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Author Topic: Adavera ibna Sadagh  (Read 3529 times)

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Adavera ibna Sadagh
« on: Feb 23, 17, 04:02:34 PM »
The Basics
Character Name: Adavera ibna Sadagh zaw Torin
Nicknames:Veevee, Vera, Adavera al-Jinan
Age and Birth Year: 32, born 162ap
Race: 1/2 Dhemlanese, 1/2 Pruulian (1/2 long lived)
Caste: Witch
Birth Territory: Clan Jinan, Pruul
Home Territory:  Pruul

Birthright Jewel: 1/2 landen
Offering Jewel: Cut Tiger's Eye

Role:Executioner
Faction: Elenor's Court


Appearance
Play By:  Alexandra Palamarchuk
Distinguishing Features: 
  Vera moves very carefully, and tends to have her shoulders tucked in whenever in a crowded space due to spending 6 years in the mines.  When moving slowly, it takes a very careful eye to notice her gait.  However, the moment she begins to pick up speed the limp in her right leg becomes apparent.

Personality


Personality: 
  Vera al-Jinan is known for being quiet and reserved.  Where others will leap up to dance during a festival, she will simply settle into a comfortable position with a bit of water and enjoy watching.  Where others will sing, and laugh, and generally be jovial... she will be seen watching.  It isn't that she's unhappy, or even necessarily uncomfortable with the idea of joining in.  The problem is that she knows she will stumble, she will likely fall... and then she will have to deal with the looks of sympathy.  Or worse.. pity.  A woman in her position has to maintain some pride.  There is little that can more quickly raise her temper than a look of pity.  Or having to deal with any sort of leader from the Sabbah.  After all, they were supposed to hold the leash of the Geiba.
  Once one gets to know her, however, Vera is a kind and warm hearted creature who wishes only to help her people prosper without falling prey to the same corruption that she has seen others succumb to.  She thinks before she speaks, and when she speaks, her quiet intonations tend to force people to listen.  She does her best to be impartial of course but those who know her well know that it can be a real fight when she has to deal fairly with a certain powerful clan in any sort of diplomatic way.
  Each movement she makes is deliberate, and made with care.  There is no real grace to her movements anymore, unless she is on horse back.  There, and only there, can the echo of the girl she once was be seen.
 

