Post by Iseult Revane on Feb 18, 2022 23:05:58 GMT
Name: Iseult Revane
Age: 45
Nationality: Tuatha’an
Place of Birth: The Spine of the World
Place of Residence: The White Tower
Affiliation: The White Tower, the Gray Ajah
Rank/Title: Aes Sedai of the Gray Ajah
One Power Strength: 4 (6)
Air: 4 (7) | Earth: 5 (7) | Fire: 3 (5) | Spirit: 5 | Water: 4 (5)
Date they were raised to Novice/Soldier: 110 FA
Date they were raised to Accepted/Dedicated: 112 FA
Date they were raised to Aes Sedai/Asha'man: 114 FA
Date they were raised to any other rank: N/A
Talents: None
Weave Affinities: None
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 0 | Hand-Held: 0 | Stave: 0 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: | Mounted: 0
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 152 lbs
Build/Complexion: Iseult is a short woman with narrow shoulders and full hips, toned muscles showing through her olive near perfectly smooth skin
Eye/Hair Color: Iseult’s eyes are such a light brown that most of the time they appear to be a deep crimson flecked with yellows throughout and her now almost gaunt face is framed by a sheet of wavy brunette hair that remarkably never seems to tangle, reaching to the small of her back.
Distinguishing Features:
The world once seemed like such a big and romantic place, full of adventures that Iseult might have before being swept off her feet by a lover who would be good to her and understand her ways but time has faded the romantic veneer, leaving Iseult with a stark view of the world and some of the worst bits of humanity. Over the years she has made mistake after mistake thrusting herself further and further from the gentle life she had with the Tuatha’an and she no longer even feels like one of the Travelling Folk, her only connection to her past being her adherence to the Way of the Leaf despite how much she fears the world.
Beneath the cool serenity of the Aes Sedai Iseult is scared that she will always come up short, that she will always make mistakes and ruin her own life. She left her children to protect them from her own folly and hoped that the White Tower might show her a way to be better yet all they did was show her how to channel, tell her her duties and then demand that she be strong so she still believes that she will fail at every turn. The romance and lustre have faded though she still craves it, hoping that someone will show her a new way of life where she might feel valued and fulfilled, loved again… a world where she can find her children and live a good life with all of those she loves.
The Tuatha’an wander freely throughout the Westlands and the Aiel Waste searching for The Song, living a peaceful life by the Way of the Leaf and yet the world views them with suspicion, calling them Tinkerers and thieves. As one Tuatha’an caravan in particular led by Urson Revane and his wife Ellora Revane crossed the Spine of the World Iseult was born, her mother died bringing her into the world and so the Revanes took the baby in as their own raising her as their own daughter. Even as a young girl she showed signs of being charismatic, intelligent and curious, often leading the children of the caravan in their chores even when they did not want to. Her father was like a gentle giant, often called the bear by the Tautha’an in gest for his girth and his intensity, so it should come as little to no surprise that Urson was incredibly proud of Iseult. His booming laughter filled the evenings as his adopted daughter demanded that he tell her another story or else, with a petulant stomp and a pout, encouraging her behaviour with pride for in Iseult he saw an heir to his duty leading their people in their search, spiritually or otherwise.
As a teenager Iseult continued to show the hallmarks of authority yet she became more creative and warm, with every passing day Iseult was becoming the daughter that Urson dreamed she could be. She learned to sing, learned almost every dance and she took to playing a wide variety of instruments including the dulcimer, harp and the lute. Despite her many talents and the love of her family Iseult chafed within her boundaries, she wanted to have great romantic adventures and live a worldly life yet she kept her wishes silent for years until they stopped outside Caemlyn on her seventeenth birthday and during their evening meal her father presented her with suitors. Three good men, one from another caravan group, yet none of them interested her but she was expected to marry a Tuatha’an and continue to search for the song. Iseult wrestled with her desires until they left the outskirts of Caemlyn once more and she made the choice that would change her life for good, she ran away from the caravan and doubled back upon herself until she settled into the city of Caemlyn where she found herself without work or a place to live yet thoroughly excited by the prospect of a life beyond the boundaries of the Way of the Leaf. She never abandoned it though, strictly sticking to a vegetarian diet and avoiding violence at all costs yet her life was not at all what she expected nor what she had hoped for. There was no real romance nore adventure but instead she found herself skipping from temporary job to temporary job until one of the local blacksmiths took her in when she offered to work for bed and board. He had a son (also) named Alfred yet Alfred had no talent for shaping steel nor did he wish to, he wanted to become a healer, and so when Iseult offered labour near free of charge Alfred the elder decided there could be no harm in it and that she might do well in the work given time.
