Name: Althia Thui

Age: 48

Nationality: Atha'an Miere & Amayar

Allegiance: To the Tower

Ajah: Was Gray

Rank: Keeper of the Chronicles

Appearance:

To say that she has an interesting and exotic appearance would be to put it lightly. Being born of two such different races certainly gave her interesting features, from the pale skin of the Amayar to the dark hair of the Atha’an Miere. Her form is tall, willowy but there is a daintiness about her all the same, regardless of the fact that she reaches 5”9 in height. She seems to be made of contradictions but then by her very blood she is odd.

She prefers to go unnoticed, not shrinking from attention in anyway, nor with her height is she easily dismissed, yet something about her countenance smooths people into thinking she is of little importance and often being looser with their tongues then they should be in her presence. Her eyes are large, almost doe like and with a petite nose it adds to the delicate charm she seems to exude from her very pores. Her body moves with a grace, not the deliberate one of a dancer, meant to draw attention to herself, but rather that of a willow tree in the wind, natural, breathless, effortless. There seems to never been an aura of strain, worry or concern to cloud this female’s clear, and steady gaze.

Like the color of her Ajah when she was first raised to the shawl she prefers neutral colors and expressions, she is not one ever roused to much emotion, and certainly never openly. She has the Aes Sedai composure, but it goes deeper then that, in her very soul she is not one to be open or loud about her thoughts, rather to ponder them slowly and her overly large eyes, the color a soft misty gray color that at times seem brown seem to suite her personality perfectly. Her face shape is defined but soft, there is hardly any color in her cheeks, her lips a soft shade of pink and her nose merely a slender, well formed fixture upon her face.

Thanks to her common use of the power she has the appearance of a twenty year old at most when in fact she is nearing her forty third birthday. She dresses as befitting of her station, in silks and satins, obvious cost and care put into her clothing but detail to them is not something she attends other then the most basics, her thin stole is a misty color that often puts those in her company in mind of her soft eyes.


Personality:

A Gray is a mediator.

This statement could not be more true then in application to Thia herself, she often solves conflicts merely by being present and lending a impartial ear to the dispute before her. And yet for all the softness of her countenance and personality once her word is given upon something it is taken with earnest.

One does not need to speak the loudest to be heard, she discovered this and uses the knowledge often. In fact her voice is never lifted above an average level of sound and certainly never seems to express anything other then indifference but before a few. Yet her soft voice, the sound of words forming upon her lips is often enough to silence those around her and earn her their attention.

She has no need to work for attention, either people are wise enough to realize what and who she is or they are not. Althia has no intention of ever working to gain something she has no need of, each of her actions is clearly mediated through within her mind before acted upon, and even if she may seem ponderous and slow at times she provides a good juxtaposition to the Amyrlin Seat, who’s spirit is more then enough for the two females who hold such important office within the Tower.

Althia thinks of herself as a balance, and in whatever situation she may be put into she simply adapts and works through it to the best advantage of the Tower and to the Mother. She may seem widely indifferent to all yet the truth is to a certain few she does attach herself, and she knows all the Sisters in the Tower in passing at least. She is approachable, trustable, the confider, counselor, keeping peace is just part of who she is.


Items:

Stole: Her stole marks her position within the Tower, it has been a part of her for years now, ever since the day Asuna made it clear she valued Althia’s soothing presence and quick wit.

Necklace: it’s a simple strand of gold with one pearl set as the center piece, but it was the only thing she grew up with from outside the Tower, the only thing she had other then vague memories to tie her back to the place beyond the land that surrounded her to beyond the waves, to her home.

Talents:

Her power is strong. This was the reason her people could not hide her, her mixed blood was the reason they did not try. Among the Atha’an Miere are chosen a certain amount of girls every year to send to the White Tower to appease the Sister’s their curiosity of the power of their children in the Source. Her powers are naturally strongest in Water and Air, although Spirit provides little difficulty for her, and she was from a young age showing symptoms of having the power, only none knew how strong she would become as she grew, perhaps then they would not have let her go.

Weather magic is easy for her, and she often uses Air to catch things that people mutter about her, she brings to herself information, gathering and working with a very intricate set up of eyes and ears for the Amyrlin.

History:

Born of mixed blood, it doesn't happen often for the Atha'an Miere, yet it happened. It was her father who was a Sea Folk, her mother was a mysterious Amayere. Not much is known about the relationship there, why the Sea Folk are so over protective of the islanders or why a babe of mixed blood would not be welcome there other then their tendency to be wary of such things.

Being born with the spark as well though was what condemned her to her fate, although not necessarily a bad one. She was born on the day that marked the beginning of the new year, a good omen if there ever was one. But the Windweavers had to but look at her to know that she had the power, that the Source would be touched by her tiny hands at a young age. Yet they did not send her right away, no she was raised until five upon the isle of her birth. It was a tender age to be pulled away from her mother but she didn't protest, the child seemed to be born with an old world understanding that things happened for a reason. She cried to herself in her cabin at night through the long journey that carried her to the main land.

