Name: Kaelas Saetan
Age: 18
Nationality: Ghealdan
Height: 5’6
Weight: 120
Hair color/length: Brown, shoulder length
Eye color: Brown
Personality: She is mischievous and often manipulative, while always being selfish. Kaelas is not very devious, for thinking ahead is not one of her strong suits and she is very ignorant. She is very prone to odd urges, the most primary one being how her fingers itch to steal other’s possessions, though Kaelas is not very adept at thievery. Kaelas is a jealous person, and hoards away her more important items. She is intelligent to a certain amount, but is extremely lazy. She has almost no redeeming qualities, for Kaelas determination to finish what she started and her playfulness are the only ones. She is usually very childish and only looks at events from her own perspective. Kaelas is naive in the ways of the world, but believes that her opinions are always the correct ones. Kaelas herself is easy to manipulate, and will believe any rumor about herself that she hears. (Her uncontrolable urge to steal is a actual disorder called kleptomania.)
One Power:
Current strength: 35
Base strength: 35
Age when started to channel: 18
Current Age: 18
Flow Affinity
Water: 6
Air: 7
Earth: 1
Fire: 3
Spirit: 9
Talents: Healing, Drying
History:
The Journal of Kaelas Saetan
Today has been strange. So odd, in fact, that it would simply make no sense just to write it without some background information. I suppose I shall have to burn this when I am done, but writing seems to be the only way to organize my thoughts, lately.
I was born into a good family, one of the merchant caste. My mother died when I was born, so my father and numerous aunts and nannies raised me. My father, Lucivar, has always claimed to love me, but it has been so apparent to me in the last few months that he blames me for Mother’s death. My childhood was uneventful, filled with laughter and the insignificant snitching of small candies. Adults were never angry at me for my little thieveries back then, for I think they thought I would grow out of such silliness. My favorite aunt, Nyselle, would tease me for stealing treats when I only had to ask for them, and my other aunts thought it was rather cute. However, over the years, I suppose the urge has grown out of proportions.
Anyways, life was easy. Nyselle taught me what she could, and I spent most of my time with the horses in the stable. My life was planned out for me then: I would go to an academy, and then I would take a position with Lucivar’s caravans. I was pleased with the idea of that life for a while. Now, I’m not so sure that I was ever suitable for the profession. It seems so far out of reach now, here at the White Tower. It would have been easy to adjust, though, and I would never have to worry about these light loving idiots. My family has never cared much for the Creator, nor the Dark One, for we loved only each other. It is only a far away dream, now, though. My thoughts are meandering, aren’t they?
As I said before, my early years were not difficult. However, as I grew more into my teens, thievery began to run rampant in my viens. The things I stole were not always small anymore. I stole jewelry to hair ribbions, anything that caught my eye. My actions did not go unnoticed, for soon servants were sent from our home under the charges of theft. I did not feel guilt or remorse when they left, and I do not now. After all, they are but servants, and they aim to serve. They have served my purposes, and I am sure that more of their like will do the same for me. It is not wrong, like the people here would doubtlessly think.
When I grew old enough, Lucivar sent me to an academy not far from home, as was promised. When I think back on it, I can see the look of joy on his face at my departure. I did not realize the truth then, but now it makes me shiver. I suppose that I look too much like Mother and remind Lucivar of the life I stole from him too much. I am scum to him, that much is clear now. I caused Mother’s death, just as I inadvertently caused Hekatah’s misery. I am dirt in my own opinion, too, but I care little. I reach my aims, and the ends justify the means. It has always been so.
The academy wasn’t a horrible place, and I did love it after a time. There were educational lessons, but the classes I loved were in the outdoors. Master Stefan taught things like archery and riding, and I absorbed those classes with a passion.It was there that I met Hekatah. Hekatah was another student, one year ahead of me, and soothed my insecurities about Mother’s death in a way that only an older sister can. I couldn’t tell her everything, though. It shames me just to think of how she would react after hearing of how I hoarded my family’s possessions. You see, Hekatah was a better person then me. She was kind and hardly selfish. Hekatah was my alter ego, and I loved as a sister for it.
We were friends for years before I betrayed her. Even kind people have secrets, and I have always kept blackmail on those closest to me. Hekatah was of a poor noble family, one that was only too eager to marry her off to the highest bidder. The wealthiest man was not someone a person like Hekatah would ever want to associate with, but his wealth was great, and Hekatah always did everything she could for her family. So Hekatah married him, but took some of his money to run away to the academy. He had been searching for her for years when Hekatah told me, and I was quick to find out more about the man. His name is Jaero F’lar, and at that time he was offering a rather large sum of money for the location of his wife, Hekatah.
Then, it was a dream of mine to get a large some of funds so I could start my own business, one independent of the family. It was the only thing I wanted at the time, and ruining Hekatah's life seemed the only way. It was hard to write the letter, but I wanted to be in charge of my live so badly. So I sent a letter to Hekatah’s husband. F’lar was quick to respond, and before I knew it, I had the coins in my hand and my friend’s shocked stare on my back. I am a selfish person, so I have yet to decide if it is an action I regret.
Life at the academy moved on, and the itch to steal started again. Hekatah had managed to quench it, but without her my obsession was as strong as it had ever been. I couldn’t stop myself. It hurt not to take Evilyn’s harp. I had to. The fact that I had no control over my actions didn’t help me, though, when Evilyn found my hiding her harp. Lucivar still dragged me from the academy back to our home without listening to me. When we were home, Lucivar sat me down to have a ‘chat’ with him and Nyselle. They found my actions inexcusable, even after I portrayed the pain and longing to them. Lucivar told me nothing in his power could change me, and that the reason he wanted me to be better is that he loved me. But I know the truth. He wouldn’t have sent me away to the White Tower to be contained as a recruit in the Garrison if he had loved me. For once my insecurities have led me to the truth. Lucivar argued with me about it, but he has always been wrong. Lucivar blames me for Mother’s death, and there is no possible reason for him to love me after that.
It's odd, because Lucivar's declarations of fatherly love were the things that convinced me that I really am cut from the same cloth as those of the Shadow. It has been no use trying to deny it to myself, and far easier to just give in, like it is when I need to steal. I think my determination to do what is right has been worn thin. The easy paths are the ones I walk now, so I swore myself to the Dark One before we left for Tar Valon.
I was a recruit at the White Tower for a whole of a week. My time in the Garrison ended today, actually. Life wasn’t bad in the Garrison, but it was far stricter than I have ever been used to. Lucivar was right: they could control me there. But not anymore. An Aes Sedai saw me practicing, and on impulse, decided to test me for the One Power, as I was not tested when I was admitted as a Recruit. The woman, Kalish Sedai, found that I could channel and was quick to shove me into novice whites. It is strange... I have wandered from the path Lucivar made for me, so I should be joyful. Yet, I can’t decide if I should laugh or cry.
As far as Drying goes- that one is reserved for Darkfriends. However, if you want to be a part of the Shadow that's wonderful, we could use some more Darkfriends lurking around here! *nod*
I was planning on being a Darkfriend. :D Will Drying be alright, then, Mother?
Yep, sounds great! I'll go add you to the Darkfriend group too, then. :)
I'm done! :jitter:
Is the format and how I put more emotions then historical events okay?
Awesome, I love it! :D Approved!
^^ well done, approved. i like the idea of using a journal entry.
Awesome! Thank yo so much, Father! :D