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Post by Adela Traemane on Mar 7, 2019 1:23:20 GMT
Adela Traemane
Age: 27
Nationality: Andoran
Place of Birth: Sheldyn, Andor
Place of Residence: Caemlyn, Andor
Affiliation: Andor, House Traemane
Rank/Title: High Seat of House Traemane
One Power Strength: n/a
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 | Hand-Held: 3 | Stave: 0 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: 7 | Mounted: 0
Adela is not the type of woman to fuss too much over her appearance, despite the stereotype of noblewomen. In fact, more often than not, she can’t be bothered with it at all. Her black, slightly wavy hair is cut just short of her shoulders and is often pinned back out of her face. Adela’s eyes are blue-grey in color, almond-shaped, and slightly upturned. Her nose is thin and almost too long for her face. She has a short upper lip and thin lips overall with a narrow mouth. Her jaw is narrow but defined.
Adela can best be described as austere. She is a taller than average woman with the graceful yet rigid posture of a dancer. She is sure-footed and light on her feet, and though nothing in her mannerisms says that she would ever do so, she moves like she might begin dancing at any moment. Every part of her body is slender, her limbs, her hands, her face. She appears to be even taller than she actually is due to the long lines of her body.
Her clothing helps to add to the appearance of height. Adela gravitates towards clothing in solid, dark colors (black, navy, charcoal, in particular) that are cut slim and kept close to the body. Simple, straight lines give her extra length. She prefers high necklines, tight sleeves, and slim skirts.
Adela seems to be friendly and open. In truth, she is distant and difficult to get to know, though most people do not realize that they don’t know anything more than superficial things about her. She is not unfriendly by any means, it is just difficult to get past the outer facade to the real person behind the mask, so to speak. She is often quiet and reserved, preferring to let others do the talking which she has discovered often gets to the root of the issue much quicker than asking too many questions. She would rather gently guide the conversation and let others share what information they will, which often ends up being more than they intended to if she only keeps listening.
Adela is generally well-received. It is difficult to form negative feelings about her, but she also doesn’t really have any close friends. Adela is a loner though, so that doesn’t really bother her. The only person she has ever been particularly close to was her father.
Adela is a highly intelligent woman and is endlessly fascinated with knowledge and the pursuit thereof. She loves nothing more than learning, about anything. She takes in information like a sponge and will remember even mundane details of topics that particularly fascinate her.
The Traemanes had once been the greatest supporters and closest allies of the ruling house of Andor, the Trakands, but that relationship was somewhat more complicated after the events that surrounded Queen Elayne’s ascension to the throne. While the Houses are not hostile, their relationship has cooled considerably. Traemane is still a frequent supporter of Trakand, and they are a very influential House whose support is good to have, but they are also frequently a voice of dissent.
Adela Traemane was born in 85 FA, the oldest child of Miriam and Renalt, at the family estate in Sheldyn, Andor. At the time of her birth, Adela’s grandmother, Elodie, was the High Seat of her house, placing Adela third in line after her father. As such, her childhood was spent learning the things a future High Seat would need to know, history, politics, economics, etiquette; but as the current High Seat was barely into her fifties and her successor was a healthy young man of 25, there was no rush for Adela to be prepared. It was unlikely she would become the High Seat anytime before her 40s and so she was allowed to indulge her curiosity and study when and what she pleased. The “what” of that equation was almost everything, and the “when” was near constantly. Adela loved nothing more than learning, and her interests were vast and varied.
At six, she took an interest in animal husbandry and spent months in the stables and pastures on the Traemane’s vast estate. She was particularly fascinated by horses and during this time began learning to ride. She took to it like a fish to water and was a more than competent horsewoman before her next birthday, which led to her father taking her along on hunting trips, which became her next all-consuming obsession. For her seventh birthday, she was given a bow and immediately set to lessons in the yard.
