Patience Tilly

Basic Information

Age:14
Nation of origin:Arad Doman
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Brown
Skin:Olive (the yellow ones, not the red ones or the green ones)
Height:5’2 and 1/6th long (precision courtesy of Sartorial influence)
Voice:The frou-frou of rough on smooth, like canvas on Satin.
Personality:Quiet, shy, suspicious, fatalistic, responsible and trustworthy: a giant ball made from rubber bands.
Special Skills:Sewing
Weaknesses:Most things not sewing; She’s little; Has not been equipped with adequate confrontational skills and is rather passive.

One Power Breakdown

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Air	Earth	Fire	Spirit	Water	Strenth	SkillPotency
6	6 (7)	6 (7)	6	6	30(32)	34	64

History

Life is not without humour (except when it’s just awful) and the birth of Patience brought, along with placenta and a fair hurl of screaming, a period of black humour for her family.
The Tilly’s were tailors; Patience was the youngest of six sisters. Her mother died from consumption shortly after her birth; it gobbled her right up is how Patience remembered it and you can imagine how this helped in her development of healthy, platonic relationships.
It just didn’t.
The Tilly’s specialised in men’s clothing, after all, whipped cream has more substance than your average Domani gown, especially if you add sugar, and while women would pay idiotic prices to achieve the same effect as running naked through a spider web, men’s attire was far harder to come by in good quality and required more skill. Of course, I would be biased, wouldn’t I?
Patience’s first memories of her father were of a frightening and bear-like creature: loud, hairy, a little concerning, but in the short years of her life he too succumbed to consumption in the form of tragedy and personal demons, eroding him like a beach cliff only much, much faster.
Her eldest sister, as her mother before her, died in childbirth; that made five. Another of her sisters was abducted from market and never found again—four. These losses adversely affected the family, as well as its source of economy. They were each skilled tailors, but . . . many hands make light work unless you’ve blown a fuse.
Unsurprisingly the three tragedies up until now had been punctuated by modest demotions in lifestyle and social standing; houses became smaller and new toys rarer. And if that weren’t bad enough Mr. Tilly was becoming less and less inclined to allow his daughters outside.
Naturally, when you are made of copper lightning is bound to strike twice, and the Tilly’s certainly had a lot of mettle between them. A disease spread through their village like birds migrating, quickly and with unerring accuracy. Two of Patience’s sisters died outright, but she and her remaining sister survived . . . almost.
Patience suffered from disfigurement, the posthumous evidence of a dead disease. There would be no diaphanous gowns for this little Domani; her abdomen and back were heavily damaged, and her lungs scarred, resulting in an overhaul in personality and speech.
Her final sister was not killed by the disease, as stated, but it did dig her grave, make all the funeral arrangements, hand her a fancy bouquet and then very pointedly suggest she fall down and die. This was a request her sister granted and that was that.
The Tilly’s with their manpower of two, scaled down to a cozy, two-storey cottage, just enough room to earn a modest income for their modest needs. Patience’s body had been damaged but the mind of her father had been harmed more; he was a paranoid tyrant, never letting her alone or giving her peace, but she understood and tried her best.
And now we finally get as close to present as we’re going to: the day the aes sedai came to town. It would be remiss not to add the level of respect and authority they wielded, but for the common folk this had a lot to do with the rumours of their stealing children. What more can I say? Patience’s father in his deranged state didn’t require much pushing, so it was off to her room upstairs with her, for as many days as it took the witch to leave.
But Patience did not intend to miss this exciting procession, and when the aes sedai rode past her house, she arranged to be draped out the window. Due to bad luck and a little clumsiness, however, she ended up falling out the window and dangling from the sill, a bright little cloud beneath a dish-water sky. Anyone directly beneath her could already see her undergarments, no need to flail her legs and give a better view. This was the first real Domani thing she’d ever done! She felt (in her vast wisdom) holding very still and not making a sound would be the best course of action; she would wait for the aes sedai to pass.
Her plan failed.
Her little fingers slipped and she tumbled to the dirty right in front of the aes sedai’s horse. It wasn’t very painful, the cottage wasn’t high, but it was eloquently embarrassing. There is no better way to get the attention of an aes sedai than falling out of the sky, unless, for instance, you are on fire and speaking in tongues while hurling laser beams at windows.
Evidently, aes sedai do steal children, but with a great deal of diplomacy and their gravity has its own moon.
And the rest, as they say, is history . . . or in this case future.

Requirements

Novice

BIO	QUZ	OPBD	MON	OPRP	NC1	ARCH
Yes	Yes	Yes	No	No	No	No