Alfred the elder was right, Iseult took to shaping steel well and every night she spent in their household brought Alfred junior and Iseult closer, the young man was kind, thoughtful and intelligent with a romantic streak which appealed to the naive and unworldly Iseult greatly. She believed that they were in love but Alfred the younger simply saw an opportunity to tumble with a pretty girl who had no father who might seek retribution. On the eve of Iseult’s eighteenth birthday he seduced her after she returned from the forge and by the morrow he was done with her, Iseult’s protests falling on deaf ears as Alfred the younger accused her of theft and drove her from her new home cruelly. Iseult knew she had made a mistake running from her family and yet there was nothing she could do about it, they had surely moved on and she had no way of knowing where they might travel to and when. She managed to secure work in a local tavern mucking out the stables and cleaning the yard each night, a life which did not satisfy her but it gave her a place to sleep and food upon her plate… until she began to show signs of being with child. The inn’s mistress moved her to the kitchens where she might be less strained by hard labour and still pull her weight while encouraging Iseult to approach the father, to try and convince him to legitimise the child and take Iseult in once more with more security than that of a inn’s wench.
When Iseult went to speak to the father of her child (well, children) he was nowhere to be found nor could she find his father. She found nothing of them bar a shuttered forge and home, Iseult had nothing but her meagre wages and the babes growing in her belly. Determined to make the best of it she began to help clean tables in the main hall of the inn hoping that she might here of her family or another group of Tuatha’an for if she could find one she thought surely she could find her mother and her father once more, to rejoin them and rebuild the bonds between them repairing the mistake she once made. It took months, well beyond the term of her pregnancy, for her to hear even a rumour about a Tuatha’an caravan in the region from the patrons. The first rumours began to circulate just two months after Iseult gave birth to Nissa and Sybil Revane and despite the advice of everyone around her Iseult went in search of the Tuatha’an with her daughters. When she found the caravan three miles from the outermost layer of Caemlyn she discovered that they were not the Tuatha’an she grew up with but one of her uncles and his caravan, he took her in and promised to help her find her family without ever knowing that it was a promise he could never keep.
For three years she travelled with her uncle and his people hoping to find her own caravan to no avail, every single time they stopped near a town she would approach the people only to be met with suspicion and no answers. After three years of hoping she gave up and consigned herself to a life among her uncles people and so it was time to make them her people too, after all they all followed the Way of the Leaf. She entertained suitors for the first time in years, two men both younger than her who had taken an interest in Iseult despite her already having two daughters. She chose to marry the younger of the two men for he was a gentler soul with an easy smile and he always seemed to be laughing or trying to make others laugh, Alith. Alith was a good and gentle husband who loved Iseult fiercely and even took to her daughters as if they were his own, choosing to raise them with her as if they were his own flesh and blood. For years they were happy and soon, before she could really process it, Iseult had given birth twice more. Each time she had a son and soon her daughters were marrying men of their own and moving into their own caravans, then her sons began courting women and her world began to change.
On the eve of her youngest son’s wedding Iseult returned to the caravan to find Alith coughing up blood in their bed, barely able to move. He managed to hold on to life until after the celebrations so that his son might find joy in his new life but after a week of hiding his illness from his children Alith died in his sleep, leaving Iseult heart broken and unable to face the life of the Tuatha’an any longer. She could not live surrounded by his memories and with the blessings of all four children she departed, this time with a plan. She would go to the White Tower where she might learn to channel and help her people using the Tower’s influence, maybe even find her family. Her journey to the White Tower from Illian was long and arduous leading to many confronting her as a Tinker and a thief, one such altercation ended with a broken nose and a saviour who joined her on the road to Tar Valon; Amara. Amara was the daughter of a soldier and she too sought to change her lot in life by joining the ranks of the Aes Sedai.