At eight, Adela’s grandmother died suddenly after a brief illness. Adela was saddened by this, but she hadn’t been particularly close to her grandmother so it seemed to her that life wouldn’t change too much. But this meant that Renalt Traemane was now the High Seat and his days of leisure on his family estates were at an end. It wasn’t long before he was packing and leaving for Caemlyn, a red-faced, tear-streaked Adela watching his back recede into the distance. She had never been away from her father for even a full day that she could remember, and even though she had the look of her mother, she had the personality of her father and as such, she had always gravitated towards him. She felt adrift and alone now. Her mother was cold and distant, playing favorites among her children, of which Adela was most certainly not. Her two younger sisters and brother found her quiet, scholarly ways strange and so left her alone.
A month passed and Adela mostly stayed in her rooms reading or ventured down to the kitchens to help the cook bake pastries, which was her latest obsession. She felt like a ghost in her own home without the reassuring presence and steady hand of her father to guide her. When he returned for a week-long visit, Adela cried and begged to return to Caemlyn with him. He had missed her fiercely and it wasn’t too difficult to convince him that she should go too. After all, weren’t the royal children around her age? Wouldn’t it be beneficial for her to form a relationship with them as a child? They were, it would, and so she packed for Caemlyn.
Adela had been to Caemlyn briefly before, but the city never failed to amaze her. She had also briefly met the royal children a handful of times, but she did not know them well. As her father spent much of his days in the Palace, it made sense for Adela to join Ishara and Gareth Trakand for tutoring and play. Even though she had siblings, Adela had spent little time around other children and was unsure what to expect. What she found was a First Prince a year older than she was who seemed steady and dependable, a Daughter Heir a year younger than Adela who was wild and spirited, and another girl, from House Taravin, who was a gentle follower of the Daughter Heir.
She took an immediate, if restrained, liking to the two less rambunctious children and learned quickly to keep her eyes and ears trained on Ishara to avoid becoming the latest victim of some prank, of which she was frequently the target. It seemed that the Daughter Heir viewed her as an outsider, an intruder into the little kingdom of children that she was used to leading. Gareth, it seemed, never told his sister no, only tried to keep her from accidentally hurting herself or others; and Elaira Taravin seemed too timid to ever go against the Daughter Heir. Adela found herself relegated to the role of outsider, watching the trio of her peers but never fully joining in.
She formed friendships more akin to acquaintances with Elaira and Gareth over the next eight years. She felt protective of Elaira, worried that the younger girl was going to spend her life following Ishara’s whims instead of living her own life. Gareth, she found, also had the mind of a scholar and the two often participated in a friendly competition of wits. But she was never quite able to gain entrance into Ishara’s good graces, and she was unsure if she even wanted to. As a future queen, it made sense to want to earn the Daughter Heir’s affections, but their personalities were polar opposites and so the two maintained a cordial but distant relationship as they got older.
When she was 16, her world was again upended. Everyone had always known the Daughter Heir and First Prince would eventually depart for Tar Valon to train, that’s just the way things worked, but Ishara discovered an ability to channel sooner than anyone expected and the date of departure was moved up. Furthermore, it appeared the Elaira could also channel and she was sent away as well. Adela was more bitter about losing everyone all at once than she expected she would have been and blamed Ishara for it, even though she knew that was irrational.
Alone again, Adela returned to indulging her whims when it came to learning. She furthered her skill with the bow, she delved deeper into the study of economics, she took up painting. Her life resumed a steady rhythm now that it was just her and her father, a comfortable pace where she spent most of her days doing what she pleased. Her evenings were spent curled up with a book in companionable silence beside her father, or else learning from him about his responsibilities as a High Seat.
The days slipped by easily and before either of them realized, Adela had become a grown woman. Her father made some mention of her marriage prospects, but Adela was not in a hurry and her father seemed content to leave the matter for later. It seemed surprisingly soon when they learned that Ishara and Elaira had both been raised Aes Sedai, and that Ishara had bonded Gareth. Adela felt an odd twinge of jealousy at that, but she was an expert at keeping her emotions in check and so she shoved that feeling down and forgot about it.
Several months after Caemlyn celebrated the raising to Aes Sedai of its Daughter Heir, the royal court made its way to Tar Valon for the bonding of the Amyrlin Seat and the M'Heal. Renalt, who was not required to go, decided to take this time to take a month-long trip back to the Traemane estate. Adela, as was often the case, had decided to remain behind in Caemlyn. Six days into his absence, a messenger appeared in the yard with an urgent summons. Her father had been injured in a hunting accident and he requested her presence. The letter said the injury was not grave, that he would be fine, but Adela packed in a whirlwind and was off within the hour.
