Post by Neserin Odessa on Nov 26, 2019 1:22:49 GMT
Name:Neserin Odessa
Age: 98
Nationality:Kandor
Place of Birth: Manala
Place of Residence: Tar Valon
Affiliation: Tar Valon, Red Ajah
Rank/Title: Sitter of the Red Ajah
One Power Strength: 7
Air: 10 | Earth: 6 | Fire: 9 | Spirit: 8 | Water: 5
Date they were raised to Novice/Soldier: 30
Date they were raised to Accepted/Dedicated: 37
Date they were raised to Aes Sedai/Asha'man: 44
Date they were raised to any other rank: 112
Talents: None
Weave Affinities:None
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 6 | Hand-Held: 7 | Stave: 5 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: 2 | Mounted: 4
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Height: 5’6”
Weight:135
Build/Complexion: Muscular, pale
Eye/Hair Color: Blue/Light Blonde
Distinguishing Features:
Neserin carries herself like a fighter. Despite physically not being tall she projects confidence and restrained aggression. Only a fool would think her harmless. She makes no effort to appear anything less the she is. Female. Deadly. Slightly annoyed at you for even looking at her. The sister has a muscular build from plenty of time spent training. She wears a sword more often then not and prefers militaristic clothing if not outright leather armor. When she does wear a dress it is never too restrictive. There is also a good chance there are pants under it. Hey! You never know when you might need to move! While red does find its way into her wardrobe often the sister enjoys browns and blacks. Leather and fur are also common in her wardrobe. Aside from her Aes Sedai ring Ness wears no jewelry.
Her long light brown hair is one of her most striking features. It is almost always pulled back from her face in some complicated braid or weave. Often in a crown at top her head or braided tightly along the sides. The rest of the wavy mass is usually left free to hang down past her shoulders. Ness's hair is one of her few physical vanities. It's also a tribute to her sister who wore similar styles before her passing.
Neserin is a warrior. Even as a child she was the one to fling open the closet door or pull the blankets back to peer under the bed. She isn't afraid to enter a fight-even ones she knows she can't win-because the willingness to fight has always been more important than the outcome. And she likes fighting! Arguing! Testing her strength of will and sword and saidair against others. Fighting makes the sister feel alive. For all her temper and aggression she really does appreciate people who are ‘worthy opponents’ those with similarly thick hides and hearts who can give her a run for her money.
At the best of times Neserin can be overbearing, demanding, and difficult. The sister is quick to share her opinion. An opinion that is obviously superior to yours. It’s not easy to change her mind when she’s made it up. Stubborn and self righteous. She’s passionate beyond measure, there are plenty of stories reds can share about the rows the sitter has had with her fellow Aes Sedai. Even during those times she’s been forced to bow to stronger wills it’s very plain Ness won’t break for anyone.
Despite her aggressive nature she’s protective of women and children. She doesn't take kindly to their mistreatment. Her fellow reds in particular are watched closely. It’s not exactly a gentle manner but new red sisters know if they have any difficulty Neserin will beat the shit out of it-and then show them how to tear those obstacles down themselves. Being able to defend yourself with saidar and sword are important to Ness. She wants every red sister able to protect herself. The sorts who depend heavily on warders or guards or cant fight at all annoy her endlessly. Helpless fecking sheep. She wants her red sisters to be strong. To be safe. Sometimes that means guarding them against the dragons of the world. Sometimes that means testing their metal so they can get stronger.
Needless to say Neserin has made many enemies. Her passion and ferocity has also earned her many supporters. She gives voice to many ill feelings among the reds, speaking loud and apologetically about what the have suffered. What they deserve. She can be terribly charismatic in her defiance. Enthralling even. You couldn't ask for a more fierce champion if shes on your side. Those that know Ness best know that under all that rage and fire is an ocean of grief. She isn't fearless. She isn't infallible. Losing so many people she cared for so quickly was crippling. A desire to never experience that grief again-and avenge those who died drive her still. The warrior red is actually capable of great gentleness. Neserin enjoys playing with her friends hair and will often fuss and braid it during idle times alone. She loves animals. Adores children.
While once more tolerant Neserin became very conservative after losing her sister and aunt from the madness of Rahlin. Both were reds that were bonded to men of the black tower and they a paid dearly for it. Even now Neserin is slow to trust men. And male channelers? Asha’man are little more than wolves who bid their time until they can strike. In her eyes the lot of them are a threat to the White Tower and the whole world. She’ll do anything in her power to destroy that threat. And get justice for her fallen sisters...
