Name: Almindhra Dhasara
Age: 96
Place of Birth/Raising: Caemlyn
Physical Description: Striking are her features giving her a handsome quality, more than
beautiful. Standing at the height of five feet, ten inches, her body is
voluptuous with it’s medium weight. Raven coloured ringlets fall to the
small of her back while half of it is held in an erupting bouquet on the top
of her head. Glacier are her eyes with an icy blue. Skin colour is pale, but
has been kissed by the sun, flushing her sharp cheekbones and the tip of her
strong nose.
Character History[]
Almindhra was born of Gual and Kylanna Dhasara of Caemlyn. In childbirth her
mother died and she was left to be raised by her dad; a man who was forever
a widow. Gual was a common blacksmith and always secretly wished in his
heart that his daughter was of the other gender so that she could carry out
his name and occupation, but it was never meant to be.
In the bustling streets of this capital city, she was lost in the world of
the working class. What meant more to this girl than gold or fineries was
the joy found in a local tavern. A good joke, music and interesting people
always made for fun. A bit boyish as a youth, she turned her eye to the
serving wenches as role models of how a woman should be. As she blossomed
into her teens, she turned flirtatious, luring but never letting anyone
close, bawdy with wit and the neckline of her dress. Visitors only stayed
for a day or two anyways, so never would she attach herself.
One older male did catch her eye and paid her many visits; Gerald. Ah to be
so young and innocent, she did not know until it was too late that her heart
was throbbing for him. It wasn’t to be.
As has been said for all of time, what an Aes Sedai wants, she takes. Ripped
from her simple life, her secret love and her only family, her dear father,
she came to the Tower wide eyed. Stories have been spoken of such women, but
she knew little of the small gift she had. Patience, that is what she had to
learn as a novice who was unused to such rules and restrictions. It took her
a great many years to be raised from Accepted, and eventually to the Gray
Ajah. The world was suddenly opened to her, lands so far that she had only
dreamt of with a gleeman’s song. Kings and Queens who needed advice.
Treaties and peace, acceptance of everyone, these were her ideals to teach.
Yet behind the cool visage of an Aes Sedai lay that girl so full of life and
joy. It seemed a life that was an Age away with all that she has seen. Cold,
calculating, a heart as icy as the blue of her eyes are the whispers on
people’s lips upon meeting her. An unbreakable shell to hide the pain deep
within as she often thinks of what life could have been like without seeing
pain and suffering, without knowing the hate and death people plague upon
others.
Years she had been gone, not telling her Sisters where her location could
be. The Tower was never contacted and it seemed no one looked for her. All
the better. Now, it was time to return to the life she never wanted, but
which the Weave demanded of her.