The letter was wrong. By the time she reached her father’s side, his face was slick with fever, his eyes unable to focus. Adela was distraught, blaming herself for not being there, though what she could have done if she had been there was uncertain. Renalt Traemane floundered in fever for two days, during which he would cry out for his daughter, or sometimes whimper for his long-dead mother. He seemed to be fighting between the two, the living and the dead, between life and death. On the third day, his eyes suddenly lost their fever-brightness, and that was it. He looked so peaceful that Adela could almost convince herself that he was sleeping.
For the first time in her life, Adela’s emotions took control. She fled his room in a panic, unable to catch her breath as she ran through the halls to her own room. She slammed the door behind herself, paced half the length of the room and back again, bent double at the waist trying to steady her breathing and saw spots swim before her eyes. She straightened, lashing out a hand to knock a pile of books off a nearby stand as a sob ripped out of her. She screamed, and then she raged and threw things, until her energy was spent and she sank to the floor, shaking and weeping.
Adela’s younger sister, Seraphine, found her like that. The two had never been close, but now her sister gently lifted her from the floor, helped her scrub her face and change her clothes, and tucked her into bed. Before she turned to leave, Sera kissed Adela gently on the forehead. The tender but unfamiliar touch of her sister set off her tears again and Adela watched her sister leave as they spilled over and slid down her cheeks.
The funeral was a grand affair, as is to be expected for a noble from such a prominent house. Adela was rigid and stoic for the entirety, only letting herself cry as she lay in bed at night. Her father had been the only person she was truly close to and now she was truly alone. She wanted to stay in bed for the foreseeable future, but duty called and her mother was unbearable besides, so Adela returned to Caemlyn less than a fortnight after her father’s funeral to take up the mantle of High Seat of House Traemane.
Books read: All
Age: 27
Nationality: Andoran
Place of Birth: Sheldyn, Andor
Place of Residence: Caemlyn, Andor
Affiliation: Andor, House Traemane
Rank/Title: High Seat of House Traemane
One Power Strength: n/a
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 | Hand-Held: 3 | Stave: 0 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: 7 | Mounted: 0
appearance
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140lbs
Build/Complexion: Tall and willowy/Pale
Eye/Hair Color: Blue-grey/Black
Distinguishing Features:
▪ Unusually dark hair for Andoran nobility
▪Tall, even for an Andorwoman
Weight: 140lbs
Build/Complexion: Tall and willowy/Pale
Eye/Hair Color: Blue-grey/Black
Distinguishing Features:
▪ Unusually dark hair for Andoran nobility
▪Tall, even for an Andorwoman
Adela is not the type of woman to fuss too much over her appearance, despite the stereotype of noblewomen. In fact, more often than not, she can’t be bothered with it at all. Her black, slightly wavy hair is cut just short of her shoulders and is often pinned back out of her face. Adela’s eyes are blue-grey in color, almond-shaped, and slightly upturned. Her nose is thin and almost too long for her face. She has a short upper lip and thin lips overall with a narrow mouth. Her jaw is narrow but defined.
Adela can best be described as austere. She is a taller than average woman with the graceful yet rigid posture of a dancer. She is sure-footed and light on her feet, and though nothing in her mannerisms says that she would ever do so, she moves like she might begin dancing at any moment. Every part of her body is slender, her limbs, her hands, her face. She appears to be even taller than she actually is due to the long lines of her body.
Her clothing helps to add to the appearance of height. Adela gravitates towards clothing in solid, dark colors (black, navy, charcoal, in particular) that are cut slim and kept close to the body. Simple, straight lines give her extra length. She prefers high necklines, tight sleeves, and slim skirts.
personality
Adela seems to be friendly and open. In truth, she is distant and difficult to get to know, though most people do not realize that they don’t know anything more than superficial things about her. She is not unfriendly by any means, it is just difficult to get past the outer facade to the real person behind the mask, so to speak. She is often quiet and reserved, preferring to let others do the talking which she has discovered often gets to the root of the issue much quicker than asking too many questions. She would rather gently guide the conversation and let others share what information they will, which often ends up being more than they intended to if she only keeps listening.