Like many Kandori men Neserins father was a merchant. He did well and eventually joined a company that took him and wagon loads of goods all across the lands. During one of these trips to Arafel he found himself a wife and started a family. The couple had three children. A son who didn't survive infancy and two daughters back to back. Teshania and Neserin were only two years apart but the girls might as well have been twins. They were incredibly close, partly because their families traveling nature meant they were often each others only companion. Their father was often busy with his dealings but their mother worked hard to ensure her children were exposed to the various cultures and ways of the lands they traveled to. Looking back it was an almost idyllic childhood full of adventures, new friends, and strange sights.
Like all childhoods Neserins came to an end. Teshania grew sick, terribly sick. A year prior Neserin had also caught a sudden terrible illness but where Ness recovered her sister only grew worse and worse... however the light favored the small family. A red sister was staying at an inn nearby and when she stopped by the families caravan for supplies she realized what was happening. With her help Tesh recovered, although she informed both girls they would need to come with her. They had a gift and a duty. The white tower called them. Tesh was hesitant but Ness saw this as another adventure-an even grander adventure! After a night of discussion with their parents-and the red sister who they would come to eventually call 'Aunt Rue'-the little party set out for the white tower. During the trip the girls bonded closely with the young red sister who had saved them. She was from Far Madding and a warm but forceful woman. Even after both girls were accepted into the tower the red would check in on them from time to time, her visits leaving their impression with both children.
Life in the white tower proved harder then Ness had anticipated. Always loud and bold and going her own way....she struggled to learn submissiveness and humility. Teshania did better although both girls struggled to adjust. Their parents had been easy going. Rules were negotiable. Peers were few and far between. It wasn't talent that held Neserin back but her own attitude. She was raised to Accepted a full two years after Teshania. In the end it was as much missing her sister as giving in that the girl finally learned to hold her tongue. Life as an Accepted was better but still the girls temper and pride often inhibited her progress. From the start Teshania had wanted to be a red sister-like Aunt Rue! Ness by contrast was interested in becoming a green-she loved to see the sisters practice their battle weaves! She wanted to be a warrior like the stories. Eventually their diverging paths led to the first real fracture between the sisters. One tearfully night Teshania reminded her sister the promise they had made before coming to the white tower-together all the way. Every step! She didn't WANT her sister in a different ajah. It would separate them. It would put walls between them. It was sacrilege to ask but tearfully Tesh acknowledged that she wished her sister would change her mind.
They wouldn't speak of the night again for years. Not until the day Neserin was raised to the shawl-and choose the red ajah as her sister had a year before. It came as a shock to many. Neserin had seemed like a natural green with her love of battle and her thirst for glory. She'd never outwardly spoken of what path she would take...but it had seemed so obvious. Only Teshania realized exactly why her sister chose as she had. For her part Ness refused to discuss the matter beyond a few brief words. She'd made a promise to her sister and that was that. She also fully intended to become a warrior regardless of what color she was clad in. Red was a noble ajah. It also had Aunt Rue and Tesh. Neserin never regretted her decision.
Unsurprisingly her fierce nature got her in no small trouble even as an Aes Sedai. Aunt Rue again came to the rescue again, this time suggesting Neserin be sent to the borderlands. She was eager to learn to fight, unafraid, and her temperament would serve her better along the border than where the game of houses was played. It proved a wise move. Ness loved the north. She did well, honing her talents with a sword while also finding young women with the spark. She even took a lover a time or two-though nothing terribly serious. Nothing long lasting. Back at the tower Aunt Rue bonded a man from the black tower and a few years later Teshania would as well. Neserin would see them when they passed through the borderlands or on brief visits back to the white tower. She wasn't home much though, preferring constant movement and travel just like in her childhood.
They were golden years. Yes, there were hardships, but they were young and powerful and foolishly Neserin never imagined it would ever end. She was in many ways still a child, still clinging to selfish glory and adventure. Even when the red heard of unrest in the south she didn't worry herself. So the M'heal was grumbling about Aes Sedai? So what. Their people were bound by blood and duty. Nothing would come of it... and then something terrible happened. The unthinkable. News of the mad M'heals assault on the White Tower was only one piece of terrible news. Sisters were dead. Sisters were missing. It would be weeks before Neserin learned that her sister had been slaughtered at the black tower. One of many sisters unfortunate enough to be caught in the Rahlins wrath. Rue would die a few days later when her bonded hesitated to kill an Asha'man during the assault on the white tower-damning them both.
