Saffiah Ella

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Saffiah Ella
sa-FEE-uh AY-ya
Created by Maureen
Information
Gender Female
Occupation Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Nationality Kandori
Attributes
Talents
Weapon Skills
  • Bow ✦✦
  • Dagger ✦
Masteries
OP Strength 6.8
Affinities Fire, Spirit, Air, Earth, Water

Saffiah Ella is a Kandori Green Oathsworn Aes Sedai of the Grey Tower.

Description

Oddly tall and wearing an eternal scowl, Saffiah comes off as a bit intimidating. She is muscular and her skin has gone rough over years of battle and wear, taking most of her girlish features with her. That is not to say that she is unattractive, just that she has matured and grown into her adulthood. She has grown more freckled under the sun, and her blonde hair has grown lighter and is kept at shoulder-length. Her face, heart-shaped, has grown more narrow, but her jaw is still undefined. Saffiah's eyes, always intent, are dark green and wide, framed by high-arched, fair brows. Her face is scarred from a run-in with Trollocs, and there are white, puckered claw marks trailing from her mouth to her ear, pulling one side of her lips into a small, eternal smile. There is an identical set over her ribs, another remnant from the attack.

Blunt to a fault, Saffron often comes off as unfriendly. She is, however simply incredibly opinionated, and gives respect where it's due. Her short temper is her greatest character flaw, as it very, very frequently leads her to make irrational decisions. Once someone gains her loyalty, they have it forever, and may be allowed to see her softer side. They could never, however, be spared from her quick wit and sharp humor.

Biography

Saffiah was born in a village in Kandor, where her father was a smith. She lived comfortably as a child, but often made unexplainable things happen. She grew up in a primarily male household, she acquired many male habits, ie drinking. She almost burned down her father's forge when she was fourteen, and again only months later. By the time she was 15, Saffiah realized that she had no future in her village, she'd be a housewife whose only job was to cook, clean, and bear children. Her parents had already started attempting to pair her off with the village boys and young men, but she took no interest in them. Her father was tired of resistance, and put his foot down. She was finally bethrod to a young warrior and she had no choice in the matter. She planned her escape for weeks, until there were mere days before the wedding.

Saffiah had been smuggling small bits of food from her dinnerplate for weeks and storing them in a cloth bag which she kept under her bed. In the dark of the night, she put on a riding cloak over a light cloth dress and snuck through a small window with food, her dagger, and her most valuable possession, a copper rose her father had crafted for her himself, in the bag. She quietly made her way to her neighbor's stables and jumped over the stone wall separating the two properties. She silenced th horse's whinnying with bits of apple and saddled a white mare. Saffiah regretted having to steal, but her father only had donkeys. She stuck her bag into the saddle bag, mounted, and galloped away, over dewey grasses and into a forest, the night cloaking her escape from the life of a hosewife.

She made her way Southwest, day by day, taking jobs as a serving maid and singing in inns, but there was no real reason for her to stay, nothing keeping her there, so she continued on. The most recent inn was the Golden Staff in Katar, where she took on as a serving girl.

Saffiah stepped aside to avoid being knocked over as she carried a platter of empty mugs to the kitchen. Mead sloshed on her as the men moved their arms about. Saffiah tripped over a man passed out on the floor and fell to the ground, glasses rolling across the tavern. She stood, dusted herself off, and made a mistake: to bend down and get one of the mugs. She felt a hand grip her bottom, then many roudy cheers along with it, then she shot up in alarm turning beet red. I can't take these bloody, flaming Trollocs of men anymore!

The whole tavern was suddenly up in flames, the alcohol from the bar added to the blazing inferno, making it even worse. Saffiah just stood there, in amazement. There was suddenly an auburn- haired girl next to her.

"What under the Light are you doing just standing there?!" She asked. Saffiah just opened her mouth to say something, but coughed instead. It was hard to breathe. The girl kicked her in the shin, and Saffiah suddenly realized that she was in a burning inn and rushed out unsteadily.

She stumbled outside and realized that her leg was on fire. She beat it out as best she could with the singed hem of her dress and started seing red spots. It's hot.. the pain.. It is so hot....

There were bits of conversation She heard, 'healer', 'Grey Tower'. Saffiah let out a strangled half-scream and blacked out.

It seemed like only seconds when she awoke. She saw the dawn's light gently cast shadows and the steady clopping of horses' hooves on th ground, keeping time, told her she was on a cart. It smelled like smoke. The searing pain was back and she was out before her eyes closed.

Career History

  • Novice
  • Accepted
  • Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah (24 June 2015)