Nephuria Sul'aron

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Nephuria Sul'aron; Future Amyrlin/from the White Ajah
Topic Started: Sep 12 2009, 08:06 PM (70 Views)
Nephuria Sul'aron	Sep 12 2009, 08:06 PM Post #1
Amyrlin Seat Posts: 67 Group: Admin Member #335 Joined: September 11, 2009	Name: Nephuria Sul’aron Age: 184 Nationality: Tairen, (Tear) Height: 5’7” or 170.18 cm. Weight: 125 Lbs. or 56.699 kg. Division: Aes Sedai Position: The Amyrlin Seat Personality: Nephuria has been Aes Sedai for a long time, although she wasn’t born for the departure of the Lord Dragon, she came soon enough after to be born to a world still somewhat holding it’s breathe. Every day was a gift, and Nephuria was raised to believe this. Each day had the potential to hold chances; it was how you chose to deal with them that defined what you were about. She loves her work, and is loyal to the tips of her toes to the Tower. Nephuria is a warm woman, but tends to forgive easily, enough to get as close as she could to her so called enemies. Her father had taught her well, the Tower had made it better, refining and adding to her elementary education. Nephuria tends to think everything through, not afraid to ask someone to wait for the answer. She is meticulous, and part of the fun in her work, as she sees it, is the hunt. Appearance: Nephuria stands at average height, her long raven black hair is identifiable through her matching darker skin tone, and she was mixed, with something other than her father’s blood, although that realization came later in life. She is thin, and beautiful, although, without the gifts of Aes Sedai agelessness, she would only be called pretty by some. Her eyes are dark and her lips full; she prefers light colored clothing, silks mainly. The nicely spun cotton was for winter, when even some of the halls within the Tower turned chilly. Position: Sister of the White Ajah Aes Sedai- Power Strength 91 (Strong) Strength Broken Down: Years as Novice-+ 5/50 Years as Accepted- +7/50 Years as Sister-+38/50 ------------------- Over all Add- +50/50 Base: 41 Add: 50 for Experience and it's 91 41+50=91 Weaving Strength Broken Down: Spirit: 9/10 Earth 6/10 Fire 7/10 Water: 9/10 Air: 10/10 Talents: Mirror of mist, Inverting Weaves, Masking the Glow History: Nephuria was born to a common man and woman in the city of Tear. Things had changed rapidly in the past few years, although her parents were young, and hadn’t lived to know anything other than the way things were now. She grew up poorly, uneducated out of the sixth grade when she was forced to begin work in a seam shop within the city. She never would really forgive her mother for not getting a job and making her quit school, she had enjoyed getting out of there hovel of a home in the muddy shack-city surrounding the city of Tear. The seam shop in which she worked was located on the paved stone streets within the walls of the city, she felt out of place there in the beginning. It was nearly two years later that the young girl was becoming a woman, Nephuria found herself venturing from the small apartment in which she lived, really it was more of a room with an added on kitchen attached. It was more than she could ask for, living alone on what meager earnings she had, but she cleaned the people’s house below on her days off and worked to pay the little they asked of her. She had enough to eat, and the master seamstress of the shop had taken her as an apprentice. She wore finely cut clothes now, cut in the fashion of Tear's nobility and made of silk. Her skin was evening out, getting no darker, as It had done slowly since she was very young. She was caramel color now, naturally tanned with full lips and body beginning to show hints of coming curves. Her long raven black hair was long; her friend Alyssa cut it for her on nights she stayed over every few months. She walked into work with a large smile on her face that quickly evaporated as she bowed to the room of two finely dressed women and her boss. One of the women turned, her face beautiful, but something about it seemed odd. Nephuria could not put an age to her. When she rose from her bow, Nephuria noticed the ring on her left hand. Aes Sedai. “Honor to you Aes Sedai.” Nephuria stated numbly. What were they doing here? She looked at her boss, who simply watched her with a curious look. What had they been talking about? What ensued was an ambush of sorts, the woman who turned around first spoke for them, but it was obvious she spoke for her boss as well. The woman sat, looking almost regal behind the other two women. Suddenly her boss’s odd ways suddenly fit in, she realized so lately she had been working with a member of the Tower’s information network. Nephuria was told that she no longer had a job, but that the Sister’s had better news for her, when she began to protest. She could channel, without question, without doubt, she would channel one day, tomorrow or 5 years from now. But it would happen, and without