Neserin had returned to a white tower under siege. Her life was turned upside down. Worst of all she had no time to mourn. They were at war. She lost plenty of sisters that year. Some were bonded to men of the black tower and simply...vanished. Others died in battle. It was a nightmare. And the cause? The blame? The Black Tower. M'heal Rahlin and all he represented. Neserin fought to push back the Asha'man. Gone was her personal dream of glory-she fought for the survival of everything she held dear. She fought with vengeance for the women who had died. The red sister was among the forces who helped turn the battle back to the black towers door. She was amoung the sisters who didnt just want to end the war but destroy the black tower. Some saw the eventual uprising within the black tower as a sign not all men held to Rahlins beliefs. Neserin saw it for what it was-sheep who turned on their leader when it became apparent they were losing. She didn't believe a single lie they told. Too little. Too late. If those gutless cowards actually disagreed with the former M'heal maybe they should have stopped him BEFORE he tore the world apart. Before he tore HER world apart. Grief had crystallized to hate in Neserin's heart.
The damage was done. There was talk of change. Peace. Neserin didn't want peace. She wanted the Asha'man to all pay for what they had done. The red ajah had been ripped apart...and the fact that the black tower still stood was an unforgivable crime in her eyes. Like many sisters the 'old ways' began to make sense. Asha'man were not allies, they were not friends...they were wolves. How many times would they be allowed to sink their fangs into Aes Sedai flesh before the powers that be realized they needed to be put down? The next few years would see Neserin spending more and more time at the tower. She was protective of the sisters who had survived as much of the new blood coming in. She also became more and vocal in her displeasure with the white towers stance on male channelers and the black tower. She would not let them forget the litany of red sisters who had died. She would not allow it to happen again. Ever.
Neserin wasn't afraid to fight with her superiors. She wasn't afraid to say the ugly things her sisters felt. This was a new battle field. Over time the red sister grew in influence and infamy. The sudden overtures of peace between the towers was the last straw. Under pressure an older red sitter stepped down and Neserin was elected in her place. A voice of the red sisters who felt ignored and wronged and forgotten. A force of vengeance against the black tower and all who threatened the white tower.
Books read:All
Age: 98
Nationality:Kandor
Place of Birth: Manala
Place of Residence: Tar Valon
Affiliation: Tar Valon, Red Ajah
Rank/Title: Sitter of the Red Ajah
One Power Strength: 7
Air: 10 | Earth: 6 | Fire: 9 | Spirit: 8 | Water: 5
Date they were raised to Novice/Soldier: 30
Date they were raised to Accepted/Dedicated: 37
Date they were raised to Aes Sedai/Asha'man: 44
Date they were raised to any other rank: 112
Talents: None
Weave Affinities:None
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 6 | Hand-Held: 7 | Stave: 5 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: 2 | Mounted: 4
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’6”
Weight:135
Build/Complexion: Muscular, pale
Eye/Hair Color: Blue/Light Blonde
Distinguishing Features:
- Elaborate hairstyles, usually a mess of braids
- Supreme resting bitch face
- Almost always openly carries a sword
Neserin carries herself like a fighter. Despite physically not being tall she projects confidence and restrained aggression. Only a fool would think her harmless. She makes no effort to appear anything less the she is. Female. Deadly. Slightly annoyed at you for even looking at her. The sister has a muscular build from plenty of time spent training. She wears a sword more often then not and prefers militaristic clothing if not outright leather armor. When she does wear a dress it is never too restrictive. There is also a good chance there are pants under it. Hey! You never know when you might need to move! While red does find its way into her wardrobe often the sister enjoys browns and blacks. Leather and fur are also common in her wardrobe. Aside from her Aes Sedai ring Ness wears no jewelry.
Her long light brown hair is one of her most striking features. It is almost always pulled back from her face in some complicated braid or weave. Often in a crown at top her head or braided tightly along the sides. The rest of the wavy mass is usually left free to hang down past her shoulders. Ness's hair is one of her few physical vanities. It's also a tribute to her sister who wore similar styles before her passing.
PERSONALITY
Neserin is a warrior. Even as a child she was the one to fling open the closet door or pull the blankets back to peer under the bed. She isn't afraid to enter a fight-even ones she knows she can't win-because the willingness to fight has always been more important than the outcome. And she likes fighting! Arguing! Testing her strength of will and sword and saidair against others. Fighting makes the sister feel alive. For all her temper and aggression she really does appreciate people who are ‘worthy opponents’ those with similarly thick hides and hearts who can give her a run for her money.
