``kiasha morey

[``kiasha morey]

-- Kiasha Morey

``basic information

Full Name
Kiasha Josephina Marie Morey.

Nickname
Asha, though this is really only what he mother calls her.

Age
Nineteen

Charter Mark
Circle with one line through it (like on the cover of Sabriel).

What Am I?
Lollipop Kid.

``appearance
Play-By
Kristin Kreuk.

Usual Clothing
Kiasha generally wears fairly outrageous clothes. Not outrageous in that they are impractical - far from it.
She generally wears short skirts or dresses that are always made from a tough material like leather.
If she is riding she will also wear short leather breaches underneath. Colour-wise,
Kiasha's clothes are dark - blacks and dark browns for the most part.

Distinguishing Features
At first appearance, only her unusual clothing. However, Kiasha has a large scar running along her right
leg from the top of her hip down to a few inches above her knee. This was from a sword
cut obtained when she was overseas.

``family

Mother
Eliann Morey, 38, from one of the leading families in Robles Town. She is a bright and friendly woman with a gentle and soft voice that can calm even the most irate person down to a reasonable level. Eliann loves her family above everything, and although most people can't understand why she loves her husband, she can see a side of him that others don't, and that is enough for her. She is the balancing nature in their relationship, always there to temper down her husband when he gets angry.

Father
Richard Morey, 39, an Ancelstierran politician. Although he has an excellent reputation for being an upright and moral man with most Ancelstierrans, Richard Morey has a profound dislike for the Old Kingdom, believing it to be a backward place not worth anybody's trouble. Nobody can understand, then, how he fell in love with and married a woman from the Old Kingdom, but he has never felt the need to explain this to anyone and probably never will. He is a very proud man, with somewhat old-fashioned morals and values. Richard Morey does everything to make sure his family has the best they can afford, though a lot of the time he seems quite cruel in his ways.

Siblings
None.

Other Significant Relatives
Kiasha doesn't care much for her father's side of the family, as she considers them all to be pompous twits. Her mother's side of the family have lived in Robles Town in the Old Kingdom for generations.

Home Town
Born in Robles Town, but brought up in Corvere in Ancelstierre.

Short Bio
Kiasha was born on a cold winter's morning whilst her mother was visiting her family in the Old Kingdom, and was christened with a charter mark soon after birth. The daughter of an Ancelstierran politician and a woman from the Old Kingdom, Kiasha was constantly stuck between two worlds. It was a rare day that she would be allowed to travel with her mother into the Old Kingdom to visit her relatives there. The journey was simply too dangerous to take a young child along. Kiasha's first visit to Roble's Town was when she turned eleven years old, where she felt at home for the first time in her life. However, the visit was soon over, and it wasn't long before Kiasha was back home in her father's house in Corvere.

A year later, Kiasha was sent to school at Wyverley College. Although her father had been dead set against the idea of Kiasha being schooled anywhere except the prestigious schools in Corvere, Kiasha's mother was adamant that Kiasha would go to school somewhere close to the Wall, where she could learn about and practice (to a certain extent) charter magic. Every year, Kiasha would go back to Corvere for the summer, and every year she got older, her father's friends would introduce their children to her to play with. But Kiasha soon got bored of their backwards attitudes and went off on her own, finding her own adventures and often coming back late in the evening covered in dirt and dust, her eyes alight with all that she had managed to get up to out of the confines of the house.

Hers was a lonely existence. Though Kiasha made acquaintances in Wyverley, she never really got especially close to anyone. She much preferred their company to those she had to endure in Corvere, but she had always been a very independent spirit and didn't like to rely on others for help or for company. It was perhaps this sense of independence that drove Kiasha to leave Wyverley College early. Granted, she worked extremely hard and managed to get through her last three years of schooling in only one year. She graduated aged only sixteen, and before her father could get his ideas rolling for the next part of his plan for her life, Kiasha took all of the money she had saved up over the past four years (plus a little more from her father coffers -- he wouldn't miss it), and jumped on a boat sailing to the lands to the south of Ancelstierre.

Kiasha had barely any plans for this journey. It had been taken on a whim, and although she had taken a lot of money with her, half of it had ended up being spent on bartering with a captain to let a young woman on board his ship. Sailors were notoriously not very fond of having woman aboard their ship, and Kiasha's money wouldn't extend as far as chartering a passenger ship. In the end she had had to pass herself off as a boy, and took a job as a cabin boy to get to the southern lands. As soon as they reached land, Kiasha jumped ship and went out to the wider world, to find the something in her life that she had always felt was missing. Kiasha had been thinking for months before graduating that her life was one routine after another. She had felt that the only way to find some kind of meaning in her life would be to break that routine, to take a chance on something that she couldn't know the outcome of.

