Name: Katrina Borudan
Age: 19
Nationality: Andor
Height: 5’6
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair Colour: Burnished gold
Eye Colour: Vivid green

Path: Aes Sedai, White Ajah

Channelling ability (for her level):
Wind: Exceptional
Fire: Far above average
Spirit: Average
Water: Below average
Earth: Largely below average

Talents:
Folding Light
Stimulating pain/pleasure
Inverting Weaves


Strengths: -Commanding presence
-Always appears composed and confident
-Relentless
-Ambitious

Weaknesses: -Egocentric
-Stubborn when certain she’s in the right
-Uncaring of those she feels are beneath her

House Borudan:
Borudan is a minor house lying in the far east of Andor, along the Carhienien border. While Borudans’ lands are small compared to major houses such as Trakand or Marne, they hold substantial amounts of farmland and are one of the prime exporters of wheat. Aside from farmland they also hold a few small villages and the Borudan keep is luxurious as far as a minor houses keep goes.

Katrina:

A story of orphanage and succession; betrayal and murder:

It was all Katrina could do to keep her lip from trembling as she gazed out at the white roses filling the banquet hall. Nobles from various houses neighbouring Borudans’ lands mingled with notable merchants and the occasional noble from Carhienien, all of them bearing white clothing or at the least white ribbons in their hair or around their arms as symbols of respect. Katrina’s mother, the late Lady Amelia Borudan had been interred not two hours past, next to her already slumbering husband. She had been returning from a reception at the manor of another House, with some of her household guards when her filly had apparently thrown her off her back. When Lady Amelia hit the ground, her neck snapped, killing her instantly.

Katrina remembered her mother as a stern woman that she hadn’t really known until she was around fifteen. She had spent most of her life with her father Lord Stelford; a jovial fun loving man always full of spirit. In her younger years, Katrina had always tried her best to be like her father, going to the extremes, eating only what he ate and thus acquiring a taste for vegetables and sweets and never touching meat. Her father would always go hunting with Katrina and some of the citizens from nearby villages. While Lady Amelia preferred to alienate herself from the populace, while Lord Stelford on the other hand was always in working with them. Some days, he’d go to the bakery in town and help out the baker, other days the blacksmith. Katrina often accompanied him and had even stolen a kiss or two from the apprentices, although she never developed serious feelings for anyone. Lord Stelford may have won the respect of the people, but he lost the respect of his wife, the crown, and the other nobles.
Katrina rarely saw her mother who was altogether caught up in affairs of state. Katrina’s life completely changed when her father died of a plague that took nearly over half the staff as well. From that day on, she spent all her time with her mother and learned how much power she had at her control; power of life and death over her subjects and power of trade, which influenced revenues and reputation. Katrina watched; and learned; and enjoyed. Her mother had always been a strong, ambitious woman, and having lost her father, Katrina remodelled herself after her, trying her best to be able to fill her mothers shoes when she finally left. Katrina became hard and ambitious and shunned her childhood friends among the commoners and rarely if ever went to town, ignoring the greetings from the shopkeepers she had once known. Katrina saw herself as eventually becoming the lady who’d bring House Borudan out of the shadows and establish it as a major house of Andor and a politically dangerous house internationally and mingling with commoners wouldn’t accomplish that. She had to be ready for the day of her inheritance.
Katrina trembled again. Why did this day have to come so soon? She thought to herself. I’m not ready yet. Mother, why did you have to leave me too?

“My condolences on your loss”, a smooth voice said quietly to her, almost in her ear, startling Katrina from her reverie. Katrina recognized him as one of the minor lords to their south, Eliard. His white-gloved hand stroked her shining gold hair away from her cheek. He faintly smiled at they way the ringlets fell back in place and at the frosty expression he received in return. Katrina tilted her chin expectantly at him when he hesitated, her judgemental eyes taking him in and noticing every imperfection. He hadn’t shaved recently and the perfume he had applied could not mask some hideous odour emanating from him. “My lady”, he continued his double chin wagging with self-gloating, “you would be needing a husband. To rule your estates, lead you warriors in battle, to take care of decisions that should not be imposed upon one as yourself.”

Katrina turned away in disgust. This man had arrived here four days prior, three days before her mothers “incident”. He repeatedly asked questions about her mother’s love life, if she was open to marriage. When Katrina made it clear to him that her mother would have nothing to do with him, his manner got cold and he remained in his apartments; until today…. Now here he was again, making passes at her.

