Tatiana Movrin
| Tatiana Movrin | |
|---|---|
| Created by | Damien (Jasrin) |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Gaidin |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Bondmate(s) | Jasrin Arendil |
| Nationality | Seanchan |
Tatiana Movrin is a Seanchan Gaidin of the Grey Tower.
Description
Tatiana is tall and slender, reaching the hight of five foot five. Her long tumbling blonde hair reaches her hips and is usually more oftn than not, tied in a simple braid at the back of her head. Her face holds the quality of a woman maturing into her beauty, yet she is still young enough to be considered not yet past her prime. dark ice blue eyes stare out from almond shaped orbs, soft lips, full and delicate perk up in a smile whenever she kills. a fine high set of cheekbones make her face look fuller and when she smiles, they show all the more. She has dimples on her lower face and they sink in when she laughs or frowns. It may seem cute to see her frown, but her eyes tell a different story. They are cold, emotionless at times, only passion filled when she kills or makes love. Her body holds a firm muscular tone to it, firm and lean, breasts high and full, arms and legs slender and muscular under her uniform. Her hips are small and round, her buttocks pert and softly sensual under her clothing. Her stomach is taught and wash board thin. She speaks with a thick seanchan drawl that is evident in every word she utters. her temper is a mix between pliable and nasty, ranging in her moods.
Biography
Tatiana Movrin was born to a merchant family not far away from Toman Head. Her apparent father was a prosperous trader among the sea folk and her mother was a Seanchan trader of more than just her wares. tatiana was born of another father, rather, a man who was noble born, but did her Mother a favor when she traded him an exotic fur for free. Tatiana was truly a bastard child. Her Mother resented her and her father, not knowing why she did, sent Tatiana away at a young age to become a lady in waiting for a Seanchan High Lady. The girl hated it. She had to wear dresses and use eloquent words. It was not like her. She soon found she was dreading going to the princess's quarters and helping her bathe, for the girl was vile tempered and often beat her if she disobeyed. Her Mother was kinder than her offspring and taught Tatiana how to read and write. She being only seven at the time, did not know either of these skills, seeing that her Mother never let her attend the class that a noble taught to children who were poorer than he. Strange to now that that exact Noble was her Father.
Tatiana learned to cook, clean, and sew by the age of ten, and when the princess, who was thirteen by this time, beater, she would threaten her by telling her that she would tell her Mother that she had been bedding a farmboy while she was out. This was not true however, but the Princess, being gullible as well as mean, would believe it and scamper off to do something else. Tatiana found bliss only when she was alone on the garden roofs, playing with some toy daggers she had found in the practice yards. she would often steal knives, particularly the rusted one's that they men who were practicing with had left there. She taught herself to throw these knives and even got in the habit of carrying them around with her in concealing sheaths. at the age of fifteen, she went into the noble's school house to find he was talking to a woman in a dark green gown. She sat at the back of the class, toying with a dagger that she had stolen from a man's pocket while he spoke. She flipped it from hand to hand, her smile sly as she considered what to do with it. Perhaps she could throw it at the slate that was sitting precariously on the desk of the noble. Perhaps she could throw it at the noble's ugly face?
She almost giggled as she considered, and then, the woman turned to her and looked at the knife she held in her hand.
"gril, that blade should not be used for you. You should use better knives than that."
tatiana jerked her hand back under the desk and said, "I like my own daggers."
"But, that is not your dagger, is it girl?"
The woman did something and the dagger flew from her hand. She tried to reach for it, but the woman in green had it fast in her hand. Tatiana also noticed she did not have a Seanchan accent.
"well, girl? what are you going to do now? I thin you would be useful at the tower."
The nobleman nodded as if agreeing.
"I've seen her throw daggers. She's not a damane or can be taught the power. People could collar you if they caught you doing that fowl magic in front of them."
The woman ticked softly and held the dagger out.
'Here, catch."
Tatiana's hands came up to catch, but the dagger sailed past her and out the window just a few feet away. Her hands fell to the desk.
"well, I guess you aren't as good as you like to think."
"I will be." she said, her drawl coming out more as a blur of words. this woman had no right. as the green gowned woman turned to the window, she said, "Yes, I think you'd be good for this tower known as the grey tower." she looked thoughtfully at the slender thing of a girl and said again, "Very good indeed. i bet I could turn you."
tatiana had no idea what that meant, but she would soon find out what it meant when the dark lord came to her in her dreams and made her feel the extasy of his burring pain of doom.
Career History
- Drin
- Ji'val
- Gaidin
