed himself with zeal and she would

watch him as well as listen.

Satin's mother, Heldina sur Amoura, seemed to be aloof to her daughter to all other prying

eyes, easily giving over to her husband to take command of her education. She did though

want to show her off, so made sure she was dressed well and every hair in place, to

present her to public.

Her mother was a companion to her father, but the word "love" didn't seem to fit their

lifestyle.  Heldina seemed to be drawn to the night life. She was always attending

"functions" that included secrecy and though she would put her husbands questions to rest,

never revealing her actual whereabouts.

But in secret, she schooled Satin in her own kind of education. She bestowed upon her

daughter was that of a darker nature. How to be secretive, selective, and to never tattle on

any of her girl friends. Men were subspecies, in most aspects except to care for "us" and to

give us the life and wealth we deserved... etc.  Though Satin listened... she always

listened... she would always try to analyze what her mother was up to.  It was difficult but she

began to see things from her mother that to others, would never notice.

When Satin reached the age of 8 she was devoid of all basic social pleasures. She had no

friends to speak of, except for the usual "necessary functions" they had to attend for father

or with Mother, at night. She has a displaced feeling when she would go to Market or with

father, to the libraries where there would be other children running about. She would find it

only as soothing noises and soon began to realize that soothing noises were attractive to

her.

She began to listen to the music of singing birds and captured a few. Putting them in wired

cages and keeping them fed and safe. It was happiness that she could glean out of such a

repressed social life. Mother didn't like the birds and would get rid of them after a few

weeks. She had her suspicions about they escaped, loosing so many feathers... she hoped

that they were not harmed.

When she was entering a time in her life now when she began to experience meeting strange women from her mother's secret friendships. Though they treated her with interest and a few huddling together seeming to discuss her, she felt they people without quality standards, as father had taught her.  She was completely conflicted within, meeting women her mother seemed to hold in the highest regard, some people her father would wholly disapprove of. She kept silent with only the minimum of curtsies and nods, and the slightest of smiles. She seemed cool and attentive however and she was. She watched everything.

The day of her 17th birthday, she was roused by her mother in hushed tones, in the early dawn. Oddly, this was father's time of day... mother preferred evenings.

She was made to dress plainly, hurriedly and without questions. She began to veer towards father's room to tell him that she would see him for dinner but, mother quickly grabbed her arm and guided her away. Unknowingly... this was the last time she would see the inside of her father's house. The last time she would speak to her mother. The last time she would call anything, "hers".

She was greeted by two Aes Sedai in the Parlor. Two women she had never met before. She was suddenly and inexplicitly aware of what was to become of her. She glanced at her mother's hem, not meeting her eyes. She turned on her heels and immediately went to the Pony in the center. The two Aes Sedai, one a Blue and the other a Gray, had very few words with her mother and quickly mounted their horses. They turned to leave and Satin glanced at her mother eye to eye and felt a flooding of hatred for this cold and calculating woman. She hated her for not letting her say goodbye to her beloved father. Knowing, there was no turning back once the tower got a hold of you.

Congrats Eq and the Greenies! ;D

And my application even said Head Clerk, Jade. C'mon! *winks and giggles*

Thank you everyone!!