Name: Kaelyn Jaymareth
Age: 18
Weight 120 lb
Eyes: Like the artist whose duty is to divert a viewer’s attention to a specific aspect of a portrait, Kaelyn’s eyes her most remarkable feature manages the same purpose. In their structural almond shape the viewers attention is first drawn to a pool of two colors that commingle into the blue green coloring of a mountain spring that form the iris. Although an unusual coloring one may assume that its uniqueness is merely a gift bestowed by the Creator to capture her beauty. However the viewer’s attention does not end its journey on the very likes of the color, instead it is lead to a glimmer that is held captive. The glimmer that suggests that there is a sense of life, life so valued and cherished it in turn in radiated into reality. A sparkle of hope, of understanding and wisdom that is capable of being captured by one so young. Yet if one concentrates on the tiny glimmer, as the viewer who tries to understand a portrait one may find a shadow though weak, still exists to be noticed by few. A telling of fear that has been given birth from her past, a wound that yet remains to be healed and shadows her steps…and to an onlooker that is all that may be perceived in the few seconds until she blinks, her long eyelashes covering what yet remains to be hidden.
Hair: As one who enjoys the feeling of freedom Kaelyn allows her raven length hair to remain loose allowing the childish wind to playfully blow strands into a light curl. A startling contrast in color allows her eyes along with the rest of her features to stand out brilliantly, especially so when her elegant curl lightly frames her face. Yet in all practicality, in being born on a farm she can be found having it tied in a loose braid, when duty calls.
Personality: Pure beauty, the meaning behind her naming only begins to describe without justice the features of Kaelyn. An “Angel” claimed by her father and a “Spring Blossom” by her mother, may perhaps begin to portray an idea, yet if any impact in her attitude Kaelyn shows none. With a good head on her shoulders Kaelyn is unaware of the beauty she radiates and instead demonstrates kindness and wisdom when speaking with others. She is not one to shy away from large gathering or social events that seek thousands of people, instead in these situations she like to voice her opinion without being too outspoken. Yet one who is still young, at 18 Kaelyn demonstrates a maturity beyond her years that allows her to understand and handle situations in such a way that a victim in opposition may find themselves easily succumbing to her position without full realization. However, if attacked by one in any matter, whether it be insulting or life threatening, her friendly persona evaporates into a fierce warrior who will stand up for herself until a balance is created and the situation discarded. Unless that is a repeat of her past resurfaces and she is left afraid, and helpless no matter how hard she tries to appear disconcerted.
Base Strength: 36
Current Strength: 40
Age when began channeling: 14
Current Age: 18
Flow Affinity:
Air: 7
Spirit: 8
Water: 5
Earth: 10
Fire: 10
Talents: Shield Stretching, Blossoms of Fire, Spinning Earthfire
Although strong in the One Power, Kaelyn is not able to touch it at will. She is a wilder and has been grieved by a block that only allows her to channel when she is utterly helpless.
History:
Unlike most edges of any solid object the flower petal was soft and flexible as Kaelyn traced it outline with her finger in a dream like consciousness. Not a state in which the individual is lost to hypnotical fantasies or unseen wishes or of one where the mind is fatigued. Instead this was a state where Kaelyn would withdraw into herself to think, understand and concentrate on what lay before her. It was a flower, a fragile species that she simply plucked from the earth without any resistance from its anchor. As innocent as its appearance may seem its qualities were far more dangerous than one might suspect. Its beauty was its first weapon, luring the gullible into its trap. Whether it would be to overpopulate and choke out life as a weed or by pricking a finger on a thorn concealed by its blossom, a flower had potential.
Breathing in deeply Kaelyn withdrew from her concentration and brought herself to the reality of the pleasant day and the warm breeze it held. It was not an unusual occurrence of late, for the past week the land had been blessed with the greeting of an early morning sun that smiled greatly on the earth. It was especially welcomed on the farm that housed the Jaymareth family in Shienar where Mikelson and Lyona raised their two daughters Kaelyn and Trina. Such weather made the burden of chores that much easier to accept.
Being born on the day when the blossoms bloomed Kaelyn’s mother named her after the beauty she had been born into. “Only and angel could have been born in such a glorious time,” her mother claimed as she watched her daughter grow with the beauty and elegance such a season brought. “You have been gifted by the Creator himself.” Kaelyn could never quite believe the comment. Their farm rustic in appearance was more of a burden than a blessing. Her family struggled to make ends meet with their surplus if even they could receive such and end. There were times when Kaelyn would wake in the morning to find the carcass of a lamb strewn across their yard or five more of their flock missing. There was a possibility as to what cause it, but she shrugged off the thoughts barely suppressing the chills that would race through her. It was only once in her lifetime that they had ever experienced a trolloc raid, and a few times beforehand with her parents before she was born. It had come during the night, stripping their farm and leaving a terrifying array behind. But why would they strike now after all these years? I can’t believe that they are the cause of only a few lambs missing. They would have taken the whole flock; it’s just in their nature!