For one whole year, Kiasha worked in one of the small inns along by the harbour she had come off ship in. It took a while for her to grasp the language, though it wasn't too dissimilar to her own; it seemed to be mainly the accent and intonations that were different. The year passed with few problems. Of course, being among rowdy sailors, Kiasha had to learn how to defend herself, and after only a few weeks, she fell into the routine of always keeping a knife strapped to her leg to be used in emergencies. Perhaps it was her genes or her upbringing, but Kiasha learned that she was quite proficient at dealing with situations verbally and calming things down before a fight could ensue. Knowing this, the inn's owner, a stout little lady called Bria, made sure that Kiasha was always working the tables at night when the inn got most customers.

However, after her first year, Kiasha realised that once again, she had fallen into a slogging routine. Day after day she would work for Bria, making a small amount of money, but doing nothing else. She made no friends, had no spare time for anything except sleep, and generally felt emotionally numb. That was, until one night when the sailors had had their fill from the inn's beer supplies and were wandering their way back to their ships, and Kiasha was left clearing up the mess they had left behind. She was tired, and just wanted to get the job done quickly so that she could retire to bed. However, only ten minutes after she had started to clear up, Kiasha heard a loud ruckus outside. As usually, she ignored the noise and continued working, piling her arms full with crockery. However, just as she was passing the front door to get to the kitchen, her arms piled high with crockery, Kiasha was suddenly knocked off of her feet as the door slammed off its hinges into her side, throwing Kiasha to the floor underneath it, her pile of crockery smashing all over the floor.

On instinct, Kiasha rolled out from underneath the door, and a good thing too, because as soon as she was back on her feet, she saw two men brawling in the front room of the inn. About to shout at them to stop breaking all the furniture, Kiasha's words were taken from her as another pair of fighters rolled their way into the room. Within what seemed like seconds, whatever brawl had been engaged outside in the street was taking place completely inside the inn. Finally managing to knock herself out of her stunned silence, Kiasha had pushed her way to the middle of the group and clambered onto a tabletop. She placed two fingers in her mouth and let out a whistle loud enough to knock seagulls off their perches, and didn't stop until everyone was silent.

It hadn't taken long for Kiasha to find out what was going on and to then tell the lot of them that they would pay for the damages before getting the hell out of there. She had been tempted to add "and never come back" to the end of her proposal, but even rowdy people such as these brought in money, and Kiasha had doubted that Bria would appreciate losing their custom, even if they had wrecked her front room. Even so, once they had all left, Kiasha went back to tidying, groaning that she would never be able to sleep tonight. However, she was just picking up a chair's broken leg when someone put their hand on her shoulder, forcing her to turn around. The man was clearly drunk, and from the look in his eyes, Kiasha had no doubts about what he was thinking. Even drunk, the man was very strong and had quickly pushed Kiasha back onto a tabletop, her arms pinned down each side of her head. He had taken her by surprise, and now that she was pinned down with no leverage, there was nothing she could do. For once, panic rose in Kiasha's throat. She had never been this helpless; had never allowed herself to get into this sort of situation before, and berated herself for being slack this night.

However, seconds later -- though it seemed like an eternity to panic-stricken Kiasha -- the man was pulled off of her and had been thrown none-too-ceremoniously out of the front door. All the tension left Kiasha's body and she lay there for a few seconds, her mind a blank. Whens he finally brought her mind back to the present, she saw a man standing over her, his pale face set with a look of deep concern. After making sure that Kiasha was alright, the man had introduced himself as Janco. After that, Kiasha never left his side. He was a mercenary soldier, and a good one at that. He taught Kiasha -- who had left the inn that night with him -- how to defend herself properly, with and without a weapon. For the next year, Kiasha lived with Janco and his small group, never taking part in any of their larger operations, but lending a helping hand where she could. Finally Kiasha had found somewhere that she felt she belonged. And someone she felt she belonged with. Janco made her feel alive, and treated her as an equal. She found herself always smiling and laughing when in his company.

But just shy of a year later, that perfect paradise came to an abrupt end. Janco was killed whilst on a mission, his body brought back to their camp by the rest of the group to be laid to rest properly. Kiasha went into a dark place then. She could sometimes be found sitting alone staring at nothing. However, a couple of weeks later, Kiasha heard one of Janco's men -- now lead by one of the others -- mention that there was a big ruckus in the nearby port about a passenger ship docking for the north. With another of the snap decisions that had landed her on this southern land in the first place, Kiasha left the group and headed for the port, hoping that the little money she had left could barter a place on the ship.

