Zylvi Valdora

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Zylvi Valdora
Sill-VEE Val-DOR-uh
Created by Tiffany
Information
Gender Female
Occupation Novice
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Children
  • One (1) unnamed daughter
Nationality Tairen

Zylvi Valdora is a Tairen Novice of the Grey Tower.

Description

Zylvi stands at 5'2" and weighs 120 lbs. She has long, dark and curly hair that she wears pulled back at all times. Her skin is pale and eyes are a deep blue. One might mistake her for Cairhienin, but her thick Tairen accent corrects them. Zylvi is a very quiet woman, who speaks only when she feels it is necessary. She often appears timid, but only because she has a block. A block that only allows her to channel when she is frightened.

Biography

Screams echo through the night in the city of Tear. Neighbors close their doors and pretend not to hear. The guards stand solemnly seeming uncompassionate as they drag the young woman from her home. Her hair is frizzled in disarray and tears stream down her pale cheeks. Her blue eyes plead with the guard, but he ignores her. Several rips run raggedly through her dress, torn by the struggles she persisted upon their arrival. Her husband stands by the table, holding their precious baby girl of two years, with fright in his eyes. Fright for his wife, not the guards. Fright for the untameable power she holds.

Chairs lay strewn across the floor, where they had seemingly flown of their own accord. Shattered dish pieces litter the floor and knives are stuck in the walls. The baby cries, burying her head into her father's chest. He stares in disbelief as his wife collapses from exhaustion, and the terrifying nightmare only begins.

Heaving heavy sobs, Zylvi Valdora can fight no more. The guards of Tear take her away, leaving behind her husband and only child. Into the deep dark night they go, placing her on a horse and a guide to take her halfway across the world. With every muscle aching, her fear dissipates and anger settles in as she tries to stay on the horse. Her stomache rolls as the nightmare replays in her mind.

Zylvi stood in the marketplace, her little girl standing by her side. She was looking over the fruit, deciding which ones were the most fresh. She glanced down to look at her daughter only to find she wasn't there. Fear gripped her and she whirled around, her blue eyes darting through the crowd. Then, she spotted her. The little one was bent over, examining a bug on the cobblestone. Relief flooded through her. Then came the scream.

"Watch out! Runaway horse! Runaway horse!"

She jerked her head and saw a horse barreling through the crowd tramping whoever was in its path. Then her head jerked back to her daughter. The horse was headed for her baby! Her baby was going to be trampled! The fear returned, so intense she could feel it pulsing through every vein in her body. She reached out her arms as if she could sweep her child up from so far away and . . . and . . . her child was flying through the air towards her! The child landed right in her embrace! The horse flew by, but everyone's eyes were on her now.

"Witch!" someone cried, pointing.

She ran as fast as she could, jouncing her little one on her hip. She ran home, thinking her husband would protect her. He betrayed her, calling the guards and stealing her child away. She fought, now knowing how, but simply letting the fear lead her. She fought until all her strength was gone and the fear had drained from her body. She fought until she could fight no more and they took her away.

Zylvi Valdora travels for weeks upon weeks, trekking through Andor and the Two Rivers and ascending the Mountains of Mist until the grand gates appear. Her guide quickly drops her off, stating she can channel to the young girl who greets them and then disappears. Despite the girl's friendly smiles and chatty voice, Zylvi is filled with dread as she ventures into her new life.

Career History

  • Novice