Basic Information
Age:134Nation of origin:Cairhien
Hair:Long, waist length straight hair
Eyes:Black
Skin:Pale
Height:5'3
Description:Camigwen is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And heart breakingly so as well. Her eyes sparkle and her face is a perfect oval. She has dimples when she smiles. Although her face is ageless, her features are those of a pretty girl. She is slim, not curvy, but graceful and has an air of nobility about her. People often say she has a “presence”, and eyes are often drawn to her even when she does not declare her identity as Aes Sedai.
Voice:Light, feathery
Personality:Camigwen is surprisingly friendly and not at all as cold as she looks. People usually fear approaching her on the first look but often find her warm hearted and kind once they interact with her. She is very refreshingly youthful, but beneath that has a very firm maturity that comes from a strong upbringing. Her heart is in the right place, but sometimes tries to help too many people, resulting in physical and emotional exhaustion. Very often, she can be seen staring off into space, breathless and with a slight sad look in her eyes. But she never lets anyone see her in this state if she can help it.
Special Skills:Great with herbology and cooking.
Weaknesses:Is not athletic at all. Lousy stamina. Hates walking or running or anything requiring physical effort
One Power Breakdown
| Air | Earth | Fire | Spirit | Water | >Strenth | SkillPotency | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 5 | 5 | 5 | 6 | 6 | 27(27) | 26 | 53 |
History
Camigwen Klatsang Marivin was born in the little Village of Tremonsien, just beyond the capital city. Her father was a wine merchant that often was away from home. His travels brought him to great cities and he often brought home not only stories of his adventures but also little trinkets and ribbons that kept his girl happy. Her mother was a maid at the nearby inn, a place called the Nine Rings, run by Mistress Maglin. Most of the day, Camigwen spent alone in the company of her brother, ten years older than her and to her, the most good looking person alive.
Her first 4 years were spent in absolute innocence. Most of her days were spent at home, either playing with the trinkets her father bought her or following her brother on his many fantasy adventures. Her brother was extremely well read, having been taught History at the capital. So many of his adventures were about Warders and Aes Sedai and Trollocs and Dreadlords. As a result Camigwen’s mind was constantly ablaze with the stories of exploits of Lews Therin and Guaire Amalasan.
When she was 5, her mother began to teach her about cooking and the various herbs and their uses. Little did she know, her mother had once studied at the White Tower as a channeler and failed the test to become an Accepted and was put out of the Tower. Her interest in healing and herbology grew far more than her interest in cooking did. But that is not to say she wasn’t a good cook. Far from it. From the age of 9 she had started working in the kitchens of The Nine Rings and by the age of 12 was on her own cooking up dishes. Those who tasted her food never regretted it, and many came back to the Nine Rings Inn looking for her.
She caught the eye of a passing Aes Sedai when she was 14 and was forced to leave her tearful mother. During the last few days before she left for the White Tower, her mother told a shocked Camigwen everything she knew about the Tower and how to best spend her time and focus learning to be Aes Sedai. In her heart, her mother had prepared for the worst. But no amount of dissuasion could keep Camigwen from the White Tower.
But her mother needn’t have worried.
Camigwen was a gifted Novice. She was well loved by her fellow Novices because of her kindness. Most of the Aes Sedai who taught her were surprised by how intelligent this little girl was. From most of their experiences, pretty girls were usually too caught up with their own looks to go far. And Camigwen was beautiful. And she knew it.
Still, she was never the one to turn down a request for a favour. More often than not, she sought out those who found the Novice training tough and gave them solace. Her skills with herbs meant she often could provide salves and poultices out of the plants in the garden, either to sooth the pain of spankings or to help a homesick Novice sleep. Her popularity grew, as did her knowledge of the One Power.
Within 6 years of being a Novice, she was tested to be Accepted. It was the day she most dreaded. Memories of what her mother told her and how her mother had failed dragged at her. And part of her was ready to pack up and leave. Facing the ter’angreal as it throbbed, Camigwen wished she had not accepted the invitation to the White Tower.
But it was soon over. And Camigwen was Raised. One of her Arches had included her brother dying from an illness that she couldn’t cure. Her beautiful, beautiful brother, wasted away to nothingness. And from that day forth, she swore to herself that no matter which Ajah she eventually chose, she would make Healing a priority.