Adela is generally well-received. It is difficult to form negative feelings about her, but she also doesn’t really have any close friends. Adela is a loner though, so that doesn’t really bother her. The only person she has ever been particularly close to was her father.
Adela is a highly intelligent woman and is endlessly fascinated with knowledge and the pursuit thereof. She loves nothing more than learning, about anything. She takes in information like a sponge and will remember even mundane details of topics that particularly fascinate her.
history
The Traemanes had once been the greatest supporters and closest allies of the ruling house of Andor, the Trakands, but that relationship was somewhat more complicated after the events that surrounded Queen Elayne’s ascension to the throne. While the Houses are not hostile, their relationship has cooled considerably. Traemane is still a frequent supporter of Trakand, and they are a very influential House whose support is good to have, but they are also frequently a voice of dissent.
Adela Traemane was born in 85 FA, the oldest child of Miriam and Renalt, at the family estate in Sheldyn, Andor. At the time of her birth, Adela’s grandmother, Elodie, was the High Seat of her house, placing Adela third in line after her father. As such, her childhood was spent learning the things a future High Seat would need to know, history, politics, economics, etiquette; but as the current High Seat was barely into her fifties and her successor was a healthy young man of 25, there was no rush for Adela to be prepared. It was unlikely she would become the High Seat anytime before her 40s and so she was allowed to indulge her curiosity and study when and what she pleased. The “what” of that equation was almost everything, and the “when” was near constantly. Adela loved nothing more than learning, and her interests were vast and varied.
At six, she took an interest in animal husbandry and spent months in the stables and pastures on the Traemane’s vast estate. She was particularly fascinated by horses and during this time began learning to ride. She took to it like a fish to water and was a more than competent horsewoman before her next birthday, which led to her father taking her along on hunting trips, which became her next all-consuming obsession. For her seventh birthday, she was given a bow and immediately set to lessons in the yard.
At eight, Adela’s grandmother died suddenly after a brief illness. Adela was saddened by this, but she hadn’t been particularly close to her grandmother so it seemed to her that life wouldn’t change too much. But this meant that Renalt Traemane was now the High Seat and his days of leisure on his family estates were at an end. It wasn’t long before he was packing and leaving for Caemlyn, a red-faced, tear-streaked Adela watching his back recede into the distance. She had never been away from her father for even a full day that she could remember, and even though she had the look of her mother, she had the personality of her father and as such, she had always gravitated towards him. She felt adrift and alone now. Her mother was cold and distant, playing favorites among her children, of which Adela was most certainly not. Her two younger sisters and brother found her quiet, scholarly ways strange and so left her alone.
A month passed and Adela mostly stayed in her rooms reading or ventured down to the kitchens to help the cook bake pastries, which was her latest obsession. She felt like a ghost in her own home without the reassuring presence and steady hand of her father to guide her. When he returned for a week-long visit, Adela cried and begged to return to Caemlyn with him. He had missed her fiercely and it wasn’t too difficult to convince him that she should go too. After all, weren’t the royal children around her age? Wouldn’t it be beneficial for her to form a relationship with them as a child? They were, it would, and so she packed for Caemlyn.
Adela had been to Caemlyn briefly before, but the city never failed to amaze her. She had also briefly met the royal children a handful of times, but she did not know them well. As her father spent much of his days in the Palace, it made sense for Adela to join Ishara and Gareth Trakand for tutoring and play. Even though she had siblings, Adela had spent little time around other children and was unsure what to expect. What she found was a First Prince a year older than she was who seemed steady and dependable, a Daughter Heir a year younger than Adela who was wild and spirited, and another girl, from House Taravin, who was a gentle follower of the Daughter Heir.
She took an immediate, if restrained, liking to the two less rambunctious children and learned quickly to keep her eyes and ears trained on Ishara to avoid becoming the latest victim of some prank, of which she was frequently the target. It seemed that the Daughter Heir viewed her as an outsider, an intruder into the little kingdom of children that she was used to leading. Gareth, it seemed, never told his sister no, only tried to keep her from accidentally hurting herself or others; and Elaira Taravin seemed too timid to ever go against the Daughter Heir. Adela found herself relegated to the role of outsider, watching the trio of her peers but never fully joining in.