When they arrived they were both tested and soon Iseult found herself wearing the Novice’s whites. She found the life of a Novice to be quite like her life as a Tavern wench or a smith’s assistant, she persevered through the worst of it becoming a guiding light for her Novice family until the day the Mistress of Novices asked her if she was ready for the test to become an Accepted… within the rings she saw horrors she could barely comprehend as in each reality her life and those she loved were taken from her by her own determination to be an Aes Sedai until she emerged long after she was expected to, shaken yet determined to continue. She found the life of an Accepted to be even more familiar as she delivered lessons to young Novices as she had her own daughters, though the subjects were very different, but as an Accepted her peers began to challenge her views even more questioning why she continued to follow the Way of the Leaf let alone why she continued to cling to her life from before, with her daughters and her grief.
All the same Iseult came into her own as a quiet and mild mannered Accepted until she was once again asked to face a trial, this time the trial of the weaves to become a full Aes Sedai and she accepted anxious to succeed sooner rather than later. The trial of the weaves tested her and yet unlike the trial of the Accepted she emerged swiftly finding success. The next morning, the first day of 114 FA, Iseult swore her oaths upon the Oath rod which marked her ascension to the rank of Aes Sedai and she chose the Gray Ajah, she felt that the Grays offered her the most noble and just purpose where she might find a way to serve the world without making things worse.
TIMELINE
69 FA - Iseult is born and six months later found by the Tuatha’an as they crossed the Spine of the World.
86 FA - Iseult runs away from the Tuatha’an
87 FA - Iseult begins working in the forge with Alfred the Elder
88 FA - Alfred the younger seduces Iseult and has her turned out a thief, she begins working in one of the local inns and later gives birth to twin daughters
89 FA - Iseult joins her uncle’s caravan, once again living amongst the Tuatha’an
92 FA - Iseult marries Alith, they have a son by the end of the year
110 FA - Iseult’s last child is married and her husband dies, she leaves the caravan once more heading for Tar Valon where she dons the Novice’s Whites
112 FA - Iseult is raised to Accepted on the first day of the year
114 FA - Showing great promise and control of her gifts Iseult is raised to the rank of Aes Sedai, joining the Gray Ajah.
Books read: New Spring - Winter’s Heart
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Age: 45
Nationality: Tuatha’an
Place of Birth: The Spine of the World
Place of Residence: The White Tower
Affiliation: The White Tower, the Gray Ajah
Rank/Title: Aes Sedai of the Gray Ajah
One Power Strength: 4 (6)
Air: 4 (7) | Earth: 5 (7) | Fire: 3 (5) | Spirit: 5 | Water: 4 (5)
Date they were raised to Novice/Soldier: 110 FA
Date they were raised to Accepted/Dedicated: 112 FA
Date they were raised to Aes Sedai/Asha'man: 114 FA
Date they were raised to any other rank: N/A
Talents: None
Weave Affinities: None
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 0 | Hand-Held: 0 | Stave: 0 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: | Mounted: 0
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 152 lbs
Build/Complexion: Iseult is a short woman with narrow shoulders and full hips, toned muscles showing through her olive near perfectly smooth skin
Eye/Hair Color: Iseult’s eyes are such a light brown that most of the time they appear to be a deep crimson flecked with yellows throughout and her now almost gaunt face is framed by a sheet of wavy brunette hair that remarkably never seems to tangle, reaching to the small of her back.
Distinguishing Features:
- A long jagged scar over the left side of her collar bone
- Iseult wears golden loops through both ears
- Her nose is ever so slightly but noticeably crooked from breaking
The world once seemed like such a big and romantic place, full of adventures that Iseult might have before being swept off her feet by a lover who would be good to her and understand her ways but time has faded the romantic veneer, leaving Iseult with a stark view of the world and some of the worst bits of humanity. Over the years she has made mistake after mistake thrusting herself further and further from the gentle life she had with the Tuatha’an and she no longer even feels like one of the Travelling Folk, her only connection to her past being her adherence to the Way of the Leaf despite how much she fears the world.
Beneath the cool serenity of the Aes Sedai Iseult is scared that she will always come up short, that she will always make mistakes and ruin her own life. She left her children to protect them from her own folly and hoped that the White Tower might show her a way to be better yet all they did was show her how to channel, tell her her duties and then demand that she be strong so she still believes that she will fail at every turn. The romance and lustre have faded though she still craves it, hoping that someone will show her a new way of life where she might feel valued and fulfilled, loved again… a world where she can find her children and live a good life with all of those she loves.