Likes:
  • 1.  Drinks.  Any drink.  If it is wet, then it is loved.  Where others might chug their drinks down, she always seems to savor it.  Make it last.  Those who do not know her will never understand why.  Those who do know her are aware that interrupting her when she actually has her cup at her lips is cruel.
  • 2.  Survivors -  Anyone who survives hardships will instantly have more of her respect than someone who has not.  Of course, her idea of hardship is very different from most; that being said, she does have a sense of relativity.  A child who is lost for three days in the desert and survives will be beloved far more quickly than an adult who has endured the same.
  • 3.  Horses -  She is Jinan.  Of course she loves horses.  But ever since returning from the Mines, she has developed a special sort of bond with the horses of her clan.  They are peaceful in their spirit, and she does her best to be amongst them whenever the nightmares or terrors return.  Among them, she can forget, for a little while.  Their smell, their sounds, their movements... these are all things that bring her peace.
Dislikes:
  • 1.  The Geiba - No.  She shouldn't despise them as she does... it just isn't wise for someone who is the Voice of a Clan to despise another as she does.  Whenever the Geiba come up in conversation, she will grow quiet and do her best to keep her face as neutral as possible... but inwardly she is seething in rage for the horrors she saw committed in those mines.  The Geiba paid the ultimate price for their dishonor, but still, the Clan that should have controlled them has gotten away with nary a slap on the wrist.
  • 2.  Greed - Greed has caused most of the pain in her life.  Greed, she is certain, is the poison that has brought Pruul to the brink.  The Jinan are not a poor tribe, though they have certain hit hard times of late.  Even still, she cautions her people against reaching for more than they should.  Greed must be contained.  Greed must be watched for.  Greed must end.
  • 3.  Black Widows.  It isn't fair, she knows.  Most of them certainly can't help being who they are.  But in her mind, the widows are far more susceptible to the corruption of power than any other caste.  After all, if it hadn't been for the Widows of the Clan Geiba, perhaps the mines would not have been so terrible that the clan must pay such a Heavy Price.
Fears:
  • 1.  Raiders - It has happened once before... and there is no fear like the fears based in reality.  The last time she experienced their 'care' her parents were dead on the sands and she was given over to six years of hell in the mines.  Whenever travelling, her eyes constantly search the horizon... and in the open desert she once loved with all her heart, she now feels the touch of fear and unease under the open stars... for in the dark can hide the real monsters.
  • 2.  Water Starvation - Obviously everyone knows the dangers.  But not everyone has lived in the mines.  There were days and nights where she thought she could feel every cell in her body screaming for water... especially the days where she remained trapped by a boulder that fell upon her leg.  Where others might see a wanderer in the desert and simply remain unobserved to let them continue wandering until... well, she insists upon a decision.  Either the wanderer dies in a quick and merciful death, or they take them in and make them work off their water-debt.
  • 3.  Enclosed Spaces - As much as she might feel a bit of fear in the open desert during darkness... she is more fearful of enclosed spaces.  Especially those that can echo.  Her heart begins to pound, and some have told her that her face grows pale.  Her leg will begin to ache as she remembers the desperation and thirst she suffered when that boulder collapsed on her leg.  She despises that she cannot seem to overcome such a phobia, no matter how hard she has tried. 
Craft Strengths:
  • 1.  Aural Enhancement - For such a quiet thing, she can be extremely loud... when she chooses to be.  The first time that anyone outside the mines knew of it was when she silenced the argument that had broken out amongst clan leadership over whether to collect foreigners and sell them off.  Her hands clapped twice, and it was like thunder echoing in the tent.  It was so surprising that everyone ceased to make any noise at all.
  • 2.  Animal Communication - The Jinan are the Horse Lords.  Torin, one of her usual escorts, makes a joke about how she is the Horse Lord of Horse Lords.  She always throws small pebbles at him for that.  To her mind, she doesn't 'control' the horses so much as she shows them how to make a mutually beneficial relationship.  Where others would use a whip, she uses a kind hand.  Where others would break the horse's spirit, she finds a way to honor it.  Of course, being able to link up with their heads helps.
  • 3. "Ghost" Stealth Craft :  When Adavera and Elenor spent two weeks inside of each other's heads, they picked up a few things.  Adavera has become very adept at twisting sight shields and psychic masking to essentially 'disappear' from view and sensory ranges.  Tracking her in this state is very, very difficult.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1.  Telekinetics - She hadn't had any time after her offering to learn how to use her power... and in the mines, she was unable to really pick up on the ability to move things.  Even when the boulder fell upon her leg, she could not move it, no matter how hard she tried.
  • 2.  Combat Shielding -  She had only just gotten her Jewel when the Raiders came.  She had not been able to USE her Jewel while owned by the Mines.  In the years following her freedom, she was more focused on healing her mind and body, learning to use them, than in learning to shield better. 
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Dziba al-Jinan Rose to Purple Dusk - Healer - born 137ap Dead at 41
Father: Mateo Ferrin al-Jinan - Landen -born 218 bp Dead at 400

Escort:
 Torin al-Jinan - Whiteto Tiger Eye - Warlord - Born 152ap

Adopted Child:
  Taisha al-Jinan - White to Tiger Eye (eventually) - Witch (eventually a BW) - Born 181ap