Kiasha couldn't stand to be in this country and longer and needed to get out. Deep down she always knew that it was just running away, but she had never loved someone so deeply and lost them like she had Janco. So, having managing to just barely scrape a passage on the ship bound for Ancelstierre, Kiasha arrived back in her home country. Her father was, as expected, furious at her for leaving so suddenly, but even so, he was glad that she had returned, as she was his only child. Kiasha's mother, however, was another story. She wasn't in Corvere at all. She had travelled to Roble's Town in the Old Kingdom upon having heard news that her family had been hurt in some kind of attack. However, more news came the next day: Kiasha's mother sent a letter saying that her whole family had been killed, and she would be staying there for the time being. Not wanting her mother to be alone in her time of grief (and needing an escape from her father's overbearing nature), Kiasha decided to follow her mother and travel to Roble's Town. Her father had the appropriate papers drawn up (concern for his wife overriding annoyance that his daughter would be leaving again so soon), and with that, Kiasha left on another adventure, her heart still a dark and dangerous place.

``personality
The Good
Kiasha is an extremely determined individual. If she has a goal in mind, she will do everything in her
power to obtain that goal. She is intelligent and quick-minded and has a tongue that can charm the
birds out of the trees, though rarely ever uses it as she prefers peace and quiet over speaking.
Beneath her rough exterior, Kiasha is a very upright and moral person like her father. If she sees
someone doing something she believes to be wrong, she will do whatever she can to stop them.

The Bad
With her search for keeping her thoughts on the present rather than the past, Kiasha has a penchant
for walking into dangerous situations. Though she can usually make her way through these, she
doesn't tend to take very good care of the people with her. She finds it very difficult to make new
relationships with people, preferring to be alone.

The Ugly
Kiasha can sometimes seem extremely prejudiced, mostly due to her upbringing. She can be very
narrow-minded and conceited. If someone is travelling with her, she will tend to put her own
interests first. Kiasha can also be quite cruel, generally believing in the philosophy to put the life
of one person behind the importance of the lives of many.

The Unknown
Kiasha, although she hides it well beneath her tough, ice-cold exterior, is a broken person. Ever
since losing Janco, she has been plagued with nightmares and visions of horrible scenes of death
and destruction. She does whatever she can to hide from the truth of Janco's death.

``other information

Preferred Weapon
Her talwar-style scimitar, pictured here. Kiasha also carries a bow, though isn't an amazingly skilled archer.

Skills
Kiasha is an excellent strategist, able to alter plans and ideas in her mind as soon as the situation changes.

Occupation
Traveller.

``sample roleplay

The night was drawing in with a cool chill, and the sounds of slow hoof-beats could be heard along Bain's cobbled streets as a cloaked figure on horseback made its way towards the "Dancing Bear" inn. Rain began to patter down on the town, adding to the noise of the horse's hooves. Inside her hood, Kiasha Morey's expression didn't seem to even register the change in the weather. She didn't need to, after all; the cloak would keep her from getting too wet, and she was almost at her destination anyway. It had been a very long time since she had been to Bain, and even then she had only been through a handful of times, always accompanied by armed guards, and of course her mother. Her father had never entered the Old Kingdom, being of the mind that there was no point in its existence anyway.

Much as Kiasha loved her father Richard Morey for his stern arm in Ancelstierran politics and his ability to argue his point in a logical and direct manner, she had been unable to stay at his home for more than a few nights this time. It had been three whole years since Kiasha had seen or heard from her parents. Three whole years in which she had lived and worked in the lands to the south of Ancelstierre across the seas. It had been an enlightening experience, but one which had come to an abrupt and final end, an end which Kiasha constantly tried to forget, pushing the memories and the nightmares aside as inconsequential. She would not let her fears and doubts plague her waking hours, however, and had instead decided on action.

Almost as soon as Kiasha had arrived back at her father's house in Ancelstierre, a message had arrived from her mother who had gone to the Old Kingdom -- Roble's Town to be exact -- to visit her relatives. The message did not deliver good news, however, and stated that an attack had killed nearly all of Eliann Morey's family. She had said that she would stay in the Old Kingdom to help her elderly mother get through her grief. Much as Kiasha's father loved his wife, he could not leave Ancelstierre to go comfort his wife -- and Kiasha suspected he would never set foot on Old Kingdom soil for love nor money -- and so Kiasha had volunteered to go in his stead. Much to his annoyance, he could see no other way, and made Kiasha promise that she would be back as soon as she could for what Kiasha suspected would be some kind of match-making party. Much as she loved her father, they would never agree on some things -- Kiasha's independence being one of them.

And so here she was, making her way slowly to Roble's Town.