Yet trollocs were their way of life, one could never be careless or forget the dangers the land hid. To protect his daughters Mikelson taught them a few techniques with the sword and target practice with the bow. She had far succeeded with her shot, her skills enabling her to hit any target most of the time. The sword however was a progressive ability, she had learned a few techniques to defend herself yet for how long she could hold off an opponent she was not sure. She never had a chance to test them, and prayed she never would have to.
“Kaelyn! Kaelyn! Papa’s coming home by sunset!” her younger sister shouted breaking her thoughts that she had returned to unaware. Her younger sister by only two years ran towards her, curly brown hair trailing behind and her eyes wide with excitement. “Mother wants you home at once, so I would advise you to hurry yourself.”
Kaelyn lifted herself from the ground grimacing from tightened muscles that had developed from lying most of the afternoon. “You never cease she amaze me Trina. You appear as innocent as a flower, yet you always come demanding my presence elsewhere,” She approached her sister to tuck the flower she had in her hair, “There now at least you can fool someone else into thinking your as innocent as it makes you look!”
Without a moments hesitation Kaelyn turned, narrowly missing the swat aimed at her, and headed home laughing with her sister trailing angrily behind her. It was at these times burdens and troubles were forgotten as the thrills of life shone through. Troubles of the past were lost like prints in the sand washed away by the incoming tide, while troubles of the present tossed aside like the wind playfully tugging at her curls as if twisting them would leave troubles forever forgotten. Not one remained to trouble her as her mirth overpowered all the senses into oblivion. She failed to hear the cries of the lone hawk, the touch of the overpowering heat, the smell of their dwindling flock…but not the sight of a burnt stump. For a moment, only just a moment everything was forgotten. However sight is not an easy sense to ignore and forget, and those few moments of peace were lost as reality crashed back into place.
Yellow eyes remained frozen in the darkness, their gaze fixed unblinking on her. It was as if they were suns of their own, shedding their own light even through the pitch darkness. Yet like the sun they held their own ferocity of their own, foretelling of a hunger that consumed them, and that of a hunter who has a steady eye on its target. A target that they now pinned on and waited for the perfect opportune moment to strike its prey…and she was that prey.
“Wolf” The thought barely registered before she turned to take flight, with a speed she did not know she was capable of. The warm night air now chilled her to the bone as the wind generated by her movement whipped her hair behind her and went right through her dress. Whether it was from fear or not, she hardly cared to think of her physical condition at the moment. She could feel her body weakening with every step she took that brought her closer to home, her lungs going into labor as they failed to consume enough air to feed her body, her muscles cramping, and her heart pounding in a frantic rhythm that echoed in her head.
She was nearing the boundaries of their land marked by a few scattered trees that began streaming by her in a blur. She was nearly ready to collapse, but the growing sound of the small pat-pat of pursuit only kept her going in fear. Her pursuer was closing the distance between then and she was sure that if she dared to reach behind, her hand would grasp a fistful of fur. “Burn me! I do not want the mothers embrace yet.”
The thought shamed her to the very being; she was running instead of turning to fight death like any true Shienaran would. “Burn me, burn me!” she thought on the verge of collapsing, “Why did I ever leave my safe warm bed, or better yet come out defenseless!...”
Darkness overtook her as she was hurled to the ground. Pain racked through her body and the air from her lungs was lost in a voiceless gasp. She shuddered bringing herself up into a frantic crawl, whimpering as a growl came from behind. “No!” Kaelyn whimpered as her dress hem was snatched and pulled in the opposite direction, in jagged shaking motions. Her crawling efforts were in vain; she whispered the last Shienaran blessing and curled up in a fetal position as if she could be safe as a babe in a mother’s womb. She had never been so scared, so helpless in her entire life. She was far more than afraid.
A sickening wave of heat was the only sign that let her know she stilllived. Squinting her eyes as if day had come instantaneous in night, Kaelyn could just make out a column of fire that was so close she wondered how it had never seared her in half. Along with it came a smell of burning flesh, of seared hair, of death. The fear of what it was scared her more than the wolf, or what was left of it. In a last ditch attempt Kaelyn scrambled to her feet and ran, ran till she once again collapsed in complete exhaustion, only to find the column of fire behind her gone.