At the best of times Neserin can be overbearing, demanding, and difficult. The sister is quick to share her opinion. An opinion that is obviously superior to yours. It’s not easy to change her mind when she’s made it up. Stubborn and self righteous. She’s passionate beyond measure, there are plenty of stories reds can share about the rows the sitter has had with her fellow Aes Sedai. Even during those times she’s been forced to bow to stronger wills it’s very plain Ness won’t break for anyone.
Despite her aggressive nature she’s protective of women and children. She doesn't take kindly to their mistreatment. Her fellow reds in particular are watched closely. It’s not exactly a gentle manner but new red sisters know if they have any difficulty Neserin will beat the shit out of it-and then show them how to tear those obstacles down themselves. Being able to defend yourself with saidar and sword are important to Ness. She wants every red sister able to protect herself. The sorts who depend heavily on warders or guards or cant fight at all annoy her endlessly. Helpless fecking sheep. She wants her red sisters to be strong. To be safe. Sometimes that means guarding them against the dragons of the world. Sometimes that means testing their metal so they can get stronger.
Needless to say Neserin has made many enemies. Her passion and ferocity has also earned her many supporters. She gives voice to many ill feelings among the reds, speaking loud and apologetically about what the have suffered. What they deserve. She can be terribly charismatic in her defiance. Enthralling even. You couldn't ask for a more fierce champion if shes on your side. Those that know Ness best know that under all that rage and fire is an ocean of grief. She isn't fearless. She isn't infallible. Losing so many people she cared for so quickly was crippling. A desire to never experience that grief again-and avenge those who died drive her still. The warrior red is actually capable of great gentleness. Neserin enjoys playing with her friends hair and will often fuss and braid it during idle times alone. She loves animals. Adores children.
While once more tolerant Neserin became very conservative after losing her sister and aunt from the madness of Rahlin. Both were reds that were bonded to men of the black tower and they a paid dearly for it. Even now Neserin is slow to trust men. And male channelers? Asha’man are little more than wolves who bid their time until they can strike. In her eyes the lot of them are a threat to the White Tower and the whole world. She’ll do anything in her power to destroy that threat. And get justice for her fallen sisters...
HISTORY
Like many Kandori men Neserins father was a merchant. He did well and eventually joined a company that took him and wagon loads of goods all across the lands. During one of these trips to Arafel he found himself a wife and started a family. The couple had three children. A son who didn't survive infancy and two daughters back to back. Teshania and Neserin were only two years apart but the girls might as well have been twins. They were incredibly close, partly because their families traveling nature meant they were often each others only companion. Their father was often busy with his dealings but their mother worked hard to ensure her children were exposed to the various cultures and ways of the lands they traveled to. Looking back it was an almost idyllic childhood full of adventures, new friends, and strange sights.
Like all childhoods Neserins came to an end. Teshania grew sick, terribly sick. A year prior Neserin had also caught a sudden terrible illness but where Ness recovered her sister only grew worse and worse... however the light favored the small family. A red sister was staying at an inn nearby and when she stopped by the families caravan for supplies she realized what was happening. With her help Tesh recovered, although she informed both girls they would need to come with her. They had a gift and a duty. The white tower called them. Tesh was hesitant but Ness saw this as another adventure-an even grander adventure! After a night of discussion with their parents-and the red sister who they would come to eventually call 'Aunt Rue'-the little party set out for the white tower. During the trip the girls bonded closely with the young red sister who had saved them. She was from Far Madding and a warm but forceful woman. Even after both girls were accepted into the tower the red would check in on them from time to time, her visits leaving their impression with both children.
Life in the white tower proved harder then Ness had anticipated. Always loud and bold and going her own way....she struggled to learn submissiveness and humility. Teshania did better although both girls struggled to adjust. Their parents had been easy going. Rules were negotiable. Peers were few and far between. It wasn't talent that held Neserin back but her own attitude. She was raised to Accepted a full two years after Teshania. In the end it was as much missing her sister as giving in that the girl finally learned to hold her tongue. Life as an Accepted was better but still the girls temper and pride often inhibited her progress. From the start Teshania had wanted to be a red sister-like Aunt Rue! Ness by contrast was interested in becoming a green-she loved to see the sisters practice their battle weaves! She wanted to be a warrior like the stories. Eventually their diverging paths led to the first real fracture between the sisters. One tearfully night Teshania reminded her sister the promise they had made before coming to the white tower-together all the way. Every step! She didn't WANT her sister in a different ajah. It would separate them. It would put walls between them. It was sacrilege to ask but tearfully Tesh acknowledged that she wished her sister would change her mind.