Althia was handed over to Aes Sedai then, a Brown and Gray having been the ones summoned to the ship when it docked in Ebou Dar. She felt the power of them around her, she couldn't feel the power around herself, or the Source itself yet, but she sense the command over it and their own selves that they held. Those gray brown eyes of hers regarded them solemnly before, according to Gwenify Sedai, she spoke "I shall be like you and be glad of it."

And so marked her beginning in the Tower's order. It took a month for them to reach the Tower and the sisters there were quiet unsure of what to do with a child so young who would not yet understand what the lessons they had to give her would be. So in their place she was tutored in history by the Browns, in diplomacy by the Gray's, in medicines by the Yellows. Her intelligence grew and her quick wit was obvious by how quickly she picked up things. Yet there was one part of her that was given over to what she was in truth, she often had visions, and apparently, though it was hidden from her at the time, was giving Foretellings from the age of eight on.

Thia as Gwen so fondly nick named her, stayed close to the Gray that had brought her to the Tower, and Gwen, an older sister who had never loved found a "daughter" in this somber youngling. She was offered the chance to become a novice at ten, several sister's protesting it, mostly those that wanted to give her a more normal life, and after conferring with Gwen Althia turned down the offer until the day that she turned 15.

She was made a novice, and like everything else, her mind took on the knowledge imparted quickly, the power that had lingered around her in a untapped fountain since her birth was pulled into life. And it flowed, flooding out of her, it was dangerous at first and no one expected her to have so much power at her fingertips. Thia found her biggest fear at the age of 17, when the power nearly overwhelmed her and a circle of seven sisters were hardly able to save her from being burnt out. She was trembling, shaking for a whole month afterward and hardly touching the Source at all.

Gwen took her aside, trying to urge her to pick it up again. Thia admitted that she was thinking of giving up being a Sister, of trying to bind the power back inside her to nothing. The older woman shocked her by slapping her cheek at that, something so out of character for the always ponderous Gray. Yet Gwen explained, that it was her duty to the Tower, to her family, and to the world to develop the power within her, that it was there for a reason and by not using it she would be disrupting the Pattern. So Thia went back into training, struggling for two more years to gain real control over her power. She was raised to accepted at twenty one.

Her tenor there didn't last long though, with her vast knowledge and the power now at her command she was raised to the shawl two years later, twenty three and a full Sister. Yet none in the Tower protested, this was the child they had watched grow, she was fully of the Tower, there was no reason to worry about her being given too much power too soon.

She attached herself to the Gray Ajah, to the Ajah that had always seemed to fit her, appealed to her sense the most. Gwen was delighted, and the woman would often take her pupil with her when she left to mediate a dispute, giving Althia more practical experience to work from as well. So for the next ten years Althia traveled, learned and aided any who came to her. She was always in the company of another sister though, in case she gave a Foretelling and forgot it.

There is a brief moment of time within the Tower that she remembers perfectly and that would be the day, not long after she was raised when she lost her pearl necklace and a young boy who had strayed onto the grounds found it. She was a young, pretty thing back then and had thanked him, hugged him and offered to show him the Tower. He asked her questions, so solemn for such a young boy and she answered them, sharing with him the details of her quest, her fight against the Shadow. She did not know then how important this day would end up being to her life.

Ten years later she went to him, he was now a Gaidin for advice on who to bond to take with her on a long trip north. They talked for several minutes, the female realizing just how much he had grown and finally admitting to herself something she had been fighting for years. The fact that she was attracted to him. And then he said simply "Take me, bond me." She was startled to know he had trained for ten years to be with her but said yes, giving into something they both wanted. And then he kissed her and she learned the delights of the Green's. She fell in love with her handsome young Warder and has been so every since.

There is one Foretelling that sticks out stark in her mind, something that made her realize what her power, her birth, what everything was for. Although this Foretelling took an unusual shape, a dream. She was before a man, he was injured, badly, nearly dead and she healed him, praying. Upon her healing of him she detected saidin, and yet she said nothing, showed nothing, for there were seven droplets of blood that showed her what she was. She was to be the adviser, the "gray dove of peace" in the prophecies and though it shook her by the time she reached thirty eight she had resigned herself to this and kept close tabs upon the male channelers int he world that held the promise of the future and of either salvation or destruction. And thus began her nightmares.

This, oddly enough, just as she accepted what she would be, was the year that she was offered the role of Keeper of the Chronicles. Yes, the Mother would be of the Green Ajah but Althia was one that all those in the Tower knew, she was the Tower in a lot of ways and none dissented from this suggestion. She nearly turned it down until upon pondering she realized that it might aid her in her task of helping the man that was so often on her thoughts.

So she became the second in command of the Tower, she watched, waited and gathered to her information, sharing her knowledge of what was to begin with no one other then her Warder.