“Kaelyn are you well?” the worried look of Trina broke through the frightening images of her past. “Have you taken ill? It looks as if you had seen a Trolloc? You haven’t…have you?”
“No” Kaelyn whispered resuming her path away from the charred stump. That memory had taken place four years ago now, and still no growth had ever overtaken it.
“Kaelyn you’re scaring me! What is it?” Trina caught up beside her, concern clearly marking her voice.
“It is nothing. Truly it isn’t.” she commented as if she was more reassuring herself than her sister. It must have been lightning . She knew however that there had not been a cloud in the sky that night.
As their mother had predicted their father arrived just after the sun slipped beyond the horizon, bearing trinkets for everyone from his travels. He was a heavyset man, built more with big bone than fat and his laugh which was especially memorable was gruff, with a rumbling quality that consumed the room. Her gift was a bracelet woven with tiny jade colored beads that held streaks of reds, purples and blues that could be seen by allowing the light to strike at a certain angle along its surface. However beyond all those colors , when the light hit just at the right angle a yellow hue became the main dominance, existing as if it was the only color. It was like light breaking through darkness; a representation of hope. The piece was fascinating, and more of a puzzle than one could imagine.
Lowering the piece of jewelry Kaelyn looked around taking in the décor of her home. It was quite comfy, with a roaring fire that brought warmth and protection that not even a blanket could imitate. Her mother’s needlework of a white lily lay on the sleeve of an armchair, while her father’s décor of artifacts dotted the room in various places. All was quiet, and comfortable, and not a sound disturbed the household except the occasional crackle of the fireplace accompanied with the low murmur of her father’s many stories, and the small vibration that was coming from the door. She assumed for it only to be the wind.
Drawing her attention back to her bracelet, she was shocked to find the beads in an ebony color. “Odd, I never once saw any traces of black in this.” She murmured turning the beads thoughtfully between her fingers to allow the light to bring out the other colors. It did not change. It remained still the pitch black that seemed to swallow itself. For a moment she thought it soiled, the other colors that had been there only moments before were gone not even a trace or a groove told that it had ever held any other colors. She was almost beginning to believe it.
A feeling struck her at once that something was out of place, something so small that she could have easily brushed it aside. Perhaps it was the original feelings stirred by the bracelet, but it was there, a feeling that she was being watched, that something was wrong though she could not quite point it out. A quick survey of her house dropped any suspicion, but for some reason her attention was constantly brought back to the door. Whether or not it was to her imagination, she almost believed that the faint vibration she was hearing was increasing in its intensity. “It…it can’t be the wind,” she breathed listening sharply for the rustling of leaves that was absent. It was almost like a dream, her family did not seem disturbed by the noise even though the door itself was beginning to quiver in silence. It was almost as if someone wanted to enter without being noticed, like a thief in the night.
A large bang made her body jump as it caught her off guard. It had finally caught her family’s attention, bringing her mother to rise and respond to the pounding on the door with a raised eyebrow to who the uninvited guest would be. But something was wrong. She could feel it. The pounding was too consistent for it to be a guest; it was as if someone was now trying to break in.
“Lyona, don’t…!”
The warning was lost as the door burst open, allowing a black wave to roll into the house. It created a state of utter chaos and confusion which blurred her visions into smudges of definitions. She could almost make out bodies, not ones belonging to anything human, but of beasts. They brought a stench that poisoned the sweet air until she gagged, almost reeling over to empty herself on one of her mother’s rugs haggled from the river trade. Even the noise was muffled into a blend of unidentifiable sounds of shuffling, roars, the clanging of weapons and a faint whistle coming from somewhere off in the distance from an unknown source. It intensified and took shape into what seemed like a scream. Looking around she knew where it had come from.
“Mother! Nooo!” She screamed as she watched one of her dear parents flop lifelessly to the floor revealing an arrow shaft protruding out of her back. “You bastards! What is it that you want?”
Rage quivered in her voice, but it too was drowned out with all the movement. Steel blades glistened in the light, while a tongue she had never thought she would hear echoed in the room. Never in her life had she ever dreamed of being so close and facing them so alone. She had been separated from her father and sister, now huddled in a corner when the first wave hit. They had a look of terror in their eyes, even her father which was like a blow to her chest. Her father that had protected her from fears, that had comforted her after many sleepless nights of nightmares, looked as if the Dark One stood before him.