Pushing past him, her shoulder almost knocking him over, she said, in icy tones “I would marry a dog before I’d marry you. She could feel cold rage emanating from him; an insatiable anger, pour out like a flood. Katrina ignored him, having more important things to take care of. She’d deal with Eliard later.

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Katrina sat in utter calm at the head of the council chambers as her mothers’ council members swore fealty to hear. Documents where signed and the ring of office was placed upon her finger. She was the paramount of majesty as she sat in her near throne like chair accepting oaths of servitude from the palace staff and household guards. Deep inside she cringed as the plump maids and unshaven guardsmen knelt to kiss her ring. She couldn’t stand the liberty she was condoning upon inferiors just for a stupid oath, but tradition was tradition and if this would ensure their loyalty, she could endure it.
All the while the master of arms, Thomis, stood behind her; eyes wary, hand on sword hilt, protecting her, should protection be required. Katrina trusted Thomis, although thought he went overboard sometimes with protecting her. She didn’t really mind although everyone who knelt before her where cowed by her commanding presence and the severity in her eyes, none of them remembering the young, innocent girl they had once know. Although she was only turning 19 in two days, she had a flair for oratorical abilities and judgement and had turned hard since her fathers death and harder since her mothers..

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When the last guard had sworn fealty and vowed to place his life before hers, Katrina and Thomis sat down for a dinner of roasted fowl and steamed vegetables. Soft candlelight filled the small room and a warm breeze came in through the open window. Katrina reflected on the oaths she had received today, and wondered again why she even bothered. She knew over half of those people where spies for someone else and the other half would turn spy should someone offer any sort of money. She sighed. Was Thomis the only one she could trust? Just then a knock sounded on the closed wooden door. Thomis bolted to his feet and closed the window, locking it as he did so. Meanwhile, the door was flung open revealing Lord Eliard holding a sword, blood staining his green doublet. A dead guard lay in the entranceway, his throat slashed. She could feel the cold steel of Thomis’s sword against her slender neck and knew there was no use to scream. How could he betray me? Katrina thought. Eliard locked the door and for the first time in her life, Katrina wondered if her life was in jeopardy.

Eliard approached her slowly, his hanging jowls shaking. “Ah, Thomis”, he began, “good to see you again my old friend.”
“Hurry up Eliard, it’s bad enough that you dragged me into this,” Thomis replied. Katrina could almost feel the pressure of the sword relieved from the side of her neck, but then, the moment passed as swiftly as it came.
“My lady” Eliard continued, “it would seem that you are in a predicament”. Despite his bulk and the tight purple doublet he wore Katrina could tell that he was dangerous and knew how to use his sword with lethal precision. “In exchange for your life Katrina, there are certain… terms if you will that you’ll agree to. You are going to announce to your council that you have consented to marry me. You will further announce that you have given me control over all your estates and revenues. You’ll will then retire and live a peaceful life in a nunnery. You will consent to this Katrina or else you will not only forfeit your lands and title, you will also forfeit you life.”
“There are many alternatives”, Katrina countered, and then proceeded to do the hardest thing in her life. First, she hit Thomis’ wrist in precisely the right spot, like her father has shown her, disabling him momentarily. Whirling, she took her dagger from her belt and slashed Thomis’s jugular vein before he had time to react. She ignored the blood pouring down her neck, staining her black evening gown; she ignored the screaming in her head, the pain of losing the only person she thought she could trust.
“So you’ve made your decision then Katrina”. Eliard sauntered across the room, his sword at the ready, the only door, locked, behind him. “Any last words Katrina, before you die?”
“You must have killed my mother, Eliard. Why? Why do you value these lands so much that you killed her? Are you so power-hungry that you’d kill me to?” Suddenly, at these words, a warmth seemed to fill Katrina. She could hear the raindrops beginning to fall outside, the heavy breathing of Eliard. She could see the texture of the table, the fine engravings on the door latch. Eliard opened his mouth as is to answer, but no words escaped his lips. An inhuman scream issued forth and he dropped his sword clutching his head. Blood began pouring out of his ears and nose, and then after a few brief seconds, he collapsed, dead.
Curiously calm, Katrina walked out of the room, hardly noticing the two limp bodies, deprived of life and the blood congealing on her torso. She thought she’d maybe have a bath and then get a full nights rest.