She formed friendships more akin to acquaintances with Elaira and Gareth over the next eight years. She felt protective of Elaira, worried that the younger girl was going to spend her life following Ishara’s whims instead of living her own life. Gareth, she found, also had the mind of a scholar and the two often participated in a friendly competition of wits. But she was never quite able to gain entrance into Ishara’s good graces, and she was unsure if she even wanted to. As a future queen, it made sense to want to earn the Daughter Heir’s affections, but their personalities were polar opposites and so the two maintained a cordial but distant relationship as they got older.
When she was 16, her world was again upended. Everyone had always known the Daughter Heir and First Prince would eventually depart for Tar Valon to train, that’s just the way things worked, but Ishara discovered an ability to channel sooner than anyone expected and the date of departure was moved up. Furthermore, it appeared the Elaira could also channel and she was sent away as well. Adela was more bitter about losing everyone all at once than she expected she would have been and blamed Ishara for it, even though she knew that was irrational.
Alone again, Adela returned to indulging her whims when it came to learning. She furthered her skill with the bow, she delved deeper into the study of economics, she took up painting. Her life resumed a steady rhythm now that it was just her and her father, a comfortable pace where she spent most of her days doing what she pleased. Her evenings were spent curled up with a book in companionable silence beside her father, or else learning from him about his responsibilities as a High Seat.
The days slipped by easily and before either of them realized, Adela had become a grown woman. Her father made some mention of her marriage prospects, but Adela was not in a hurry and her father seemed content to leave the matter for later. It seemed surprisingly soon when they learned that Ishara and Elaira had both been raised Aes Sedai, and that Ishara had bonded Gareth. Adela felt an odd twinge of jealousy at that, but she was an expert at keeping her emotions in check and so she shoved that feeling down and forgot about it.
Several months after Caemlyn celebrated the raising to Aes Sedai of its Daughter Heir, the royal court made its way to Tar Valon for the bonding of the Amyrlin Seat and the M'Heal. Renalt, who was not required to go, decided to take this time to take a month-long trip back to the Traemane estate. Adela, as was often the case, had decided to remain behind in Caemlyn. Six days into his absence, a messenger appeared in the yard with an urgent summons. Her father had been injured in a hunting accident and he requested her presence. The letter said the injury was not grave, that he would be fine, but Adela packed in a whirlwind and was off within the hour.
The letter was wrong. By the time she reached her father’s side, his face was slick with fever, his eyes unable to focus. Adela was distraught, blaming herself for not being there, though what she could have done if she had been there was uncertain. Renalt Traemane floundered in fever for two days, during which he would cry out for his daughter, or sometimes whimper for his long-dead mother. He seemed to be fighting between the two, the living and the dead, between life and death. On the third day, his eyes suddenly lost their fever-brightness, and that was it. He looked so peaceful that Adela could almost convince herself that he was sleeping.
For the first time in her life, Adela’s emotions took control. She fled his room in a panic, unable to catch her breath as she ran through the halls to her own room. She slammed the door behind herself, paced half the length of the room and back again, bent double at the waist trying to steady her breathing and saw spots swim before her eyes. She straightened, lashing out a hand to knock a pile of books off a nearby stand as a sob ripped out of her. She screamed, and then she raged and threw things, until her energy was spent and she sank to the floor, shaking and weeping.
Adela’s younger sister, Seraphine, found her like that. The two had never been close, but now her sister gently lifted her from the floor, helped her scrub her face and change her clothes, and tucked her into bed. Before she turned to leave, Sera kissed Adela gently on the forehead. The tender but unfamiliar touch of her sister set off her tears again and Adela watched her sister leave as they spilled over and slid down her cheeks.
The funeral was a grand affair, as is to be expected for a noble from such a prominent house. Adela was rigid and stoic for the entirety, only letting herself cry as she lay in bed at night. Her father had been the only person she was truly close to and now she was truly alone. She wanted to stay in bed for the foreseeable future, but duty called and her mother was unbearable besides, so Adela returned to Caemlyn less than a fortnight after her father’s funeral to take up the mantle of High Seat of House Traemane.
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