“Father run! Get yourself and Trina out of here! Run fools!” Her screams filled the room hoping beyond whatever hope still lived that she could generate a moment…only a moment to allow her family to escape. “Run!” she looked desperately for an object of distraction until she found a pillow and hurled it, only to watch it fall vainly to the floor. If only I could reach my sword, but I think that is just about as hopeless as I stand here! Throwing her eyes back on her father she found that the light had been drained from them, and filled with sorrow, as if this would be the last time he would see his daughter.
“Run” she whispered as he slowly became blocked from her sight. Three bodies had broken from the group stood before her shouting a crude language that felt as if a sword blade had already pierced through her. It was cold, and held an echo of such evil that it killed what little hope she had clung to. There was little she could do, she was already backed into a corner and restricted from freedom by the walls of her own home. Kaelyn almost wanted to laugh in complete helplessness at the irony of the situation. These walls that she had once deemed safe were now only a prison.
Searing white pain enveloped her as a hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Through tears she could see them, their horns, and hoofs that were like images of a nightmare. Trollocs. She had known all along that this was who took their lambs, no matter how much she tried to deny it.The white hairs on the face just inches above her own proved it. She had never encountered these distorted creatures so close before, they were animals…no they almost looked human. It was their eyes that gave them the human quality although they were filled with the energy to kill.
A cold sharp blade edge was brought to her throat and ran its mark around her neck. She was almost surprised that it never cut; it was almost as if they were seeing how she could break. A fear so strong kept her frozen, only her lips moving to allow groans of pain to escape as her head was pulled back farther. She knew this was it. Closing her eyes from the nightmare, she felt a tear roll down the side of her cheek. She wanted to weep uncontrollably, she wanted to run, but out of all the emotions she felt pure helplessness. She shivered at the thought. Her life was held tottered on the tip of a blade. She could not escape. “I don’t want to go this way, not like this…NOT like…”
An unbearable heat stirred Kaelyn bringing her out of the dark consciousness that she had seemed to walk in for what seemed like ages. It was overwhelming and stifled her breathing pattern as it burned her lungs. Even her flesh seemed to burn and then rage cold as she struggled her way back to reality. It seemed too familiar, the heat, the smell. Opening her eyes her fears were confirmed. A massive column of fire stood where her home had once. There was nothing left now, only splinters bared witness to its realness.
“You are lucky to be living, Child.” A hand was drawn away from her forehead, and a woman with smooth features rose to her feet. “You have channeled a great deal. It would be wise for you to leave this place at once, so that we may deliver you to the White Tower before you can bring harm to anyone else”
Channel? How in the light could you ever claim that! Shock brought mixed emotions, though grief overburdened them all. Where is my family She suddenly realized their absence, as she struggled to her feet. “Father?” The column of fire stood before her raging with such light that it almost burned her eyes. “Trina?” Nothing was left, but ash and dirt, and a heat so intense that she had to step back. “Where are you?” It burned, burned into her soul, into her flesh and carved an image that she could never forget. Her family could not have escaped. Overwhelmed with shock she could not bring herself to cry. She stood there rocking on her feet staring into the burning flames.
“Child, it is time.”
For a moment she remained standing, before she could rip her eyes from the scene. I killed them. Light, how could…no they must still live! Turning toward the Aes Sedai, the ring of a serpent marking their presence, she ran with what little she had left. Ran to escape what stood behind her, to flee from its torture and its harsh reality. Ran until she reached the horse that stood ready for her, and too seemed eager to be off. Ran until…a tiny petal not more than a few paces off caused her to falter into a stop. It lay there in its purest white, out of place among the grass that circled around it. Drawing herself down into a kneel she reached out a quivering hand to pick it up and bring it closer to her heart. Somehow it had survived. It was a petal from the flower she had put in her sisters hair earlier that day.
Slowly, unnoticed the beaded bracelet began to change into its rare yellow hue.
Yes! I am so sorry it took me so long, I just didn't have the will to write at the moment, and finally inspiration hit me. I really hope its alright, and the style you want! :D
You have a gift for description my dear, that was a wonderful bio. The only thing I would encourage you to do is to elaborate a bit more on her personality. You captured greatly her environment and her looks, her family etc. But I feel as if you could have added more about her likes and dislikes, her mannerisms.
Do that and I consider it approved.
Hey just wanting to let you know that I am finally sitting down to finish making changes. I have changed her basic and current strength levels, with permission, to help with current plots I have worked out with other characters. I am also trying adjust what I have to your suggestions Rialt.