BIOS

BIOS- first, by filling this out and sending it to us you affirm that you are at least 13 years of age. (this is for legal reasons)

Bios should follow this basic format-

PC name
PC age
PC nationality
PC appearance-
Your email address-
A character history- this should be in character third person. A few examples are posted below. The first is one that should serve as a minimum. Note, the sister who wrote it wrote it to serve as an example, though she is playing the character anyway. The second is the bio of your current amyrillin seat. You do not have to write anything this long, I am just rather proud of it myself. The bio should show how they got to the tower and a bit of their personality and history.

Your log in name will be sent to you when your bio is aproved. it will be your pc name, then your power score (10 d 6 -# years in training) then a letter showing if you are Nc- new character E- expierenced player H- head of ajah or minor leader S- sitter or high leadership K-keeper A-amyrilan) LCC for Lord captain comander HG for head gaidin. This will make it easy to know who to defer to and who to expect deference from as you play.

ALSO- IMPORTANT- before sumbitting a bio be sure to read about the org and how it runs on it's ooc site.

these are the first four pages of my 11 page part one of my bio. if you are interested in reading the rest please email me

Telaya Kihrin- page one and two of part one
Slowly, painfully, Telaya tried to open her eyes. Sea water stung her open wounds. Blood colored the water immediately around her. The cry of the sea birds pierced the air. Sunlight penetrated her heavy eye lids. Her throat felt like it had been torn open ruthlessly. She struggled to remember where she was; and what had happened. Memory returned. Telaya sat up, put a hand to her aching head, and looked around. Sun light shone off the water, almost blinding her. She looked to where the sun was. It was almost mid-day. Painfully, she stood on her one good leg. What now? She wondered. She couldn’t stay. She couldn’t go back to the city. They would kill her, this time. Telaya limped along inch by inch.
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The sun beat down; the faint breeze did little to cool the hot spring day. Dust from the hard packed roads swirled in clouds around the lone figure, stinging her face and choking her. Painful gashes marred her otherwise beautiful face. Her throat still oozed blood, just a trickle, but she could feel the sticky wetness. Each step caused a jolt of pain to shoot through her injured leg. Telaya knew that it was a miracle that she was alive at all. She had The Light to thank for that. She shouldn’t be alive, but since she was she really had no choice but to walk, to leave her home and journey on. Since noon she had been trudging along wincing with each step. A shudder ran through her as she thought of what would happen if her family found out that she was still alive.
Early morning darkness had still filled her room when she woke and dressed. It was her fourteenth naming day, and that meant a special celebration. It was her duty to help her mom set up for the breakfast. Most of her relatives would be there that day, even those who lived in other places. Telaya entered the warm kitchen to find her mother already at work.
“I am so proud of you!” her mother said “Your big day!” Telaya remained silent, and headed to get the dishes and set the table. She left the simple wooden dishes on the shelves. From experience she knew that today they would use the special ceramic dishes. For breakfast there would be eggs, ham, griddle bread, berries, and fresh clotted cream. The family would sit for quite a while, talking, reminiscing, gossiping and then it would be time for the ceremony. That was the part she dreaded. She knew what was to be expected of her. She had witnessed the same ceremony for each of her older siblings and cousins, but she didn’t know what she was going to do.
