Kerry Clearspring Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah

[Kerry Sedai]

Name: Kerry Clearspring
Birthplace: Village of Combe, Andor
Home: Tar Valon
Affiliation: Aes Sedai
Age: ~40
Family: Unknown

Appearance: Kerry is one of those Aes Sedai that you would stare at for half an hour before it occurred to you that you couldn't put an age to those timelessly beautiful features, soft red lips and radiant sapphire blue eyes with her silky soft skin making it all seem less relevant. At least when she is introspective and not cutting with the icy tongue of an Aes Sedai riled to a storm of terrifying serenity.

Her general body shape is curvaceous with very large and nicely shaped breasts, bottom and hips forming a delicious hourglass that have most greens true to their name when she sways her way past.

Her ankles are rather pretty aswell, especially in heels.


Biography:

Kerry was sent to the White Tower by her parents on the clear initial manifestation of her abilities with the One Power. She had to make most of the journey on her own and felt like she had been cast out because of her talents. She never went back after being raised to the shawl, though she still sometimes wonders if her parents had other children.

Not too long after being raised to the shawl she was requested as an advisor by the First Counsel of Far Madding, an uncomfortable position leading to her having a somewhat irregular style of advising, often attending to matters in the Counsel's stead, so as to not have to spend her time within the Guardian, unless official duties were called for.

She was able to have a small manor in the countryside which suited her purposes and made a nice retreat for conducting business away from the public eye.

Some time after the Aiel War, with an understanding reached between the current ruler and the Tower; Kerry followed up in Falme, a position she was also offered at the same time.

She found this posting agreeable aswell. The noblewoman that ruled Falme at this time was widely considered to have been close with her and what went on behind closed doors was held discreetly private.

While public offices tended to be assigned on merit during this time there was a clear bias towards women of the pretty variety, when there was nothing much between two seeking the position in skill or experience. This led to tension with the Watchers over the Waves, who held a some sway over how things were run in Falme.

These matters never came to a head until the arrival of the Seanchan Hailene, which shattered the almost tranquil, comfortable existence she had enjoyed as the favored advisor to Lady Ivalnes, her contacts in Arad Doman and Tarabon having allowed her to play careful games and keep the city out of the troubles on the Almoth Plain. Even as the city became slightly more like a capital on Toman Head, than an incidentally large village.

Leashed by the Seanchan and made Damane, she never knew what had become of the Lady Ruler, though she had ample time to wilt under the control of the Sul'dam. Her name had even amused some of the leasholders, who thought that 'Keri' was a fitting name for a Damane and tried many things to break her over the months in which they held the city.

The Seanchan were curious about her position and the respect she had been shown as 'Aes Sedai', believing the reports of Townsfolk and the general rumor mill that Aes Sedai did indeed enslave and rule by sly words, backed by the use of their Marath'damane powers and she knew helplessness and fear as few Aes Sedai have ever known.

As fate would have it, in the confusion of the Seanchan retreat one of Lady Ivalnes servants was able to enter the kennels and with her anxious instructions remove her leash. It was a difficult thing to escape and took every ounce of skill to avoid being placed in that situation again, but she was able to make it through the night until the battle was over.

Her heart was both lightened and weighed by the news that the Lady Ruler and most of her court had been slain for their refusal to swear the oaths and accept Seanchan dominion. Pain only growing more intense in her realization that her captivity had been a key sticking point.

With the city under a sort of chaos, she did as best she could to restore a semblance of normal life, but always she felt that tug on her neck and awoke in a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the cool nights. Once a provisional council of prominent citizens was placed in charge of matters she departed for Tar Valon. Fleeing the coastline and those immense, terrible ships that had borne the invaders to the destruction of one home already.