help she would die. Once in the Novice books Nephuria began to learn again, with a craving as if she had been starved from something she needed to live. She learned to read, and write with a flowing elegant hand, she learned the basics and theory of the One Power. The first time she touch the Power was like the first time you see the world she would imagine, everything seemed new, alive, and bright. The memory is faded with time, but the feeling she will always remember. In her five years as a Novice, Nephuria found a passion for philosophy, and the arcane aspects of the mind. She was often found studying or writing alone in a garden. That was one thing about Novice hood she remembers; she had had friends, but none that sought her out outside of class. In her fourth year as a Novice it was discovered Nephuria would one day be very strong in the element of Air, perhaps as strong a woman could be in this area, her potential was remarkable among the Sister’s whom she met. One day, they would tell her, you will do great things. She smiled at that then, later she began to believe it. She was called out of her room in the night the middle of her 5th year as a Novice. Summoned to the Basements of the White Tower, where the Black Tower would never venture, they held the sacred ceremony. Three arches, three different lives. The first, she was a young woman, living in Tear, a nobleman, son of a lady she sewed for, was attempting to court her, and she was being flirty, yet resistant, playing coy. Her life was great, she owned her own home, and soon her Master Seamstress would retire, leaving Nephuria the shop. Life was good. War came, harsh and fast, the docks of Tear were gone, whipped from the earth, as were pieces of the city. The Stone was torn asunder, and above all else, she watched as the ground opened in the street, her soon to be fiancé walked forth, fire covering the skeletal face she once knew. She would kill him for his treachery, end his miserable life. She went to reach for the source, and the door home opened. ‘It will come but once’ she ran though, teeth grinding. The second and third were only worse, and something Nephuria tries not to think about. She emerged from the third arch, bloody, although it was not her own blood. She was washed clean, and all pondered this situation, what was in those portals? She joined the ranks of Accepted at age 21. Seven years of studying lead her to a decision on which Ajah she would join. She sought there council in her final year, expressing her interest. The Towers were in some turmoil as they battled the Whitecloaks, although the initiates of the Tower were not informed on the situation, only what they could catch from Sister’s which was usually so twisted by the time it reached you it was worthless. Her gifts in the Power began to flourish, along with the honing of her mind. If she wasn’t readying a study related book, it was something on battles, or memoirs from old Aes Sedai. The 100 weaves were no easy task, but Nephuria bared her teeth, grinding them audibly, biting her tongue and chewing her cheek; through the test. She passed, and received the Shawl of the White Ajah, welcomed by the Amyrlin Seat. Nephuria spent nearly her first eighty years in the Tower waiting on the ageless features to take her before being allowed to safely leave the Tower alone. In this time she met many Sister’s from all Ajahs. She got to know them, making friend, seeing faces of the other newly raised, there was an influx in the recent novice ranks, and it seemed on a steady climb, if a slow one. Nephuria was Aes Sedai for a few years before the large war broke out, and the Amyrlin herself ended up openly confessing her love for the Master of Arm’s Robert Laurel. She was known, and friend with the woman, although she had never suspected the two of them to be romantic together. The fighting had called on most all who would go to Battle, and Nephuria felt herself called to battle, she was strong, one of the highest in her Ajah, or the Tower. She had departed the Tower with six of her Sisters. She could still remember their faces, smiling, angry, crying. They had endured much together, the loss of the first person of the party had been devastating, waking them all up. And arrow had gone through her heart while they rode. Shamisa loosed a fireball, engulfing the tree from which the men took cover. They rode fast, fleeing there unseen attackers. Jasiel's horse ran with her dead body locked in his stirrups, she would never forget the sight. That had been the second night after Nephuria had opened the gate to bring them to the heart of enemy lands. They were all strong in the Power, and smart women besides. Even that did not save them. By demand of the First they were sent out to do what damage they could to the enemy trade routes and key cities. At first things had gone well. Nephuria, masking her glow would venture into a city under an inverted Mist Mirror and do some recon. Later in the