Accepted Kaia Ariasca

Biography — Writing History

Written By: Jenn
Created: July 2010
Raised: Jan 2011

Curriculum Vitae

  • Gender: F
  • Hometown: Bandar Eban, Arad Doman

Channeling Information

  • Elemental Strengths (strong to weak): Earth, Fire, Air, Spirit, Water,
  • Talents: Spinning Earthfire and Earth Singing
  • Aspiring Ajah: Blue

Physical Description

Endowed with the features and beauty of a typical Domani, Kaia has the added touch of the exotic: flawless emerald green eyes, a gift from a doting, if somewhat smothering, Kandori grandmother. Hair the blue-black of a raven’s wing is usually kept in a thick braid, hanging to mid-back. Coppery rich skin serves to accentuate the deep green eyes framed with long, curling lashes. Unfortunately, this is all balanced out by the fact that she is of below average height for a Domani (approximately 5’4”) and somewhat lacking in physical grace. One might even go so far as to say she is a bit clumsy, but never within earshot. Kaia is quick to laugh, but even quicker to temper. Despite her beauty, or perhaps because of it, she is a contradictory mix of confident pride fused with self-doubt. She tends to be judgmental and will change her opinion only when force fed indisputable proof. When wronged (imaginary or otherwise), she is fully capable of holding a grudge indefinitely, and will nurture said grudge until she feels the offending party has been ‘appropriately punished.’

Biography

My life wasn’t one of misery.  It wasn’t one of misfortune.  True, my eighteen years had not passed as a story of the princess in those silly gleeman’s tales, but then again, is there any woman alive who can say such things about her place in the Pattern?  If there was a tale to be told about my life, it would be about how I had an uncanny ability to avoid trouble.  It was not that I never got into trouble, quite the opposite actually.  It was that when time came for me to face the consequences of my actions, my parents could never find me when I didn’t wish them to, and I thought myself quite clever and adept at hiding.

Things change though, as they are prone to.  It was becoming dangerous in Bandar Eban…  Well, not just Bandar Eban.  The whole of Arad Doman, Tarabon, Altara…all of it was becoming too dangerous.  What, with rumours of approaching invasions, riots, murders and killings beneath the light of day, it was decided that we couldn’t stay.  Where we would go was hotly debated; my mother wanted Andor and Caemlyn; my father, Far Madding; my grandma, Chachin and Kandor, the place of her birth.  My siblings and I stayed quiet, not that we were given leave to voice in the deciding of things.  When the decision was finally made, it was a great compromise, but all could agree on it.  We would go to Tar Valon, where we could start anew, but more importantly, we would all be safe.

Safe.

Their desire to be safe…cost me my freedom.

The time on the road with our caravan was without incident, much to my parent’s relief.  Our guards were adept, but not as numerous as my father would have liked.  Against a truly determined robbing, there would be little we could do to defend against it.  My siblings and I tried to remain as unnoticed as possible, but there were only so many seats in the wagons and carts.  I was resigned to walk, though my grandma was always sure to make it so that I walked next to her place on the sturdy carriage.  The road was littered every now and again with wooden husks of unfortunate caravans that resembled ours, burnt and stripped of everything that held value.  We had passed some unsavory looking sorts along the road.  Why hadn’t we been singled out?

We were a day’s journey from Tar Valon when my fate was sealed.  The high and mighty Anesune Sedai swooped down across our path and things would never again be the same for me.  My life had not been perfect.  But what was important, what is still most important, was that my life was mine and I did just fine before Anesune-bloody-Sedai intruded upon it.  She flashed the Great Serpent ring at my parents, then without stopping to draw breath, the Aes Sedai fairly accused me of channeling and demanded that I tell her who taught me such weaves and how long I had been doing so without proper guidance from the Tower.

At the uncomprehending looks, the word ‘Wilder’ slipped from her tongue and before the hour was over, without even asking what I wanted, without even a look directly at me, Anesune Sedai removed me from my family who had been ordered to camp in a nearby copse of trees for the night.  Without another word, she practically hauled me onto her pack horse and we rode straight to Tar Valon.  Anesune Sedai had good reason to hurry.  According to her, I had just begun to touch saidar and she insisted that I was a huge danger.  I would later find that while traveling, I had used the Power to keep myself – and by extension anyone or anything that I wished – hidden.

My grandma would tell me that it is a great honour to become Aes Sedai and I suppose in the Borderlands that would be true.  But I am not in the Borderlands.

The truth of the matter is I am all but a prisoner here, in the White Tower, housed in a room that would barely fit my mother’s bathtub.  I have been forbidden to leave on pain of death, for that is what they promised would happen if I did not learn to conqueror this and properly channel.  I am not even permitted to see my family and they reside in the same city as I.  It was deemed inappropriate to allow me such a distraction from my studies in the White Tower.  Anesune Sedai claimed that they would break me and re-make me into a proper Aes Sedai.  I will prove her wrong.  They will not break me.  And when I succeed, I will make Anesune-bloody-Sedai the first to swallow her words.

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