Although Kiasha had travelled there before, she had never travelled alone, nor had she ever had to plan the journey herself. However, she could remember the places she would need to go through on the way, and she would never forget the gorgeous little cottage that her grandma lived in. Kiasha was sure she could get there easily enough. The only problem she might have would be with the Dead. Her mother's note hadn't stated that that was what had killed her family, but from the lack of details on the attack itself, Kiasha was sure that it must be the case. Richard Morey had always steadfastly refused to believe in the existence of the Dead and Charter magic, and so it was no surprise to Kiasha that her mother had left that detail out of her letter. However, Kiasha would have to be very careful. She had learnt enough Charter magic to get by during her time at Wyverley College, and had been quite proficient in its use, but she doubted the little she could control would be much use against the Dead. It also didn't help that she didn't know an awful lot about them. The Morey household had always been an Old-Kingdom-talk-free zone, and the only times Kiasha had garnered any knowledge of the dangers in the Old Kingdom had been when she had visited there with her mother. The armed guards had been Old Kingdom citizens and were eager to tell Kiasha what they knew. However, Kiasha was sure there was still a lot to learn.

Danger there may be, but that had never stopped Kiasha Morey before. She had always been one to throw herself into any situation, no matter the danger involved. Since coming back to Ancelstierre, however, that habit had become more pronounced in Kiasha's mind. She didn't care much for herself. As long as she got what she needed to do done, she didn't think it mattered what happened to her.

Finally, Kiasha's horse came to a standstill, and Kiasha looked up at the sign hanging above her: The Dancing Bear, it read. She vaguely remembered the name of the tavern from her last trip through Bain, but the place seemed reasonable enough from the outside at any rate, and so she brought her leg up over the horse's rump and stepped down into the muddy roadway, her knee-length riding boots getting splashed in the rain. Taking the horse's reigns, Kiasha walked him to the side where she could see a stable, obviously part of the tavern. Peeking her head inside the stable, Kiasha spotted a small boy brushing down another horse. Calling him over, she handed him the reigns and told him she would be staying at the tavern so he should take care of her horse. The boy nodded, obviously scared by the figure in the hooded cloak -- Kiasha always forgot that the deep hood meant that it was almost impossible to see her face when it was up. Still, not really caring that the boy was a little startled, Kiasha took a few things out of her saddlebags and walked back to the inn's main entrance.

Stepping inside whilst lowering her hood, Kiasha was mildly surprised with the interior. It looked clean yet well-worn, the perfect atmosphere for an inn of this size. Even if Kiasha came from a wealthy background, she knew the value of money from her lack of it over the past three years, and would never again squander it unnecessarily. So this inn, in its comfortable yet affordable-looking state, seemed the perfect place to spend the night. Making her way over to the bar area, Kiasha nodded at the innkeeper, and asked if there were any rooms available for the night. When he replied that there were, Kiasha nodded thankfully and asked for the price.

"Don't worry about the price my dear. Have a drink first and we'll get you settled in." The stout man said with a smile, "What's your name? I'll need to add it to the register." Kiasha blinked at that. She had forgotten about registers, something that innkeepers in the south never bothered with. Or perhaps it was just the overcrowded inns that Kiasha had worked in that hadn't had any need for them.

"Kiasha Morey." Maybe she should have used a fake name -- after all, her father wasn't particularly well-liked in these parts -- but Kiasha had no time for fakery, even for something as trivial as a name. If anyone were to have a problem with her being here, then she would settle it then and there. She didn't have time for anyone who thought that she was anything like her father. In attitude, perhaps, she was more like her father than her mother, but in how she felt about the Old Kingdom, there couldn't be two more opposing ideas. Kiasha had loved the Old Kingdom from the moment she was born; it had been the location of all her childhood stories and dreams, and even though she had searched the south for something to keep her life interesting, the Old Kingdom was where she really belonged.

Soon after, Kiasha was seated on a comfortable chair beside the window with a mug of ale on the table in front of her. She had taken most of her belongings to her room, and now waited on her dinner. As she waited, the room grew warmer, and Kiasha stood to remove her cloak. As she did so, her long dark-brown hair spilled over her bare shoulders. Perhaps quite unconventional in these parts, Kiasha wore a brown leather corset that had large baggy cream sleeves attached just below the shoulder, and this matched with her dark brown leather riding trousers that were well-worn but extremely comfortable. Ignoring the few looks from other patrons, Kiasha's large hazel eyes fixed on the window, watching the rain pour down on the pavements outside. She wondered vaguely if it would be raining like this all the way to Roble's Town. She hoped not, but from the almanac she had scavenged, it seemed more than likely.

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[Ilorin Sayre]

This character has been Accepted.

This character is a Charter Mage.


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