night the five of the would sneak into the city, channeling enough to scare off any lone channeler who might be near, they were all strong, and together would light up the hillside with saidar as silos that held food or water were struck down, ripped apart by Air or torched to light up the city with Fire. They hit a few of the major supply routes as they left to supply the large army. Detestation was for both sides here. The women had a plan, while Shamisa, Nephuria, and Lantelle attacked, Rojery and Morgerain would defend them, both of them were excellent ward weavers. The sprawling caravan seemed to snake like a giant bug as the women waited for Nephuria to open the gate to bring them within eye sight of the people down below. As they ran through, weaves already forming, they were faced by a surprise attack. Within the canvas tents of the caravan, hide soldier armed with crossbows and men with swords hidden as they sat atop their horses. It was an ambush. Arrows immediately rained down on them, the sky seeming to darken with the sheer number of them. Lantelle wove Fire, turning a nearby wagon into a roaring bonfire, exploding with the ale on board, spreading through the ranks of men, some archers who were on the wagon ran out screaming wildly, skin dripping off like rubber. Nephuria wove a giant wall of Air, the arrows seemed to hit nothing as they fell from the heavens to the ground in between the two armies. She noticed the men among the wagon's resolve faltering, Aes Sedai, they faced Aes Sedai. Some turned and ran, other drew swords or knocked bows, letting loose more arrows. Rojery was weaving wards left and right, half defensive, the others very nasty traps waiting to go off as horse neared. Unfortunately she had stepped closer to the line, and was quickly made a pincushion with arrows. Morgerain took an arrow through the eye, falling to her knees before laying flat on her face, forcing the arrow through he back of her skull. Shamisa screamed something unintelligible, she reached for the Power, more than any woman unaided could safely pull. Fire erupted in rocky explosions as the earth seemed to explode beneath the road, lines racing to the left and right of there origin with sickening speed and efficient brutality. Shamisa began to glow, flames of the Power licking her skin. Her screams soon turned to pain and death instead of anger and retribution. She was drawing to much, far to much, her body was given over to saidar, no evidence of her remained. Nephuria looked at the few horsemen left to charge them. She was still in shock, Shamisa had been a friend, and a collected well thought woman, she must have really been sent over a mental edge. Nephuria turned to Lantelle looking at her with wide eyes. They new they had no chance, horses and men were running up the road now, reinforcements. Nephuria opened a gate to the countryside of Tar Valon, launching lightening from the sky among the oncoming men, the explosion of earth from the contact flung some men to the ones around them, causing there movement to slow. Nephuria yelled at Lantelle to hurry, and the woman listened, coming running for the portal, for safety. She made it through, and as Nephuria ran to follow, an arrow whisked past her left ear. Time slowed as she screamed running through letting the gate fall, knowing she was not fast enough, a ward of Air flung from her hand as the arrow pierced Lantelle's vertebra. The arrow was sliced in half by Nephuria's weave, but not stopped. It entered Lantelle's lungs, filling them with blood, the shaft unseen. Nephuria went to her side, preparing to Heal her, turning the woman over to find two death glazed eyes that no longer saw this world. Tears unshorn for so long came now, like unstoppable waterfalls from her face as she bent, racked with sobs. She was alone, she had taken these women to there deaths, she should have made them return, they knew they had been pressing their luck. That had been some nights ago, after Nephuria had given her sister over to the flames of saidar, a funeral with only her there, to lament and remember the beautiful woman. She had staid there for a time, remembering each of the women who had fallen. As sun broke the horizon she headed out afoot toward Tar Valon. She had been walking for a few days now, still recalling the trip, still wondering over how they had been outdone, how she would explain it to the friends of those women. She entered Tar Valon a mess but unknowing of it. As she ventured aimlessly, men and women moving out of her way. She didn't know her silks were covered in blood, or gashed from walking among the thorny brushes in the countryside. She entered the Tower to fall to her knees, sobbing. Two women from her Ajah found her quickly, taking her to there Halls in secrecy. She awoke some days later, hungry enough to eat a horse. She drank warm honeyed goats milk, and ate a large plate of food before the First entered her rooms to hear her report. When she