All too soon the table was set and the breakfast ready. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and siblings all began to trickle in and sit down. Telaya wasn’t hungry. She sat there staring at the berries and clotted cream in front of her. It was normally her favorite. The hour seemed to drag on, and yet before she knew it everyone was done eating. Telaya stood slowly. She knew the words she was supposed to say by heart. Her family was silent… waiting…
Then Telaya knew what she was going to say.
“I, Telaya Kihrin, swear my life and soul to the Creator. May his light always shine on me. I will do what truth requires. My life will ever be in the light.” There had been thunderous noise. Crashing, breaking, swearing, and the last thing she saw before darkness closed in was a knife, the hilt black as night, with a blood red stone in it.
“I swear my life and soul to the Great Lord of the Dark. May his return come soon. I will do what he desires. My life is his.” That had been what they had expected her to say. That had been the vow each member of her family had taken since the breaking of the world. As far as Telaya knew there had only ever been one other person who had refused the vow. It had never been broken. Her mom had only mentioned her aunt once. Her aunt had refused the vow and had been disowned. She had not blasphemed though, and one who spouted such blasphemies must be killed according to her family as well as other followers of the Great Lord of the Dark.
The hours crept slowly by as Telaya limped down the road. Each step was a struggle. Several times wagons passed by and Telaya waved for a ride each time. None of them stopped. She could only imagine what she looked like; bloody gashes covered her body. Her green naming-day dress was torn and ragged. She no longer wore any shoes. Dust, tears, and blood had mingled creating a muddy mess. No wagon driver would pick up someone who looked like death walking, which Telaya was sure she did. So it was almost dark when Telaya reached the first town.
Wooden buildings loomed in front of her seeming to hide the sky from view.
The dark blue sky was slowly turning to black, and light showed through small windows, despite the shutters. The dirt road led directly through what seemed to be the center of the small town, and into the town square. Telaya had never been this far from home, and fear and trepidation filled her. She knew from maps that this would be Pisek. It was the nearest village to Tear along this road.
By the time Telaya reached the town square, four days after leaving Tear, she was almost dragging herself. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the evening before her naming day and her leg was now refusing to work right. Several times, it buckled, and Telaya tripped, falling flat on her face, and grinding the dirt and rocks of the road deeper into her cuts. After awhile, she decided that if she were going to survive, she would have to find someone who was kind enough to give her some food and wash water. Pulling herself to the nearest door, she knocked. A moment later, a large round woman with greasy brown hair, and small beady eyes answered the door. Her face screwed up into a grimace when she set eyes on Telaya, who opened her mouth to ask for help, but no sound came. Telaya tried harder to speak, but it only hurt, and only a low moan escaped her throat.
Her eyes opened in surprise, as the door slammed in her face. Telaya reached up and felt her throat, the gash had stopped bleeding, and a scab covered it. Telaya grimaced. It now made more sense why her throat hurt so badly. The last thing she had said was her oath to the light. That oath would always be the last thing she had said. Tears streaked down her dirty face as she limped away from the door, and into the street. Stopping at another door would do no good; she could not even ask for what she needed.

