Kesiera Mordel
| Kesiera Mordel | |
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| Key-C-air-(soft a) More-dell | |
| Created by | April |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Novice |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Mayener |
| Attributes | |
| Masteries | |
| OP Strength | 8.3 |
| Affinities | Water, Spirit, Earth, Fire, Air |
Kesiera Mordel is a Mayener Novice of the Grey Tower.
Description
Kesiera has a highly expressive face that can convey a wide variety of emotions flawlessly regardless of how she really feels. Every breath or gesture, word or gasp goes into creating the illusion that she is a very immediate and sincere person. This almost never comes off as contrived. Kesiera has spent hours in front of her looking glass practicing until she was certain she could move between expressions naturally. She often speaks softly and with an economy of words. Grace and elegance were not a part of her life originally. She practiced being able to walk as if she was gliding and to never loose her balance. Later in her life she hired a tutor to help her smooth over the rough edges in her speech and manner that she couldn't simply wash away herself.
Despite her effort to make herself over from a pretty but ignorant farmgirl, what people most commonly notice now about Kesiera is the faraway look in her grey eyes. She is thin and might seem a touch fragile especially when surrounded by perfume and lace. Kesiera's hair is long, thick and a rich chestnut that she commonly wears loose past her shoulders. In the summertime it is often her practice to spend time outdoors so that her hair can lighten in the summer light.
Biography
They would be coming tomorrow and everything would be different. Her father had told her so and about these things Ketrin Mordel was never wrong. Kesiera pulled the coverlet around her bare shoulders and stared out the window up into the moonless sky. It pleased her sensibilities that Ketrin's life should end on a moon-dark night. She knew it would please his as well. They would be coming and Lysa would be with them. She had already been here once. After more than ten years her twin had returned and left again in the space of the same hour.
She turned away from the window. It would be difficult to decide what to take with her if they allowed anything at all. Ketrin's warning had been clear enough: prepare. It just hadn't given him any insight into the workings of the Grey Tower. So, like every other woman facing this moment of her life she would have to guess. She moved through the room slowly, selecting a few simple gowns and her powders. Her hand paused over the jewelry box. It was very likely they would not allow the items inside. The box was silver with little hawks carved into the top. It had been a gift from her good-mother. Kesiera barely spared a thought for the woman. She had been dead these past two years and had meant little to anyone while she was alive. She opened the lid and let her eyes absorb the few pieces Merrick had procurred for her. They would be coming and she would not need these for many years after they did. She slid the simple promise-ring Merrick had given her at their wedding off her hand and placed it in the box. Kesiera's breath caught. Thin figners reached up and ran along the surface of a simple silver locket on a fine chain.
They would be coming tomorrow and everything would be different...but Kesiera was not sure she could put this aside.
"Surely an allowance can be made," she murmured softly. The air in the manor was a thick with the insense she burned and when even when she made a sound there was no one to hear. Kesiera had drifted through each day there the past two years and although she did not love it, it was home. She had not thought so when Ketrint old her, but the thought of leaving was strangely disquieting.
Kesiera had gone to the jail draped in her darkest, heaviest cloak just after the onset of full dark, as she did the third night of every week. Like each time before she was waived in by the single night-man at the prison with the green eyes that seemed to miss seeing her no matter what she said. She made her way into the back room that served as the town's only jail. The cells were as empty. Ketrin was leaning back on a stool in the corner of his cell. His face had been twitching with an expression that she interpreted as a mixture of horror and amusement. He did not look up as the soft sound of her boots against the floor announced her presence. "Two years we have waited, my Kesi. I have kept faith and remained in this darkened...ragged...existence, filthy and forgotten by all save you. And now the Great Lord makes his will known to me, but not the reasons why!"
Kesiera's eyes had widened and her breath sped up. She crossed the room and reached through the bars for her father's hand. "You said that if we served faithfully we would be rewarded...."
"Yes, but when?" Ketrin shook his head. The stool came down hard and he practically sprang up from it. He took Kesiera's hand in his own. "I've learned two things tonight, Kesi. One must have been told to me in my last meeting but I was made to forget it until now. The other I now from the gift I have told you I possess."
She nodded. "What do they tell you?"
"I will tell you the easiest first. They will be coming tomorrow and everything will change." Ketrin paused and let his gaze take in his daughter as if he were trying to burn the memory of her into the depths of his soul. When he had the courage to go on his voice was a rasp. "I will not be here when they come, Kesiera. I will die during the night."
Career History
- Novice