finished her tale, the woman smiled sadly, patting Nephuria's hand sympathetically. She told her how proud she was of her, and how there was nothing she could have done. The woman apologized of all things. More time passed, slowly. The Towers stood whole, as the last days of battle were drawn out, the losing side refusing to simply lay down their weapons. Nephuria had known fear again, and it wasn't pleasant after so many years of assured superiority. With the war over and the establishment of a new kingdom, the Amyrlin Sapphira Calren came to Nephuria late one day, hooded and obviously not wanting to draw notice. She had entered without a knock, and spoken low. She smiled though, friendly and conspiratorially. She told Nephuria she was going to resign, but wanted to teach her the ropes before she left, she was offering her help to the woman she wanted to replace her? It baffled Nephuria for a time, until she realized Sapphira wanted the best for the Tower, not herself. She was making sure she would be able to lead as she should. Nephuria found a deep respect for the woman. In the days that followed Nephuria found herself in line for the Position of Amyrlin. She was called to the Hall, and before them she was summoned to the service of the White Tower. When it was over She sported the Stole and Staff like badges of honor, humbly accepting her position. She smiled at all the women present, making a small speech of thanks and promises to uphold the Law and the Tower’s name. With the removal of two of the vows of Aes Sedai, only one lasted. 'I vow to speak no word that is untrue.' Nephuria held the rod in her hand as she removed her oaths, and re-swore the single promise. Her youth returned to her, she seemed younger, felt younger in her bones. The new oath gave her the look of agelessness in a way, but no where near what it once was. She marveled at this, but it seemed the same had happened to all of the older Sister's who were sworn to the old oaths. Youth restored, another chance at life long lead. The world became a much more wondrous place. Soon parties would be sent out, bringing in women of all ages and stations of life to sign the Novice books. Everyone had something to give, and the Tower would have them all under it's reign. Even those not strong enough to pass Accepted, would find a home somewhere among the Tower, in the field or in the Tower itself. Edited by Nephuria Sul'aron, Sep 13 2009, 08:57 PM.



Nephuria Sul'aron	Sep 12 2009, 08:10 PM Post #2
Amyrlin Seat Posts: 67 Group: Admin Member #335 Joined: September 11, 2009	I will flesh it out/ clear up some of the History once the RP and history are updated.



Reor Rahidram	Sep 13 2009, 07:10 AM Post #3
M'hael Posts: 264 Group: Admin Member #309 Joined: November 9, 2008	Awesome. Approved. You can start the RP now, although once the war is figured out I would like some information on what she did during it. It doesn't have to be much, something on the lines of 'she stayed in the Tower during the great war, educating the novices/doing research/whatever Whites do'. Or whatever you want Nephuria doing.
	Talents: Travelling, Spinning Earthfire, Inverting Weaves Artwork by M.Luisa Giliberti.


Nephuria Sul'aron	Sep 13 2009, 02:34 PM Post #4
Amyrlin Seat Posts: 67 Group: Admin Member #335 Joined: September 11, 2009	Here's what I added for the War; The fighting had called on most all who would go to Battle, and Nephuria felt herself called to battle, she was strong, one of the highest in her Ajah, or the Tower. She had departed the Tower with six of her Sisters. She could still remember their faces, smiling, angry, crying. They had endured much together, the loss of the first person of the party had been devastating, waking them all up. And arrow had gone through her heart while they rode. Shamisa loosed a fireball, engulfing the tree from which the men took cover. They rode fast, fleeing there unseen attackers. Jasiel's horse ran with her dead body locked in his stirrups, she would never forget the sight. That had been the second night after Nephuria had opened the gate to bring them to the heart of enemy lands. They were all strong in the Power, and smart women besides. Even that did not save them. By demand of the First they were sent out to do what damage they could to the enemy trade routes and key cities. At first things had gone well. Nephuria, masking her glow would venture into a city under an inverted Mist Mirror and do some recon. Later in the night the five of the would sneak into the city, channeling enough to scare off any lone channeler who might be near, they were all strong, and together would light up the hillside with saidar as silos that held food or water were struck down, ripped apart by Air or torched to light up the city with Fire. They hit a few of the major supply routes as they left to supply the large army. Detestation was for both sides here. The women had a plan, while Shamisa, Nephuria, and Lantelle attacked, Rojery and