They wouldn't speak of the night again for years. Not until the day Neserin was raised to the shawl-and choose the red ajah as her sister had a year before. It came as a shock to many. Neserin had seemed like a natural green with her love of battle and her thirst for glory. She'd never outwardly spoken of what path she would take...but it had seemed so obvious. Only Teshania realized exactly why her sister chose as she had. For her part Ness refused to discuss the matter beyond a few brief words. She'd made a promise to her sister and that was that. She also fully intended to become a warrior regardless of what color she was clad in. Red was a noble ajah. It also had Aunt Rue and Tesh. Neserin never regretted her decision.
Unsurprisingly her fierce nature got her in no small trouble even as an Aes Sedai. Aunt Rue again came to the rescue again, this time suggesting Neserin be sent to the borderlands. She was eager to learn to fight, unafraid, and her temperament would serve her better along the border than where the game of houses was played. It proved a wise move. Ness loved the north. She did well, honing her talents with a sword while also finding young women with the spark. She even took a lover a time or two-though nothing terribly serious. Nothing long lasting. Back at the tower Aunt Rue bonded a man from the black tower and a few years later Teshania would as well. Neserin would see them when they passed through the borderlands or on brief visits back to the white tower. She wasn't home much though, preferring constant movement and travel just like in her childhood.
They were golden years. Yes, there were hardships, but they were young and powerful and foolishly Neserin never imagined it would ever end. She was in many ways still a child, still clinging to selfish glory and adventure. Even when the red heard of unrest in the south she didn't worry herself. So the M'heal was grumbling about Aes Sedai? So what. Their people were bound by blood and duty. Nothing would come of it... and then something terrible happened. The unthinkable. News of the mad M'heals assault on the White Tower was only one piece of terrible news. Sisters were dead. Sisters were missing. It would be weeks before Neserin learned that her sister had been slaughtered at the black tower. One of many sisters unfortunate enough to be caught in the Rahlins wrath. Rue would die a few days later when her bonded hesitated to kill an Asha'man during the assault on the white tower-damning them both.
Neserin had returned to a white tower under siege. Her life was turned upside down. Worst of all she had no time to mourn. They were at war. She lost plenty of sisters that year. Some were bonded to men of the black tower and simply...vanished. Others died in battle. It was a nightmare. And the cause? The blame? The Black Tower. M'heal Rahlin and all he represented. Neserin fought to push back the Asha'man. Gone was her personal dream of glory-she fought for the survival of everything she held dear. She fought with vengeance for the women who had died. The red sister was among the forces who helped turn the battle back to the black towers door. She was amoung the sisters who didnt just want to end the war but destroy the black tower. Some saw the eventual uprising within the black tower as a sign not all men held to Rahlins beliefs. Neserin saw it for what it was-sheep who turned on their leader when it became apparent they were losing. She didn't believe a single lie they told. Too little. Too late. If those gutless cowards actually disagreed with the former M'heal maybe they should have stopped him BEFORE he tore the world apart. Before he tore HER world apart. Grief had crystallized to hate in Neserin's heart.
The damage was done. There was talk of change. Peace. Neserin didn't want peace. She wanted the Asha'man to all pay for what they had done. The red ajah had been ripped apart...and the fact that the black tower still stood was an unforgivable crime in her eyes. Like many sisters the 'old ways' began to make sense. Asha'man were not allies, they were not friends...they were wolves. How many times would they be allowed to sink their fangs into Aes Sedai flesh before the powers that be realized they needed to be put down? The next few years would see Neserin spending more and more time at the tower. She was protective of the sisters who had survived as much of the new blood coming in. She also became more and vocal in her displeasure with the white towers stance on male channelers and the black tower. She would not let them forget the litany of red sisters who had died. She would not allow it to happen again. Ever.
Neserin wasn't afraid to fight with her superiors. She wasn't afraid to say the ugly things her sisters felt. This was a new battle field. Over time the red sister grew in influence and infamy. The sudden overtures of peace between the towers was the last straw. Under pressure an older red sitter stepped down and Neserin was elected in her place. A voice of the red sisters who felt ignored and wronged and forgotten. A force of vengeance against the black tower and all who threatened the white tower.
Books read:All