HISTORY
The Tuatha’an wander freely throughout the Westlands and the Aiel Waste searching for The Song, living a peaceful life by the Way of the Leaf and yet the world views them with suspicion, calling them Tinkerers and thieves. As one Tuatha’an caravan in particular led by Urson Revane and his wife Ellora Revane crossed the Spine of the World Iseult was born, her mother died bringing her into the world and so the Revanes took the baby in as their own raising her as their own daughter. Even as a young girl she showed signs of being charismatic, intelligent and curious, often leading the children of the caravan in their chores even when they did not want to. Her father was like a gentle giant, often called the bear by the Tautha’an in gest for his girth and his intensity, so it should come as little to no surprise that Urson was incredibly proud of Iseult. His booming laughter filled the evenings as his adopted daughter demanded that he tell her another story or else, with a petulant stomp and a pout, encouraging her behaviour with pride for in Iseult he saw an heir to his duty leading their people in their search, spiritually or otherwise.
As a teenager Iseult continued to show the hallmarks of authority yet she became more creative and warm, with every passing day Iseult was becoming the daughter that Urson dreamed she could be. She learned to sing, learned almost every dance and she took to playing a wide variety of instruments including the dulcimer, harp and the lute. Despite her many talents and the love of her family Iseult chafed within her boundaries, she wanted to have great romantic adventures and live a worldly life yet she kept her wishes silent for years until they stopped outside Caemlyn on her seventeenth birthday and during their evening meal her father presented her with suitors. Three good men, one from another caravan group, yet none of them interested her but she was expected to marry a Tuatha’an and continue to search for the song. Iseult wrestled with her desires until they left the outskirts of Caemlyn once more and she made the choice that would change her life for good, she ran away from the caravan and doubled back upon herself until she settled into the city of Caemlyn where she found herself without work or a place to live yet thoroughly excited by the prospect of a life beyond the boundaries of the Way of the Leaf. She never abandoned it though, strictly sticking to a vegetarian diet and avoiding violence at all costs yet her life was not at all what she expected nor what she had hoped for. There was no real romance nore adventure but instead she found herself skipping from temporary job to temporary job until one of the local blacksmiths took her in when she offered to work for bed and board. He had a son (also) named Alfred yet Alfred had no talent for shaping steel nor did he wish to, he wanted to become a healer, and so when Iseult offered labour near free of charge Alfred the elder decided there could be no harm in it and that she might do well in the work given time.
Alfred the elder was right, Iseult took to shaping steel well and every night she spent in their household brought Alfred junior and Iseult closer, the young man was kind, thoughtful and intelligent with a romantic streak which appealed to the naive and unworldly Iseult greatly. She believed that they were in love but Alfred the younger simply saw an opportunity to tumble with a pretty girl who had no father who might seek retribution. On the eve of Iseult’s eighteenth birthday he seduced her after she returned from the forge and by the morrow he was done with her, Iseult’s protests falling on deaf ears as Alfred the younger accused her of theft and drove her from her new home cruelly. Iseult knew she had made a mistake running from her family and yet there was nothing she could do about it, they had surely moved on and she had no way of knowing where they might travel to and when. She managed to secure work in a local tavern mucking out the stables and cleaning the yard each night, a life which did not satisfy her but it gave her a place to sleep and food upon her plate… until she began to show signs of being with child. The inn’s mistress moved her to the kitchens where she might be less strained by hard labour and still pull her weight while encouraging Iseult to approach the father, to try and convince him to legitimise the child and take Iseult in once more with more security than that of a inn’s wench.
When Iseult went to speak to the father of her child (well, children) he was nowhere to be found nor could she find his father. She found nothing of them bar a shuttered forge and home, Iseult had nothing but her meagre wages and the babes growing in her belly. Determined to make the best of it she began to help clean tables in the main hall of the inn hoping that she might here of her family or another group of Tuatha’an for if she could find one she thought surely she could find her mother and her father once more, to rejoin them and rebuild the bonds between them repairing the mistake she once made. It took months, well beyond the term of her pregnancy, for her to hear even a rumour about a Tuatha’an caravan in the region from the patrons. The first rumours began to circulate just two months after Iseult gave birth to Nissa and Sybil Revane and despite the advice of everyone around her Iseult went in search of the Tuatha’an with her daughters. When she found the caravan three miles from the outermost layer of Caemlyn she discovered that they were not the Tuatha’an she grew up with but one of her uncles and his caravan, he took her in and promised to help her find her family without ever knowing that it was a promise he could never keep.