Morgerain would defend them, both of them were excellent ward weavers. The sprawling caravan seemed to snake like a giant bug as the women waited for Nephuria to open the gate to bring them within eye sight of the people down below. As they ran through, weaves already forming, they were faced by a surprise attack. Within the canvas tents of the caravan, hide soldier armed with crossbows and men with swords hidden as they sat atop their horses. It was an ambush. Arrows immediately rained down on them, the sky seeming to darken with the sheer number of them. Lantelle wove Fire, turning a nearby wagon into a roaring bonfire, exploding with the ale on board, spreading through the ranks of men, some archers who were on the wagon ran out screaming wildly, skin dripping off like rubber. Nephuria wove a giant wall of Air, the arrows seemed to hit nothing as they fell from the heavens to the ground in between the two armies. She noticed the men among the wagon's resolve faltering, Aes Sedai, they faced Aes Sedai. Some turned and ran, other drew swords or knocked bows, letting loose more arrows. Rojery was weaving wards left and right, half defensive, the others very nasty traps waiting to go off as horse neared. Unfortunately she had stepped closer to the line, and was quickly made a pincushion with arrows. Morgerain took an arrow through the eye, falling to her knees before laying flat on her face, forcing the arrow through he back of her skull. Shamisa screamed something unintelligible, she reached for the Power, more than any woman unaided could safely pull. Fire erupted in rocky explosions as the earth seemed to explode beneath the road, lines racing to the left and right of there origin with sickening speed and efficient brutality. Shamisa began to glow, flames of the Power licking her skin. Her screams soon turned to pain and death instead of anger and retribution. She was drawing to much, far to much, her body was given over to saidar, no evidence of her remained. Nephuria looked at the few horsemen left to charge them. She was still in shock, Shamisa had been a friend, and a collected well thought woman, she must have really been sent over a mental edge. Nephuria turned to Lantelle looking at her with wide eyes. They new they had no chance, horses and men were running up the road now, reinforcements. Nephuria opened a gate to the countryside of Tar Valon, launching lightening from the sky among the oncoming men, the explosion of earth from the contact flung some men to the ones around them, causing there movement to slow. Nephuria yelled at Lantelle to hurry, and the woman listened, coming running for the portal, for safety. She made it through, and as Nephuria ran to follow, an arrow whisked past her left ear. Time slowed as she screamed running through letting the gate fall, knowing she was not fast enough, a ward of Air flung from her hand as the arrow pierced Lantelle's vertebra. The arrow was sliced in half by Nephuria's weave, but not stopped. It entered Lantelle's lungs, filling them with blood, the shaft unseen. Nephuria went to her side, preparing to Heal her, turning the woman over to find two death glazed eyes that no longer saw this world. Tears unshorn for so long came now, like unstoppable waterfalls from her face as she bent, racked with sobs. She was alone, she had taken these women to there deaths, she should have made them return, they knew they had been pressing their luck. That had been some nights ago, after Nephuria had given her sister over to the flames of saidar, a funeral with only her there, to lament and remember the beautiful woman. She had staid there for a time, remembering each of the women who had fallen. As sun broke the horizon she headed out afoot toward Tar Valon. She had been walking for a few days now, still recalling the trip, still wondering over how they had been outdone, how she would explain it to the friends of those women. She entered Tar Valon a mess but unknowing of it. As she ventured aimlessly, men and women moving out of her way. She didn't know her silks were covered in blood, or gashed from walking among the thorny brushes in the countryside. She entered the Tower to fall to her knees, sobbing. Two women from her Ajah found her quickly, taking her to there Halls in secrecy. She awoke some days later, hungry enough to eat a horse. She drank warm honeyed goats milk, and ate a large plate of food before the First entered her rooms to hear her report. When she finished her tale, the woman smiled sadly, patting Nephuria's hand sympathetically. She told her how proud she was of her, and how there was nothing she could have done. The woman apologized of all things. More time passed, slowly. The Towers stood whole, as the last days of battle were drawn out, the losing side refusing to simply lay down their weapons. Nephuria had known fear again, and it wasn't pleasant after so many years of assured superiority.



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