Wheel of Time MUD

Character Bio
Reyne Verenhald
Age: 40
Gender: Female, She / Her
Nationality: Taraboner
4'11", 105 lbs

Oval shaped face, slightly-past-shoulder length raven black hair which is usually either tied back loosely with a dark blue band or let free. Fairly pale as she dislikes being out in the sun for very long and gravitates towards the shade when she must be. Smokey grey eyes. Her nose has a very slight upturn at the end. She has a slight mark on her bottom lip where she likes to lightly chew while lost in deep thought.

An Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah.

Shawled in the last few years so getting the ageless look but not quite all the way there. She does not necessarily like to advertise that she is an Aes Sedai to the world but does enjoy wearing the colors of her Ajah when she is able. Tends to not go for ostentatious clothing although does enjoy a nicely cut dress from time to time.

Currently residing in Tar Valon.

Background
Born in the large town of Elmora but lived in Tanchico from an early age.

Reyne grew up the daughter of a moderately successful merchant in Tarabon. At an early age, her mother succumbed to a fast acting illness which left her and her two brothers to be raised alone by their father. She was educated alongside them in the ways of trade and commerce but the focus was always more on her brothers' education; leaving her to her own devices much of the time. This gave her opportunities her to explore Tanchico and to learn and discover on her own. This all fostered a fierce independent streak although this also means she is sometimes over-reluctant to ask for help when she probably should.

Her father was fair, if not necessarily kind, but very strict. He was always more interested in his career and potential advancement of his house in status and rank than familial bonds or loving connections. Eventually this resulted in leaving her family in the dead of night to seek shelter in Tar Valon as she refused to be forcibly married off to another family bearing noble blood. Upon her arrival she also discovered she was a channeler of the One Power and did not take much convincing to be put in the novice book.

She has always maintained outward tranquility well, even before coming to the Tower. It was a necessary skill in her previous life. She has had, however, to work on her temper which could often be goaded out of her without too much effort. She firmly believes that a smile and a kind word will have people trusting her (and potentially spilling secrets) faster than any threats or bullying would. Quick to forgive although also quick to perceive a slight and can bear a grudge for a long time.


What situations upset this character?
The strong preying on the weak.

What makes this character happy?
To see the Tower and its initiates grow in strength.


(OOC: Spoiler alert for where my RP story is going I guess but it's also background I've given to people before.)

Reposting the origin story here so the threads can be merged, per Ely's organization.

Ely edit 29 Jul 2021:

1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.

Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o/x

Total: 1 qps

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I've been meaning to write a background / origin story for a while; so here goes! Nothing too exciting just yet, wanted to kind of get my bearings and whatnot. Also didn't want to make it too long for a first entry.

The crowd roared as the glittering display of fireworks illuminated the Great Circle, marking the end of the day’s races. “Come on, Reyne, we’re going to be late!” buzzed in her ear, alongside an insistent tugging at her sleeve. Her older brother, Vars, ever anxious to please their father.

Reyne sighed, and patted her pocket. “Fine. Let’s go.”

She turned away from the festivities, her taller brother loping alongside behind her. Behind him came two of their father’s burlier employees. More fireworks crackled in the evening sky, more cheers from the pleased crowd. The plaster buildings flashed brightly with every explosion.

“It’s not as if you don’t see these all the time,” her brother pointed out, adjusting his veil.

A short walk took them to one of the great merchant harbors lining the city’s waterfronts. Although quieter at night, the harbor still buzzed with activity. The massive network of docks was never truly asleep. Street vendors would be hawking wares well into the night until dawn cracked the horizon again. Merchant vessels brought cargoes and gossip from across the world at all hours of night or day; their only true schedule being the tides and waves. The various taverns dotting the shore likewise kept busy at all hours.

“There it is, yes?” murmured Vars.

There it was indeed. A sleek Sea Folk cutter made to soar through the ocean waves was already attracting a crowd of buzzing wholesalers, like flies swarming spilled honey. The ship was carrying Sea Folk porcelain. More precious than its weight in gold, the porcelain was desired by aristocracy, nobility, or anyone with the coin to fancy themselves as such. A very highly prized commodity, and one in short supply of late due to unseasonal storms. Even Tar Valon’s stoic Aes Sedai ended up paying out the nose for the stuff while pretending to not be interested in it. Most of this trade flowed through Tanchico’s trade centers, conveniently located near the Sea Folk isles. It would be purchased in bulk, marked up, and sent out on heavily guarded caravans or river ships; the merchants and the Panarch's tax collectors becoming fat and happy as a result. In recent months, their father had charged them with purchasing in an effort to pass down the family business. “Best is just to dive in,” he liked to repeat.

“About bloody time!” scowled a hooded figure leaned against a wagon near the ship’s berth. Their other brother, Tomas, eldest of the three.

“Why are you always skulking about like a thief, Tomas?” Reyne beamed at him, her grin just visible under a sheer veil. Tomas grinned back from under a thick moustache, wordlessly, his veil loosely hanging from one ear.

Vars clapped his brother on the shoulder, “well, let’s get to it.”


(OOC: I know not much is happening yet but I wanted to lay out the scene. I have quite a bit more in mind, just need to actually write it out and be happy with it heh.)