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The next morning, Katrina told her council that she had to leave for a time, and may never return. She told them they should continue her and her mothers’ mandate of establishing Borudan as a major house of Andor. She also explained to them the reasons as to why she was leaving. As she left the council chambers, she ran those reasons through her mind. There where to many problems left unsolved in her mind, to many questions left unanswered. And so Katrina found herself riding away, not only from her manor house, but all the memories of her childhood. Mounted on her filly; her long green cloak hung down her back, the soft fur keeping her warm in the morning chill.
Katrina needed to know the truth about Eliard and his motives and why Thomis had betrayed her, to his death. She had puzzled it out last night. It was only logical that Eliard killed her mother himself or hired an assassin. If he hired an assassin, he would logically be one of her mothers’ household guards, which logically pointed that he’d still be her keep; meaning Katrina’s life was in constant danger. Following this train of thought, Katrina realised that there was only one place to go; The Dome of Truth. The questioners there where notorious for getting the answers they needed. If she couldn’t get her questions answered there, then there was nowhere else she could turn to. Even if she couldn’t find the answers she needed, Katrina found herself hungry for knowledge; Knowledge was power, and Katrina wanted all the power should grasp her hands around. As Katrina contemplated all these matters she began getting an enormous headache. Her grip loosed from her reigns and she felt herself loosing conciseness. She heard a woman’s voice say; “Catch her!” and a large man that seemed to almost disappear at time caught her, and then her world went black.
She woke briefly once, in a carriage she was lying down, in front of a lady; a noble by the look of her clothes. Katrina realised that this must be the lady who saved her. As she went to thank her, she slipped back into the realms of sleep.

When Katrina woke again, she was in a bed in an inn. Beside her bedside was a note. It read: When you’re able to walk and ride again, the innkeeper will supply you with a horse and some money to get you the rest of the way to Tar Valon. There, talk to the Mistress of Novices and inscribe your name in the novice book. When you fell you lost conciseness on your horse, five days ago, it was an after affect from your channelling; I would have healed you but my talents lie in completely other directions.
The note was left unsigned. As Katrina lay there, she mulled things over in her mind. Her plans to go to the Dome of Truth wasn’t going to work, but she could adapt. Becoming Aes Sedai might take longer, but the fruits would be sweeter… so much more sweeter.

Well, this is quite a refreshing thing to read! I really liked the story you have going here, it brings out the character you're going to play very nicely. I will say that I just need a few things clarified and then we can move on from there.

When Eliard storms into her room and declares that she will marry him or die, what's going on with Thomis? I might have mis-read, but I do believe that Katrina killed him...but why? Was he betraying her and I simply read it wrong? I would reccomend as well, that you explain a bit more about her mothers death and the kind of family she lives in, what her aims are as a new ruler. Evne if she never gets to fullfill those, it would be a great idea to have them laid out in the tale so that its more shocking when she has to suddenly move away from Andor and to Tar Valon instead.

Her reasons for going to TV are good, although the events that lead to her quest for that location seem to happen suddenly and I would suggest elaborating a bit more on the end when she is on her way to the Dome of Truth. Try and describe it perhaps from a purely third person perspective? Its up to you on that one, just a suggestion. One thing that I would say though, that really needs to be included in this is 100%, what was she like before she was 19 and her mother was murdered. You have to tell us more about her character and why and how she developed into the person she is. What was she like as a child, what were some of the things she lived through when she was a child? Has she ever been in love? What does she like and dislike? I know alot about her current personality, but explain how she became the way she is, evn if it seems obvious.

Aside from this, considering you haven ever roleplayed before i really like the story you have. Don't erase any of it, its quite wonderful. Make sure that you make yourself know in the Out of Character parts of the site as well as the ones In Character. We want to get to know you, not just your character. I like to consider this a community as well as a site to Roleplay on, and we want to know about you. Feel free to contact almost anyone on the site about anything, and just if you want to talk, you can message me anytime, or pm me. If you need help or clarification on anything, just let me know either here, in my office, in pm, or over messenger. It's good to have you here!!

Updated!

I like that, the new detail is great! Approved. :)

better, approved. And don't forget, when you are raised to add more to it.