Thoia lan'Allyn
| Thoia lan'Allyn | |
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| Thoh-YA lahn-AHH-lin | |
| Created by | Jessica al'Dar (player) |
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| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Ji'val |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Domani |
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Thoia lan'Allyn is a Domani Ji'val of the Grey Tower.
Description
Like many Domani women, Thoia was trained in the art of seduction and trade, and even though she never took to it like her sisters, she still walks with the grace of one who knows how to walk. She is tall, around 5'11, and has coppery skin, like her people. Her hair, bright red, is cut short to keep it out of her face, and make sure that no one can grab it. Her green eyes are piercing and beautiful. She spends a great deal on her appearance, selecting the proper clothes, jewlery and makeup.
When she's doing her own thing, she's playful, and always looking to have fun, even if fun might be watching someone squirm. But, when she's practicing, or working,she's deadly serious, like many men in her culture. Her emotions flash between one and the other.
Biography
Me? Why would you want to know about little old me? I'm not very interesting. You insist? Well, alright. But that knowledge might cost you, you know.
So, my life. I'm a pretty normal girl. Both my parents are back in Arad Doman, living their lives. I was the youngest of 3 girls. My parents were horse merchants. My father would breed them, and mother would sell them. It worked well, and they usually had enough coin to live a comfortable life. Sure, sometimes times weren't easy. Father loved wine and ale, and he loved the horse races. I remember Mother yelling and screaming at him one night when I was very young, and after that we only ate rice for a few months.
But life was still fine. My sisters, of course, would pick on me, like older sisters do. They always would make fun of how I would walk, or how I didn't want to learn the merchant skills. I'd much rather spend time with the horses, and with the boys in the field. I learned, of course. It's hard to not pick it up, but when I'd leave my mother's skirts, I'd go running in the fields, or riding the horses. And, while Mother disapproved strongly, Father was much kinder. I'm pretty sure he was hoping to have a boy, and when I showed talent with the horses, he tought me what he knew. Which, well, was a lot.
My sisters, light save them, were pretty horrible at times. They used to call me horrible names, and say I was the daughter of a trolloc, or they'd wish darkfiends would take me in the night. I remember this one time, when I was swimming alone in a creek, they crept up behind me, and stoll my clothes! I was so embarassed that I had to walk home naked! Oh, light save me, all the boys in town saw me and laughed. My Mother, worst of all, only shook her head. No one was punished. I hated that.
But, I learned quickly. I learned how to be sneeky, and how to push away an oncoming swing. I had to learn myself how to defend myself. All my life I was picked on, and you either learn how to deal with it, or you're crushed. And I grew stronger.
It was then, when I was 16, that I decided to leave home. My Mother was introducing me to suitors around town, other wealthy merchants who could use a good Domani wife. Father was pressuring me to take over the business, when he got old, to keep his stable alive. My oldest sister was to be married soon, to a noble house. But, I knew my life was meant for more. More than what I could find here. I didn't want to marry, and I didn't want to be a merchant. My mother was against it completely, of course. She wouldn't have a daughter of hers going off to war. Light, that would be scandalous. Father was just sad. Like it hurt him that I didn't want to take over from him. He wouldn't give his blessing and just said, "listen to your mother". Right. She knows what's best. Whatever. I just waited. I didn't bring it up, and my sisters would just snidly make remarks.
It was late one night in Spring, that I went down to town. I was looking for Father in the inns. Mother told me that he needed to come back home. So off I went. From street to street, I looked for Father, but I couldn't find the inn he was in. His friends would say he left ages ago, or an hour ago, then 10 minutes. I was certain I was going to find him. I was so certain that I didn't notice the people who were following me from bar to bar. I left one place, intent to find father at the next inn, when I was jumped. Three men came at me with swords. They smiled as they approached. "Hey little girl, why are you out so late?" They snickered.
I couldn't escape. I didn't know what they would do, but I knew it wasn't good. They struck, and I screamed. It's funny what can happen when you're under pressure like that. And, how your perception of time can change. It only took a few mintues, they told me afterward to arrive, but it felt like forever while I was in the moment. With each attack they made, I swiftly moved out of the way, using their bodies against them. Sure I got a few scratches, but I couldn't feel anything as I twirled around the three men, ducking under sword swings, and kicking out at their knees. Only a few minutes.
I was surrounded by the towns folk when my father arrived. Drunk, and sobing, he hugged me in the street, saying over and over how he was sorry. I wasn't sure why he was apologizing, but it didn't really matter. Mom still needed him at home. Shock. It's interesting what you think about after that happens to you. I started to take my father home, and he whispered over and over that I needed to go. It wasn't safe, and I needed to follow my dreams. That night, father gave me his best horse, and sent me off to the Grey tower to learn. I knew I wasn't a channeler, but I still wanted to learn.
And that's how I came to be here. Just your average life, no? So, what about you, stranger. What's your life story?
Career History
- Drin
- Ji'val (19 March 2010)
