Laoise Arged

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Laoise Arged
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Created by Jon
Information
Gender Female
Occupation Novice
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Nationality Tuatha'an
Attributes
OP Strength 6.5
Affinities Spirit, Water, Air, Fire, Earth

Laoise Arged is a Tuatha'an Novice of the Grey Tower.

Description

Lee's fair, freckled skin and green eyes mark her as one of the Tuatha'an whose shared heritage with the Aiel accounts for her light eyes and light complexion. However, her brown hair speaks to her people's travels across the continent and incorporation of any who would follow the Way of the Leaf. Other notable physical features include her slim but pronounced nose, which some have called too pronounced, and her thin, pursed lips, which when paired with her slanted eyebrows give her a constant look of consternation. Lee is slight of frame but stands tall, like the thin-trunked trees cultivated in various stedding.

Lee's devotion to the Way of the Leaf (often understood incorrectly as passivity and submissiveness) did not keep her from developing the fiery spirit of an opinionated young woman. She learned to work around her family's wagons from a young age and developed the confidence of a young woman who knows her place and her role in her society. When the spark manifested in her, as it had in her aunt (though her aunt had not survived the trek to Tar Valon), the Seeker of her caravan made haste for the closest collection of One Power channelers: the Grey Tower. Laying in the bed of her parents' wagon as they traveled, Lee did not realize her life had changed dramatically in a moment. Now, living in the Grey Tower, Lee does not have the confidence of her place among the Novices, only having just arrived. The prospect of staying put in a big city terrifies her. She longs for the colored wagons of her people, especially when surrounded by the white-clad Tower initiates.

Biography

In the first few months of her time at the Grey Tower, Laoise wrote these memories in her journal:

I held Mama’s hand tightly as she and Papa led me into Hama Valon for the first time. Each had made the journey into a city at some point, looking for a particular item. Of course, they preferred to trade outside of the city gates, but sometimes that couldn’t be helped. The looks people gave us as we strode through a sea of drab, dull colors—muted expressions of living, denials of its vibrancy. Oh Light and the noise! I could not believe the noise in this city. I would later realize that this noise was their expression of a vibrant life, but it hit me like a runaway wagon as I navigated the masses with my parents. Such would be my life, and I was suddenly unsure that I could stay here.

Oh how I miss those quiet days spent among the trees of a stedding, my little brother and little sister running among the trees as I watched over them so that Mama and Papa could talk with Ioan, our Seeker. A song drifted through the trees, drawing the three of us towards an ogier’s singing. I had heard of sung wood, but I never thought I’d witness its making. In that moment, I never lost the feeling of quiet as the song swelled and grew louder. Peace resided in the woods that day. Ogier called to tree, and the wood responded to the song. It was then that I saw non-violent power and truly understood the Way of the Leaf.

I can remember the events leading up to my first channelling, but I cannot remember the effects. People outside the Tuatha’an discovered our caravan and were not pleased with our presence so near their farms. In the end, our Seeker agreed to move far away from their homes when the sun rose the following day because it was already evening and we had already settled in for the night, but it seemed that these men still felt the pain of a dent in their pots. Because we did not move immediately, they felt the need to force us away. I remember shouts for dogs. I can hear barking and screams of terror. I remember wanting nothing more than for my family, for my friends, for my people to be safe. Then, I can remember nothing more until I awoke, chilled and aching, in my parents’ bed, Mama’s hand stroking my hair as she sung softly to me like she had done every time I grew sick as a child. My parents told me I saved the caravan, but they would not tell me how. The entire journey west to Hama Valon, I asked, but they never answered. Could I have acted violently? I cannot even believe that I could.

Career History

  • Novice (18 February 2017)