History:
  30 years before she was ever born, Vera's father came to Pruul during the Winter Festival.  He was a man from a merchant family in Dhemlan, and he had heard that the Pruulians had marvelous horses.  Eager to see if these beasts were truly as wonderful as the claims declared, he found his way to the Jinan to look over the beasts they were willing to trade away.
  There, he met Dziba.  There, they began a friendship that blossomed over the next few years into love.  When her mother's virgin night came due, her mother scandalized the family by requesting that the newest member of the Tribe do the honors.  But there was no denying that Dziba loved the man, and when Dziba became pregnant at twenty, they were married. 
  Into this family was born Vera, and for the first twenty years of her life she was the happiest child alive.  Her father would tell her and her mother stories of the world, for he was much older than any other they spoke to in Pruul.  He would explain that even amongst his people, he was still young.  But he had seen the world before the legendary Storms, and he had seen how quickly things could rise, and then fall.
  When Vera would talk about how she wanted to see the land that had been his home, he would laugh and scoop her up, tweaking her nose to tell her that Pruul was by far the better place.  "Things here, Veevee, are far more honest..  The desert is harsh, and the sand gets everywhere... but here, a man can rise based on his own work, and not on the lot of his birth."
  She would take those words to heart.  Early on, she showed a knack for horse work.  And while she did her training, as all people must, in the art of defense... she preferred the horses.  At first, everyone assumed she would take after her father.  She certainly resembled him far more than she resembled her mother.  While that knew that she was certainly Blood... Well a half Landen was unlikely to gain Jewels and everyone knew it.  Still tradition and biology have needs.  There was no denying an Offering.

  It surprised everyone when she emerged with her Tiger's Eye clutched to her chest.  Everyone but her father, who had gleefully swung her around and proclaimed to the sky that his little girl would be something special.   The party that next night was long, for it was also her 20th birthday, and she enjoyed every moment of it.  From the dancing to the stories, it was like being a small child all over again.  It was the memory of that night that helped her remain sane over the next six years.

  Early in the evening the next day, the Raiders came.  It was as if they emerged from thin air... there was the split second warning from one of the horsemen... and then there were bolts being slung everywhere.  She'd raced back for her family's tent as if the demon dead themselves were after her... and all that saved her was her stumbling over a fallen clan-mate.  She'd rolled in the sands, her mother screaming out her name only to be cut off...
  And when she raised her eyes, she saw her mother fall.  Her world narrowed down to a screaming rush of noise as she crawled towards her mother's body, slapping her hand over the wound that was bubbling blood.  But she knew... she knew that her mother was gone.  The blood was too dark.  She'd remembered her mother speaking of wounds like this... how it took a strong Healer to keep the body alive during such trauma.  She was not a Healer. 
  Her father fought until three Khanjar skewered him... his blood spraying across her stunned face as the raiders dropped him before her.  She was pulled screaming from her parents' bodies, and knocked unconscious with an unceremonious thunk to the back of her head. 
  They cleaned her up... mostly... by the time she was sold to the Geiba.  She never did find out just how much they sold her for... nor did she ever really want to.  Her precious jewel was taken from her, and she was forced into the dark and cramped mines.  She knew that there was likely to never be sun on her face again.  No horses.  No family
 
  For nearly six years she toiled through hunger and thirst, unwilling to die and unable to summon up the hope for anything better.  She would whisper her father's stories to those near her in order to raise their spirits... and to remember him.  As time went on, she worried that she would forget what they looked like.  Sounded like.  Smelled like.  All she could see and smell was salt.
  And then came the accident.  The mine shuddered, and everyone scrambled to get away... and she found herself in more pain than she'd ever experienced in her life.  Her right leg had been pinned... and there was no one nearby.  They'd all scattered, fled in fear of the cave-in.  For two days, she was alone... Screaming, clawing, shoving... and it was a last burst of effort that caught the attention of two miners.  They eventually worked up the courage to come find her... and eventually, they managed to lift the stone enough to get another to drag her out. 
  They knew better than to seek assistance from the Geiba.  She was hidden away, tended to by some of the other women within the mines.  They did the best they could... a collared healer saw to her.  It was fate that saw the corruption of the Geiba discovered that year.  Fate that saw the slaves of the Mines freed... fate that kept her alive.  When her healer was granted her jewels again, she made quick work of cleaning out the infection that had been keeping Vera on death's door.
  But she could not truly fix the damage done to Vera's leg.  Vera was cared for, until the Jinan could fetch her.  She was not the jovial child she'd once been when her escorts arrived, but she did cry.  And she clung to them, relief at the sight of the familiar tattoos bubbling over her emotional walls. 
 
