Ralyse Ivara

Played by: Raly

Ralyse Sedai is very tall, with red/gold curls hanging down her back. She walks with purpose, intent echoing in every step of her slightly cumbersome boots. Her clothes are always expensive, but basic, opting for earth tones to enhance her colouring. She spends most of her time in her office in the library, emerging only to further torment trainees. Her reputation as a witch is well earned, as she does not mince words and can be rarely found smiling. Her reputation for driving her previous warder to his own grave, however, cannot be proven. Her schemes are many and their endgames are rarely what you would think. Ralyse is playing The Pattern, and does not hesitate to involve others in her games.

Former Warder: Harad t'Nashere (Deceased)

Total Points: 2545

She begins in Shienar, but this is not important.

Sometimes, when she allows herself a moment to consider the past, Ralyse remembers a childhood spent in transit: a mother long since buried and a father barely around. She does not remember these things with regret or even fondness; she remembers them as she remembers stories she has read. She has never been a storyteller, instead she is a student of narrative. The Ralyse Ivara of today is so far removed from the Ralyse Ivara of the past that it bears little consequence in the story of her life.

It is not any need or desire to channel that brings her to the White Tower: but boredom. She is older than most novices in body and older than that in mind. She can channel, but she pays the price of taking her time to arrive. While her natural ability with saidar is strong, age has stunted her power to fully tap into her gift. Her story is not an unfamiliar one: there have been many the same and they have two endings. For some, pushing the embers of the spark too far burns away the flame entirely. For others, they never catch up to their peers and spend a lifetime in novice whites.

Ralyse has never been one to follow the story.

Some call it pure luck that gets her to the Three Arches. Smaller groups quietly speculate she has made a deal with the Dark One.

She begins again, naked on the floor and triumphant.

Like every other novice before her, what Ralyse sees in the Arches will never be spoken of, except in whisper. A young Saldaean girl is overheard claiming she heard Ralyse boast of besting the arches: tricking the tricks. But this story is never told.

She wears the rank of Accepted with pride and a slight arrogance, though few will remain who remember any of it. This story is one of intrigue, violence, romance and power. By all accounts, Ralyse is outgoing, even pleasant; crafty and intelligent, but charismatic and personable. She has shed the stigma of her limited channeling ability and her rise to Aes Sedai is quick. She and Harad are bonded quickly, unsurprisingly. Their flirtatious relationship and open affection for each other have never been secret; the young brown and her charming warder, known to all and envied by many

But unlike saidar, Ralyse and Harad's flame had never burned slowly.

She begins again somewhere outside the North Gates of the city. The body of her protector lies lifeless on the ground. The story should end here, it is customary. The weeping should overtake her and the pain should be too much.

There are many who say she dies that day as well. Irrevocably altered, the woman who returns to the tower is unlike the one who left. What came before is irrelevant and Ralyse will not dwell. She does not hear the whispers, does not answer the questions. She left town with her warder and returned without him. She says nothing when his body is discovered and retreats into the library when the rumours begin. Her life is simple now: she goes about her work and snaps at anyone who gets in her way. The wheel weaves.

Generations later, she will begin again. He will still have blonde hair and golden eyes, but this time he will be her savior.

Whether or not she allows him remains to be seen. The wheel weaves, and I am just telling you stories.