Alizandrine Taera
| Alizandrine Taera | |
|---|---|
| Created by | Talia A'Roihan (player) |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Saldaean |
Alizandrine Taera is a Saldaean Green Oathsworn Aes Sedai of the Grey Tower.
Description
"Good morning, my wandering girl. Where did you go last night?" Every morning in the Taera home started the same way. Ali's father would burst into her room, scooping her out of her bed to hear stories from her dreams. She looked the part of the wanderer from her first breath as a baby. Dark, dramatic hair framed a dramatic, trickster's face, the hair unruly from her father, the face classic, from her mother.
Ali grew tall in Saldaea, lean, but not delicate, with green eyes that flashed warnings to anyone who might underestimate her.
At times, her bold nature overshadows her intelligence, making those who meet her think that perhaps she does not have sense enough to survive on her own, but she is far from a fool. Ali Taera knows people and how they behave. Little surprises her.
Ali is always ready to tell how she feels, and to show it. She lives as hard and as reckless as she dreams, without fear, without reservation, always with a song at the back of her throat and a sword at her fingertips. Now that she joins the Tower, though... She may find that the world is not as she thought it.
Biography
" Good morning, my wandering girl! And where did you go last night? Fishing with the Seafolk? Running with the Aiel? Battling Trollocs with Lord Bashere?"
" Away to the White Tower, father... Far, far away..."
Ali Taera murmured into the dust that mixed with her blood, her eyes half-lidded, far away.
In another time, she bounced into her father's arms, oblivious to the chill that usually sent her mother scurrying for the blankets first thing in the morning. It was cold, but she liked the cold. It often kept her awake at nights to look at the stars.
Outside, her brothers were already at the horses, feeding them and shouting playfully at one another as they worked. A few hours of serious labor would take that out of them, but not for long. By the time they ate supper, they would be back at one another, pinching and thinking of tricks to play on their youngest sister.
" The Tower?", he said, raising his eyebrows and tickling her until her curls shook with laughter, " The White Tower? No, my Wanderer. I think those Aes Sedai would come straight here, begging for me to take you back."
She giggled, shaking her head.
"But the Warders would teach me the sword.", she said, pointedly, her eyes on her father. He got the message.
"Ah, the sword again." For a moment, he sat back, considering it. " All right. I will let you learn a little about the sword."
She grinned.
" Today?"
" Oh, my Wanderer's going to be the death of me!", he sighed, dramatically, before bursting into laughter, " Yes, today, if you like. Just don't tell your mother!"
The same sword lay beside her now, blood stained and useless to her.
" I won't tell...", Ali murmured into the ground.
She hadn't, along with quite a few other things, such as fighting with the boys behind the house while her father and brother were away with the army. Such as visiting the local tavern to sing, and slapping the first drunken man to touch her silly. Such as stealing away in the middle of the night, determined that if the end was coming, she was not going to be found sitting in Saldaea.
It was coming - she knew it. Her dreams took her now into frightening landscapes with frightening people. No matter what they said at home... It was coming, and she meant to be a part of it.
Trouble was... No sane man would take her into his army, or listen to what she had dreamed the night before. She saw herself an Aes Sedai, marching to battle, and she believed it like she believed in Light over Dark. The White Tower, though far away, although perhaps not far enough when her mother read her note and realized what she'd done, would be there. So she would be in the Tower.
She stole Sebatan's horse and rode into the night, dressed in her brother's clothing with her sword at her side. Singing and hunting kept her fed and housed. Her one book - a history of Tar Valon, kept her tied firmly to her goal.
The trouble started on the road, of all places. She had expected it to come in a tavern or in Tar Valon, when she tried to enter, but she did not expect to find herself attacked in the outdoors, where she felt most comfortable. A strange way of thinking, she knew, but for her, it was true enough. She was wrong.
They attacked her just before sunset, attacked her on the road as if they had no fear of being caught. Her bag was seized, including the book, her few jewels torn from her hands, the horse pulled away as one of the men took her boot in his gut as a reward for the attack. The last thing she remembered seeing was an enormous fist whistling at her.
She was put in a wagon, she remembered that, at least, but not by her attackers. They, unfortunately, left her in the road, bleeding and unconscious. Her saviors were a group of decidedly shady characters, who argued, when she felt herself coming close to consciousness again, as to whether or not to just bury her as she was. A few days exposed would do the rest of the job, one said, while the other nervously repeated his plea to get rid of her now, before they were caught and accused of doing this. There could be money in returning her, another said, insistently.
For days, she drifted in and out, her wounds opened again and again by the bouncing of the wagon while they argued over her fate. At last, the wagon slowed, and a voice shouted.
" The Tower! We'll leave her here! Quick, get her!"
She was thrown unceremoniously into the dirt with just enough time to feel the sudden rush at finally having reached the Tower, accidentally or no. Tar Valon...
But looking up... Looking up... She murmured, feeling the dark close in on her.
" This isn't Tar Valon? What is this place?"
When morning came, Ali Taera was carried into the gates, and into her new life.
Career History
- Novice
- Accepted
- Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah
