Name: Dola Alqardi
Class: Novice -> Brawler -> Ruffian
Character Skill: Daunt
Affinity: archaeology
Personal Fault: Nothing Else But Fantasy: When in combat against Dark Magic, -15 Eva.
Personal Skill: The Inspiration I've Looked For: Under 50% HP, +2 DMG.
/ Personal Skill: Praise My Cleverness: After downing an opponent, +15 Crit to the next combat.
// Personal Skill: All Praise to Innocence: While adjacent to a supported ally, +15 Hit.
Preferred Stats: Skill, Speed
Weapon Profs: Fist (E)
Level: 1 (Trainee)
Total Level: 1
Special:
Initial Stats - Progression Spent: (330%/330%)
HP: 17+1 (60%)
STR: 3+1 (60%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 3 (60%)
LCK: 1 (30%)
DEF: 2+2 (50%)
RES: 1 (10%)
SPD: 3 (60%)
CON: 4
AID: 3
MOV: 4
Starting Weapon: Leather Cestus
Bio:
Long ago, in the First Age, the world was different. Giants roamed the earth. Mosk and Merk, eternal rivals, hurled bolts of lightning at each other across the long plains of the world. Elsbet, Queen of All, ruled fairly over the entire world as her domain, with wise Anla at her side. Eagles could fly to the Moon in the sky above as easily as they could fly through air. The world held wonders that unrivalled even in the Age of Legends, still yet to be understood even by the Aes Sedai of the Age of Legends, let alone those who walked the world in this present age, such as the Portal Stones, capable of transporting those with the right knowledge and strength in the One Power to worlds unknown. The First Age was a time of myth enshrouded in the fog of ages, and a time yet to come, not even a twinkle in the eyes of the descendants of those who live now. The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass.
So were the dreams of Dola Alqardi, daughter of Masuf Alqardi, prosperous Domani merchant and descendant of a long line of Domani merchants. Her father specialised in trading fabric, but his pantries could be full with whatever he saw to be profitable. His journeys took him as far afield as Cairhien, and young Dola came with him on all his journeys. Dola never truly felt at home in any country; though her father technically lived and owned property in Bandar Eban, in practice his homes were the inns, houses and other establishments that would house him and his caravan, and her home was at her father's side. Other children could boast that their fathers built them dolls of wood and cloth to impress them, but Dola alone could brag of the trinkets her father brought her; small trinkets that held no value save historical. Her favorite among the trinkets was a simple badge, the name long since, if any, etched away,with an odd blue and white checkered pattern. The stories of the First Age fascinated young Dola the most; she wanted to see the ancient world for herself, the one where eagles could soar to the moon, where giants threw lightning bolts, where metal carriages roared across the wide plains of the Westlands. As she grew into a merchant herself, she began to get better at identifying leftovers of the Ages before; a frieze depicting what was said to be the ancient city of Paaran Disen and a practically fossilized hood from M'Jinn among others. Her budding skills were aided by her father attaining the best education he could for her through tutors; after all, ancient relics were just as profitable as a good pair of fabrics. Just as her father was known as a merchant of fabrics, she became an appraiser of antiquities. She was skilled enough to have made somewhat of a name for herself, and when her father retired from the business, he was happy enough to leave it in Dola's hands. She had begun to attain a small collection of antiques, with a dream of rivalling the collection they held in Tanchico's Panarch's Palace so that others might see what she saw in them. During her time in travels, Dola honed her wits and skills, getting in no small share of fights with shady traders and thieves. She garnered no shortage of attention, not particularly positive, both for her talents of appraisal, and also her fiery attitude towards both thieves and desecrators of history.
Dola's transition from a mere appraiser to a seeker of artifacts came with one particular relic. A specifc figurine of jade, portraying a mysterious First Age figure known as the Bodhan, had come into Dola's possession from a trader who claimed to have acquired it from far-off Shara. A First Age artifact from one of the most mysterious regions known to the Westlands was, of course, far too much for Dola to resist, and she purchased the artifact for her own collection, keeping it in their collection in Bandar Eban. What had not been known to Dola prior, but what quickly became apparent after recovery of the relic, was that the figure was actually an ter'angreal of some power. Some unsavory men in Bandar Eban, for purposes that Dola never bothered to find out, had broken into Dola's collection and stolen the figurine, damaging much of her collected artifacts and relics. Dola, upon finding out, was infuriated by the desecration of her supplies, stormed off to hunt down the figurine and recover her collection. With nothing more than her bare fists, her wits and some tools, Dola hatched a plan. Tracking down the thieves who had stolen from her, Dola snuck into their base, stole back the statue, which predictably went wrong, involving her having to punch out one of the thieves responsible, fleeing across the rooftops of Bandar Eban, fleeing through a marketplace and leading them directly into the trap she'd laid, arranging for them to be caught by city authorities. The ter'angreal itself was requisitioned by said city authorities upon discovery of it being more than a mere statue, much to Dola's irritation, but she had gained a new calling; to protect artifacts and relics from those who would desecrate them. Armed with her appraisal skills, traveling knowledge, her tools and her fists, Dola set out on a quest to find as many relics as she could, regardless of whether they were magical in nature or not, recovering them to hand them over to scholars and those better equipped than she to protect them. She placed her father's business in the hands of a trusted family friend and set off on what she felt was her calling.
After several years of various adventures recovering artifacts and relics across the Westlands, running variously into mundane bandits, thieves and what she believed to be the occasional Darkfriend in her quest and escaping such traps as boulders falling upon her and cursed chalices, the woman who had taken it upon herself to protect the history of the Westlands found herself in dire economic straits. While it was nothing a woman of her talents couldn't resolve, and indeed Dola found herself some employment in Andor as an curator of artifacts for a collection owned by some scholars, it came at a cost. Far from being a glamorous post to teach people the wonders of history, she spent most of her time sorting out what transpired to be beautiful but historically insignificant diadems sent to the collection by eccentric nobles convinced they were important, even angreal worth preserving. She was occasionally allowed to teach neophytes, but being as she was a foreigner and a woman, it often took some reminding that Dola was also a very athletic and tough survivalist before others took her seriously. While her familiarity with Andoran custom allowed her to somewhat fit in, Dola began to chafe, even as her coffers filled. Itching to travel once more, anywhere, the would-be adventuring archivist sought something to alleviate her boredom, and maybe once more set on her quest.
"Mother doesn't quite trust Serena with the role. You see, Mother thinks Serena is...."
"Immature? Unready? Always behind everyone else? Because whenever something goes wrong in the Celestial Realm, it's ALWAYS my fault." Serena seems....rather bitter, all of a sudden.
"....well, Mother and Serena have never had the best of relationships, ever since Creation. No matter how much me and Borea try. So, when she felt Freya needed to have a job, so to speak, she made Serena give up half of her responsibilities."