As a result, her scores during lessons on Healing were exemplary while her lessons on defense weaves caused her teachers much despair. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested. But somehow at the last moment the weaves would collapse and nothing would keep the attack weave from hitting her. But she considered the wounds from those lesson a personal penance of sorts. For the people in the world who couldn’t be Healed and suffered far more than she did.
This was a noble penance indeed, however it drained her emotionally. She constantly spent her time meditating on the suffering of others, and often had to fight tears that would stream down her face uncontrollably. Her fellow Accepted friends loved her, and they feared for her mental health. As much as possible, they gave her all the love in the world. And she was grateful.
By the time she was 23, she had fully blossomed in to a woman. Slim, breathtaking and graceful, there were those who envied her. But all her friends loved her. It was then she discovered the joy of having a pillow friend.
Lustinia Tulsi was equally breathtaking as Camigwen and was assigned to her as a roommate. The two quickly became fast friends and were inseparable. Camigwen loved her roommate and eventually learnt of her friend’s sorry past. Having been abandoned by both parents, Lustinia was forced to defend herself in the streets of Ebou Dar. And was eventually driven to prostitution at the tender age of 14. Her only consolation was that with her immaculate looks she only serviced the rich and the Noble. As a result, she learnt much of the etiquettes of the Nobility as well as Daes Dae’mar. The Game of Houses.
As the two girls got closer and eventually became pillow friends, Lustinia began teaching Camigwen the intricacies of Daes Dae’mar, schooling the young girl in the arts of intrigue and mystique. To her surprise, Camigwen took to it like fish into water, and soon they were both manipulating the Accepteds like two queen bees. Not to say there weren’t moments of conflict as well. More often than not, it involved the struggle of who would get to lead and the other follow. But it was quickly resolved during the night, when they would kiss each other’s tears away.
One final factor sealed Camigwen’s resolve to be Yellow.
On her 6th year as an Accepted, Lustinia died. She had been running an errand for an Aes Sedai in the city and had apparently been mortally wounded by an out of control horse. Camigwen never heard the exact details, for nothing seemed to matter to her anymore. She attended not the funeral service nor the private gathering of close Accepted friends in the South Tower. She needed none of that, as an Accepted, she mourned for close to 6 months. Unable to focus on lessons, nor associate with her usual friends, they began to give up on her. Many of the Aes Sedai despaired over the loss of someone as gifted as her, but they could do nothing as she wasted away. Literally. For eating no longer seemed appealing to her. As a result her body suffered and never quite recovered from the trauma. And for the rest of her life, she remained physically weak and unable to endure long hours of physical activity. She seldom turned up for meals and sometimes couldn’t be seen for days.
This changed one day. Her mother had turned up one day, herself unable to stop crying, for it had broken her heart to see her daughter so. And begged. Begged. That Camigwen would snap out of it. Also with the news that her father had died.
There had been a plague in Tremonsien. Yellow sisters had turned up and tried to Heal as many as they could. But her father had been one of those that had not had the fortune of the attention of a Yellow Sister. That was not to be helped for there were too many sick and dying and too few Aes Sedai available.
That jolted Camigwen out of her depression.
From that day, Camigwen fought to be Yellow. Vowing that no matter what happened and how hard she had to fight, she would be a Healer. And a Healer of great strength and compassion. She would never allow another to die in her presence in possible. Nor would she allow others to suffer. And from that her path to being a Yellow Sister was paved.
She was Raised to Aes Sedai at the age of 34. One of the youngest to be Raised. But she did pass her testing with flying colours. She immediately chose the Yellow Ajah.
Her gift with Healing was near miraculous and by the age of 92, they had raised her to be a Sitter of the Hall. From that point on, she did all she could do to fight her own battle against pain, suffering and death. When the First Weaver, Eqwina al’Caupthn stepped down as Head of the Yellow Ajah it was a natural choice that Camigwen took over at the age of 132.
Camigwen Klatsang Marivin, Head of the Yellow Ajah, never looked back. Even as she watched her family grow old and die, she fought on hard and fast. Onwards to the Last Battle.