  She was unable to ride alone the first few months, her leg unused to the new pressures of saddle or horse.  But she was stubborn about it, refusing to let the Geiba take this from her.  By the end of the first year, she was once again a rider... though she would never be able to race across the sands in the same way she once had.  She did, however, develop a closer bond to horses.  The most terrified of them would calm beneath her soothing songs and gentle hands.   No craft necessary.  She'd seen her father do the same thing... and never had she been able to replicate it until after the Mines.  Combine that talent with her ability to link with the Horses in the way her mother had, and she quickly became known as one of the better Trainers in the Tribe.
  It was the second year that saw her begin to rise as more than the Mine Survivor.  Their Voice had fallen ill and died over night.  They had no Queen as of yet, for the last one had died in the Raids.  The Queens of the Clan were bickering over who would take control of the Clan seat, and the warriors of the Jinan were arguing for and against the idea of finding people in the sands to sell for water... and she couldn't tolerate it.
  What if that was what the Raiders had done?  What if THAT was why her family was dead, and her leg maimed?  For the first time in years, she lost her temper.  Her hands raised, clapping twice... and the sound echoed like thunder in the tent.  Surprise lit the faces of those who watched her walk forward, moving to the center.  "We will not sell others for water.  We will not seek out the wanderers and isolated clans for our own gains...not like this."  Her body turned, eyes locking on each face she could find.  "We will NOT become the Geiba.  Greed always has a justification, it always has a good intention at its beginnings... but it leads to corruption.  We will find better ways.  Just ways, to survive these hardships.  And we will come out stronger for the doing."

  She did not yell.  She did not scream, or grow hysterical.  But the way she walked would remind them all of the Price for greed... and she was Heard.  From there, it proved a gradual climb.  When there was an undecided issue before the Clan, she would put her voice forward to settle it.  When someone would want to trade for more than one or two horses... she would be the one to negotiate price.  By the time 192 ap came around, she was the acknowledged Voice of her people... and she is intent on using that Voice to ensure that the Jinan, at least, live in Honor.


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  Salt and flesh.  She could feel them everywhere.  Hands and other things, and htey wouldn't stop.  She couldn't even cry.  She was so thirsty...
  Her eyes popped open, fingers moving instantly for the small knife she kept beneath her bedroll.  Her leg hurt.  As it always did, these days... but it was always so much worse when she had nothing to distract her.
 
 That was fine.  Focusing on the leg helped her force her mind away from the dreams and memories that plagued her.  Quietly, she began to force herself upright.  More quietly, she dressed and limped her way out to the horses.  The stars were beginning to fade as the sun's rays began to lighten the far horizon... but the horses were already starting to wake and move about. 
  Tani, her favorite, hurriedly moved to the fence as she approached.  Soft ears, soft muzzle, soft sounds... those helped push the nightmare even further back.  Her shaking hands lifted, patting over the coat as she let loose a soft and soothing murmur.  "Shh... I'm alright."  She forced a small smile, carefully opening the gate so that she could enter and make her way tot he small bag of grooming tools.
  There was no reason to try to go back to sleep.  The sun was coming up.  And even if it hadn't been, even if it had been three in the morning... she'd still rather be out here amongst the horses and working than to try to return to the dreams.  Her head rested against Tani's shoulder, hand gently running the brush down the horse's back as she breathed in Tani's scent.
 
