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| esian of Ta'Ven was born over ninety years ago. As she cannot recall her younger years nor were they ever allowed to be told to her, she can only guess at the number of those years precisiely. |
| She stands nearly to the height of some men at the mark of five-eleven. Her form is lithe and she offers the onlooker the view of a dark-fleshed statue. Sable skin is unmarred and nearly always covered from neck to foot. Hair that had once been black as coal is now as white as virgin snow, paled a little more each time she used and protected the strength of the Tomrack Stone until the pureness of that pallid hue and prematurely. Eyes diluted in their color in the same way from a striking, deep and dark blue to a faded version of their former selves. Her countenance rarely warms. There are ever but a few reasons or people who have brought it about. Her heart is not one of ice, but as protected from others as the great Tomrack she's known to guard. To learn of her, to truly learn of her takes time. Trust is as hard to garnish of her as seeing one of the ancient, true-blood unicorns. But when it is given, it is given fully. Sesian has not blood family known to her. She claims to as Heart-Sister and Heart-Brother: Dechirant and Guthorm. These two have her love and trust. Though she has loved twice, she only married once. A widow of the latter as her path is a singular thing once more as it had been for years before it. In the woods, at the foot of the mountainous region within RhyDin stands the old woodcutter's cottage that she bought some years ago. Of fieldstone, wood, mortar and thatch it is her home when not in Ta'Ven. There a barn big enough for two horses, a shed and corral stand. Her own hands care for these and the land on it. What it does not yeild is gleened from the marketplace. Few things are kept to denote any luxury. No jewels are worn except for the slivered piece from the Tomack Stone, worn upon a chain-linked necklace. The piece of the stone is webbed in silver and peduates from that chain like a crest or signet of some house. The one who was once Mother among the Circle of Keepers has the ability of Mindspeak, Dreamwalking, and turning inadimate objects into other items that are not alive. None of these are practiced often anymore except with those she knows and trusts very well -- and even then, only a couple have the ability at all. The practice of magicks is serious with Sesian. To use it frivolously is frowned upon and thought of as a waste of not just talent, but the ability to help someone later. The abilities she has are quietly kempt as they are an advantage as well as handicap. To use them is to risk being physically weak afterwards and that can prove dangerous. She is assumed dull and aloof as she says little in a land of so many. Trust and Love are not given to but a few and then given wholly when it is. Unfortunately, even then it has been known over these many years to be a lesson of trial and error. As a very, very private woman Sesian is not truly open with even those she trusts and loves until out of the eye of larger crowds. Much is assumed and most of this is known by others or could be found out easily enough. What is not know is what touches her heart to bring her to tears or blush. What is not known is the full strength within her. And what is not known, even unto herself, will come with one step at a time outside the stone and mortar of others' thinking. |
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| Artwork by Todd Lockwood |
| � Height: 5'11�
� Weight: 145 pounds � Hair: Once black, now pure white � Eyes: Once a royal blue, now a paler crystalline shade � Lithe Form � Sable flesh � Age: Past that of 90, though appears in her mid-thirties � Family: Heart-Sister to Guthorm Othinsson and Dechirant � Marital Status: Widow |