<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>As an Accepted, Theraeve had enjoyed all of the attention and the reverent looks that she received from members of the opposite sex. Funnily enough, it was the one thing about life in the White Tower which made her feel the most special, even more than her ability to wield the One Power with considerable aptitude. The memories of that much simpler time tasted bittersweet now when she reflected back on them, sometimes wishing that she could trade her title of Aes Sedai along with all of the duties and freedoms that it came with it back in; to just go back to having nothing to worry about but her chores, her classes and coming up with the next amusing prank. Theraeve made a conscious effort to dismiss that faintly nauseating sensation of nostalgia from her mind. Learning to suppress and compartmentalized her emotions had been a necessity for her, probably the only thing that kept her sane, although when that failed, a stiff drink could come in handy as well.<br/><br/>Dressed in a dark red lace-up shirt with the laces only partially done, a leather girdle around her waist, a pair of black trousers and matching knee-high leather boots, she stepped on to the sands where the Tower's Trainees, Valdars and Gaidin came to hone their bodies and sharpen their skills.<br/><br/>Gone were the mens' reverent looks as she made her way across the training grounds, replaced by cautious wariness and in some cases even fear, as if her hatred towards them ran so deep that she would just make them spontaneously combust on a whim. It was annoying, to be sure, but having heard many of the conversations that went on between the sisters of her Ajah, she had to admit that perhaps it was justified. In any case, she'd had years to get accustomed to it by now, so she'd learned to tolerate it for the most part.<br/><br/>Despite all of the self-doubts that plagued her and her displeasure at the stagnant or even regressive stance of her Ajah in regards to dealing with the Saidin issue, Theraeve still believed that what she did was a necessary evil for the greater good. Left unchecked, the male channelers would go insane and end up dying anyways. At least she could give them some chance to carry on, as small as it may be, not to mention save countless of innocents in the process.<br/><br/>That's what pushed her to constantly aim towards improvement - well, that and the fact that she didn't really know anything else. Whenever possible, she would practice her hand to hand combat against men to more accurately simulate what she'd face in the real world. Ironically, even though the White Tower boasted some of the finest warriors, Theraeve got much better practice elsewhere, especially where her sparring partners didn't know or care that she was Aes Sedai.<br/><br/>Instead, here they all held back, even when she went out of her way to leave glaring openings for them to strike. In a matter of minutes, Theraeve had already gone through three different Valdars, growing so frustrated with the last one that she nearly lost herself and snapped his arm while taking him down. Probably not the best way to go about dispelling the stereotype associated with her Ajah, in hindsight. She tried to apologize, but the young man was already currying away, bumbling something about the infirmary.<br/><br/>Glancing around for anyone else who'd like to have a go, Theraeve could only sigh hopelessly as every man nearby either averted her gaze or was already pretending to be busy with something else.<br/><br/>