  The Horse was not a mine.  There was almost no whiff of salt or pain.  No trace of male flesh.  Her mind's eye flashed to WHY that ... no.  No, he had survived it.  It had been worth the horror to get them to stop what they were doing to ...  She forced her mind back on Tani.  Forced her thoughts back to how she needed to make sure that the coat gleamed the pale grey she knew it was and the dark hooves were clean. 
  By the time her clanmates came to the paddock, she'd already cleaned Tani and two others.  Their good natured laughter about her work ethic earned a small smile... and a tossed set of brushes.  "Get your lazy tails in here... a cripple shouldn't have to clean the entire herd in the morning."  Their grins and pats on her back were familial. 

  "Cripple... right.  The leg is just your excuse for allowing us to catch up."
  "Of course it is, but there's no need to say so aloud.  Now get to work.  I'm going for my morning ride." 

  She had no family anymore... and her clan had seen to it that she knew they were all there for her.  Her clan alone could get through to her in her darkest moments, and they all knew that when she was here this early... the reason was dark. 
  One of them saddled up Tani for her, as well as his own horse.  Without asking, he helped her up into the saddle and they both took off at a slow pace towards the sun.   There were no questions of how she felt... or why she'd been awake.  They did not pry.  She still hadn't spoken over much about how the Mines were.  But the healers knew... they always knew.  And the whispers of how much work had been done on her before she came back were enough that the Clan knew not to pester her about it. 
  Not that they would have.  They'd pester others about it.

  "There was a sighting last night."
  "Oh?"
  "Lost caravan."

  She gave it some thought, Tani coming to a halt as she watched the sun rise.  A lost caravan could be tracked... if they fell to lack of water, their goods could be taken for the Clan.  But she wouldn't recommend that, even if others thought it a fine way of handling the situation.  "We're on our way to Onn... send a rider.  Tell them we will escort them, if they will trade something in return to us for the assistance."  It was the right thing to do... the just thing.  The Desert was not kind, even to those that loved it.

  The man grunted, but nodded.  It was a merciful thing.  And if the caravan chose to not take the offer... well, the other option didn't need to be spoken.  There was no sense in allowing a lost caravan's goods and water to be wasted in the middle of the desert.  They could accept the help or they could die.  Either way would be more merciful than starving for water in the desert sun. 

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Re: Vera al-Jinan
« Reply #1 on: Feb 23, 17, 06:38:50 PM »
Could I get 1 family roll, and a cut/uncut status for Vera please?






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Re: Vera al-Jinan
« Reply #2 on: Feb 23, 17, 07:24:13 PM »
Per your request for a Tiger Eye Descent...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness blessed with a cut Tiger Eye Descent.



Congratulations!

And your Family Roll...

1. Rose - Purple Dusk
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Re: Vera al-Jinan
« Reply #3 on: Feb 23, 17, 07:53:12 PM »
Ready for Review 1

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« Reply #4 on: Feb 28, 17, 09:07:15 AM »

This application has been reviewed!

Check your private messages for feedback. When you have made the requested changes please reply to this post and let us know you are ready for the next round!

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Re: Adavera al-Jinan
« Reply #5 on: Feb 28, 17, 03:01:38 PM »
Ready for Round TWO






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« Reply #6 on: Feb 28, 17, 03:22:32 PM »
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Re: Adavera al-Jinan
« Reply #7 on: Dec 29, 17, 06:39:08 PM »
Could I get 1 more family roll pretty please?

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Re: Adavera al-Jinan
« Reply #8 on: Dec 30, 17, 08:11:58 AM »
1. White - Tiger Eye
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Re: Adavera al-Jinan
« Reply #9 on: Dec 04, 18, 03:36:00 PM »
Per your purchase of an Adoptable Dark Ally from the 2018 Thanksgiving Shop...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Purple Dusk Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Sapphire Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Adavera ibna Sadagh
« Reply #10 on: Jan 15, 19, 10:35:37 PM »
Applying Adavera's 2018 Thanksgiving Purchase






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« Reply #11 on: Jan 15, 19, 10:50:11 PM »
Applying Adavera's 2018 Thanksgiving Purchase

Use the monthly transaction thread, please.
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