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Utter desperation filled her as the hope drained out of her. Before long her leg wouldn’t carry her any further. There was a small doorstep nearby, and Telaya nearly collapsed onto it. It didn’t seem that anyone was home, and Telaya didn’t know how long it was before she cried herself to sleep.
Darkness surrounded her like thick fog, swirling in her head. From somewhere there was a voice, at first it was soft, and then growing louder. A gentle voice that made Telaya relax. She was being lifted, strong arms encircled her, and movement shifted her leg and pain shot through it again. Telaya wanted to cry out, but she was silent. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt all swollen, and she could only open them a crack. A hazy world met her. A face loomed in front of hers. Thick brown hair and cocoa colored brown eyes, deep enough to drown in set in a pale oval face. He looked concerned. “I’m all right,” she tried to say. Only a moan came out, and Telaya’s throat ached.
Beyond the young man carrying her, Telaya could just make out a woman and a man, their features were blurred and indistinct, but she thought that was where the voices were coming from.
“Set her down here,” one of them said. It was a woman’s voice.
“I will go fetch Rosalind, if she can come,” said the man. Telaya turned her attention back to the boy carrying her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Telaya had the thought that he was rather handsome. He was tall, and well built. At this moment his eyes showed concern, but she was sure they could sparkle just as well with humor and joy. An odd thing to be thinking about, she decided. His dark brown hair looked soft and beautiful. He couldn’t be any older than 16. She was almost sad to see him and the other man leave the room.
Then Telaya noticed that the woman was still there, and talking again. She tried to pay attention, but her head was pounding, making it difficult. “My name is Lea Kilana. Can you sit up?” she asked, Telaya complied slowly. Dizziness overwhelmed her, and she almost passed out with the pain in her head. Once she was sitting, Lea helped her wash up and change into clean clothes. Lea was a little shorter, and heavier than Telaya. Laugh lines creased her sun darkened face and gave her a friendly look. Her brown eyes were like her son’s, but she had much darker hair, except for the streaks of gray that ran through it. The brown dress Lea gave her was a bit short and wide for her. It appeared to have been made for Lea, but Telaya was grateful. By the time that was done, Rosalind was knocking on the door.
A couple times during all of this, it occurred to her to wonder if these people served the creator, but she shook it off. There was not a person she had ever met who would not deny serving the dark one to others they didn’t know. Shai’tan was the great Lord of the Dark to his followers, but only among themselves, and the dark one to those who followed the creator. All of this to avoid naming the dark one, and bringing his eyes on you. If they did serve the dark one, then they would deny it if asked, and Telaya had never met a dark friend who would be so kind.
Rosalind was the village wise woman; her gray hair offset her blue eyes, and gave her a grandmotherly look. Telaya had never met so many friendly people, and the presence of them startled her a bit. Sure, her family had been good to her, but only while they thought she was one of them. Somehow she knew that Lea would be kind to her no matter whether she served the light or not. There were those who would kill the followers of the dark one, and for their crimes they probably deserved it, there was not a darkfriend who had not committed murders, or other crimes worthy of death. The thought of darkfriends, people who served the dark one like her family did, made her shiver. Though most of the injuries were too old to do much about, Rosalind bound up Telaya’s broken leg, and gave her willow bark tea to dull the pain. After that Rosalind came to Lea’s house at least every week to check on Telaya.
Over the next few days, Telaya learned a lot about the kind heavyset lady who had helped her. She owned the local dress shop and had a husband and one son. It had been the front steps to the dress shop that she had collapsed on, and she had been found when Lea had come to open the store. Telaya had guessed her son’s age right. He had just turned 16.
When she felt that she could be of help to the family, she offered to help sew in return for the kindness they had showed her. Lea was, as it turned out, more than grateful for the help, and Telaya enjoyed the hours spent with a needle and thread. It gave her a time to think, and the education and experience needed to one day move on. That thought always remained in the back of her head, she couldn’t stay. She was too close to home. She could still be found. If her father ever came here on business… she let the thought drop. It wasn’t pleasant to think about. A couple of months passed, and she and the Kilana family grew exceedingly close. Tom, Lea’s son, was always spending time around her, and after awhile they developed a simple language of signs. It made communicating much easier. Lea became like a mother to her, and her husband Andra’s laughing face always cheered her. Over the months, her wounds healed nicely, leaving only scars. Only her leg never healed properly, and she would never regain her voice.
The day came to leave. It was late in the summer, and she knew if she didn’t leave in the next couple days, she would have to stay the winter. It would take her that long to reach Far Madding. Telaya had once gotten a hold of one of her father’s old maps. She had always loved dreaming about the places she could go; and now it didn’t seem so grand. She knew from what she remembered that Far Madding was the next major city along that road, and it was farther from home, so it would do.
“Do you have to go?” Tom asked again, for the hundredth time that day. Telaya sighed.
“You know I do. You know about my family. The farther I am from home, the better” Telaya signed back.
“They won’t find you with us,”
“And what are you going to do to stop them?” Tom was silent for a moment.
“I don’t know yet, but I will think of something. Besides, they can’t be all that bed” Tom didn’t know the half of it, all she had ever told them was that she had run away. Telaya sighed.
“Tom, there is something I have not told you. My parents are the ones that tried to kill me. If they find me again, they won’t just try. They serve only the dark one, and I do not.” Telaya had long since learned their view of the dark one, and she felt bad startling Tom like that. He didn’t believe in darkfriends, and now she was telling him that not only did they exist, but that they were after her. “You see, I have to go.” Telaya