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Ember
This is just what I’m imagining her as you can imagine her as whatever you want.Here
Hight:5,2(lol I put my height)
age:17
personality:curious but can get scary like shit also kindly
hobbies:sewing, reading, killing things in her mind, annoying people and overthinking
Ember was the daughter of a lowly light eyes and a dark eyes of 1st dawn. She had a sheltered life living in a small village in jahkeved near the border with herdaz and alethkar with around 100 people living there. Before she could understand how people treated her differently because she was dark eyed, her village was burnt down on her 5th weeping.
For years, she was living on the streets of herdaz. After years, an old tailor couple that she’d been surviving near took her in. The couple were extremely kind, and she learns that their names where sanbi and jax.
Sanbi taught her to sew and read, which she had taken quite a liking to. While jax taught her how to survive and basic fighting.
Her life continued to go normal until her 17th year. Her mouth got her into a lot of trouble, while she was walking home from the bookstore. She should have just kept her head down, but she couldn’t ignore a little boy being bullied, so she went up to the kid who was bullying him, and she said “leave him alone you storming bully can’t you see he’s hurt? What did he do to you?!” He just slapped her and said “he was in my way now leave me alone girl”.
Turns out the bully was a well known gangs son.
She got let off... well she believed until at 3 in the morning her house was burning. She looked for sanbi and jax until she heard them telling her to go and run away. Ember didn’t leave she tried to get to the old couple who saved her but they were trapped and just as she got to them a flaming beam fell on them burning and crushing them.
She ran out of the burning house and fell to her knees and stared at the place which became her home. She started bawling until she felt someone behind her. Ember felt a bag cover her head and being thrown over someone’s shoulder. She was too socked to do anything and passed out.
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Next thing she knew, she was at a slave auction. Eventually she was bought by no other than Tavlocav. She was brought to a caravan and put in one of the carts.
For days and days she just watched the scenery pass by regretting trying to help that little boy. Then she started to get angry, angry that both of the people she believed to be parents were killed.
After two weeks being in tavlocavs caravan, she realized she needed to change something. There was no use in continuing to be angry at something she couldn’t change, so she started stretching. She could train, so she settled for flexibility, so if she wanted to kick someone in the face she could.
So every day she would wake up and stretch, then get morning slop enjoy the sights and fantise killing the people who burnt down her home than afternoon slop more stretching and then sleep.
She went on for weeks like that and saw a few of kaladins escape attempts and so eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she went up to the tall alethi man “hey you're the guy who ran last week right? I heard you got far” Ember said. The man looked up then replied “yea that was me, I’m kal... kaladin and who are you?” She replied saying “I’m Ember, been on here for two and a half weeks, how about you?” “3 weeks here but I’ve been with many other slavers” he said. Ember could feel he didn’t want to continue the conversation, and so She left to go back to her usual spot at the side watching the scenery.