For three years she travelled with her uncle and his people hoping to find her own caravan to no avail, every single time they stopped near a town she would approach the people only to be met with suspicion and no answers. After three years of hoping she gave up and consigned herself to a life among her uncles people and so it was time to make them her people too, after all they all followed the Way of the Leaf. She entertained suitors for the first time in years, two men both younger than her who had taken an interest in Iseult despite her already having two daughters. She chose to marry the younger of the two men for he was a gentler soul with an easy smile and he always seemed to be laughing or trying to make others laugh, Alith. Alith was a good and gentle husband who loved Iseult fiercely and even took to her daughters as if they were his own, choosing to raise them with her as if they were his own flesh and blood. For years they were happy and soon, before she could really process it, Iseult had given birth twice more. Each time she had a son and soon her daughters were marrying men of their own and moving into their own caravans, then her sons began courting women and her world began to change.
On the eve of her youngest son’s wedding Iseult returned to the caravan to find Alith coughing up blood in their bed, barely able to move. He managed to hold on to life until after the celebrations so that his son might find joy in his new life but after a week of hiding his illness from his children Alith died in his sleep, leaving Iseult heart broken and unable to face the life of the Tuatha’an any longer. She could not live surrounded by his memories and with the blessings of all four children she departed, this time with a plan. She would go to the White Tower where she might learn to channel and help her people using the Tower’s influence, maybe even find her family. Her journey to the White Tower from Illian was long and arduous leading to many confronting her as a Tinker and a thief, one such altercation ended with a broken nose and a saviour who joined her on the road to Tar Valon; Amara. Amara was the daughter of a soldier and she too sought to change her lot in life by joining the ranks of the Aes Sedai.
When they arrived they were both tested and soon Iseult found herself wearing the Novice’s whites. She found the life of a Novice to be quite like her life as a Tavern wench or a smith’s assistant, she persevered through the worst of it becoming a guiding light for her Novice family until the day the Mistress of Novices asked her if she was ready for the test to become an Accepted… within the rings she saw horrors she could barely comprehend as in each reality her life and those she loved were taken from her by her own determination to be an Aes Sedai until she emerged long after she was expected to, shaken yet determined to continue. She found the life of an Accepted to be even more familiar as she delivered lessons to young Novices as she had her own daughters, though the subjects were very different, but as an Accepted her peers began to challenge her views even more questioning why she continued to follow the Way of the Leaf let alone why she continued to cling to her life from before, with her daughters and her grief.
All the same Iseult came into her own as a quiet and mild mannered Accepted until she was once again asked to face a trial, this time the trial of the weaves to become a full Aes Sedai and she accepted anxious to succeed sooner rather than later. The trial of the weaves tested her and yet unlike the trial of the Accepted she emerged swiftly finding success. The next morning, the first day of 114 FA, Iseult swore her oaths upon the Oath rod which marked her ascension to the rank of Aes Sedai and she chose the Gray Ajah, she felt that the Grays offered her the most noble and just purpose where she might find a way to serve the world without making things worse.
TIMELINE
69 FA - Iseult is born and six months later found by the Tuatha’an as they crossed the Spine of the World.
86 FA - Iseult runs away from the Tuatha’an
87 FA - Iseult begins working in the forge with Alfred the Elder
88 FA - Alfred the younger seduces Iseult and has her turned out a thief, she begins working in one of the local inns and later gives birth to twin daughters
89 FA - Iseult joins her uncle’s caravan, once again living amongst the Tuatha’an
92 FA - Iseult marries Alith, they have a son by the end of the year
110 FA - Iseult’s last child is married and her husband dies, she leaves the caravan once more heading for Tar Valon where she dons the Novice’s Whites
112 FA - Iseult is raised to Accepted on the first day of the year
114 FA - Showing great promise and control of her gifts Iseult is raised to the rank of Aes Sedai, joining the Gray Ajah.
Books read: New Spring - Winter’s Heart
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