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KAHLAN AMNELL

Legend of the Seeker

AGE:
DOB: early 20s
HOMETOWN: Aydindril, the Midlands
NEXUS RM#: 117

PB:
HAIR: Black
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: around 5'7"
COMPLEXION: Incredibly fair, with freckles

From the time of her birth, Kahlan Amnell has had a purpose and a destiny, a duty to the people of the Midlands to help preserve justice and, ultimately, to aid the Seeker in his quest to destroy tyrant Darken Rahl to keep him from enslaving the known world. Those are but the broad strokes, though, and the fine details of Kahlan’s life are somewhat more complicated as those things tend to be.

Kahlan was born a Confessor, one of an order of magical women with the extraordinary power to use their touch to make someone love them so much that they would obey the Confessor’s every whim. The rise of Darken Rahl in D’Hara, however, made Confessors enemies of the state and they were hunted down and killed one by one, making Kahlan not only one of the strongest, but one of the last Confessors in the world.

With her destiny always at the forefront of her mind, Kahlan and her sister, another Confessor, raced toward the magical boundary between their own home in the Midlands and the Westlands to find the Seeker and set prophecies into motion. Kahlan expected a warrior and instead found Richard Cypher: a simple woodcutter’s son.

Richard’s naivete threw a wrench into well-laid plans and instead of being able to immediately confront Rahl, Kahlan and Zedd, a wizard, helped Richard hone his gifts while traveling across the Midlands providing aid to villages large and small. No task was too trivial for the Seeker and his Confessor, after all, and even if they weren’t making direct strikes at Rahl himself, they were winning the love and admiration of the people they hoped to liberate someday from tyranny. Along the way, Kahlan fell in love, and Richard with her, complicating things further still; a Confessor can never be with a man she truly loves, lest she confesses him and strips away all his autonomy.

Tensions between Rahl and the pockets of resistance rallied by Kahlan and Richard reached a breaking point once they discovered one of Rahl’s wizards attempting to create his own Confessor through magic and the two of them are captured and tortured. Fearing not only for her own life, but that of Richard’s, Kahlan enters the Con Dar: a perversion of the Confessor’s love magic driven by rage and drives their captors to turn on one another until no man is left standing.

All mun communication can go here.

Character Basics

Name: Kahlan Amnell
Canon: Legend of the Seeker (television)
Exit: 1x15 - "Conversion" while under the influence of the Con Dar
Stuck?: Yes

Gameplay

Time Zone: EST
Availability: Pretty available, tagging probably once a day or once every few days at the moment.
Slowtagging: Perfectly fine!
Open to: AU, backstory, PSL anything goes
Canon-puncturing: Please don't
Offensive subjects: Yes
Powers: Probably not, because Kahlan is an incredibly powered being herself and could end up Confessing someone to protect herself

Interaction

General warnings: Kahlan does not like being touched. Her powers are used through touch and if she's shocked or frightened, she could inadvertently use them on someone. Confession causes a person to lose all free will and basically become mind controlled by the Confessor and it's permanent and irreversible. It's not something Kahlan ever wants to do on accident.

Romantic interaction: Kahlan is very closed off romantically. She has feelings for Richard, in her home canon, but the limitation of her powers and their quest has kept her from pursuing it thus far. Anyone who wants to seek a relationship with her would have to be very, very patient and realize that her powers may prevent physical affection.

Violence: You can injure Kahlan but an injured Confessor is usually a very dangerous one and can try to Confess her captors to save herself. There's a reason they usually hunt Confessors down with four men to one Confessor.

Godmodding

For anyone: Kahlan is quiet and mostly keeps to herself. She's very fond of reading and I can imagine she'll eventually take a job in the hotel doing something relatively solitary - maybe laundry?

Special permissions: TBD

Having a baby, it seemed, was long and thankless work. Kahlan hadn't exactly been prepared for the pain of labor but having endured other pain in her life, she endured that with as much grace as she could manage. Besides, in the end, she was rewarded with a beautiful daughter with dark hair and what looked to be big, dark eyes.

Richard had been there the entire time, even though Kahlan was certain she'd said some unspeakable things during the worst part of it, and she was finally feeling well enough to have visitors come in to see both her and the newborn.

"Well, little Cara, are you ready to receive an audience? Everyone's been waiting to see you."

Things had finally started to get a little...unwieldy. Kahlan knew that she didn't have many more months to go until Cara came into the world and it felt like all the weight had packed on in the past few days. She also craved everything from frozen treats to fruit to Richard all day and all night long and it made it increasingly-difficult to concentrate on her other pursuits.

It was late in the evening and it seemed the weather had finally cooled when the sun went down, a fact for which Kahlan was infinitely grateful. Still, she laid in their bed with as little as possible on and fanned herself in hopes that she'd just cool off sooner rather than later.

"Richard? Can you just throw water on me?"

Kahlan was certain that the Mother Confessor had never whined before but she guessed that she wasn't technically the Mother Confessor at the moment, was she?

Dr. Zimmerman had scheduled her to come in this week for something she called an ultrasound. It would, among other things, show Richard and Kahlan the child growing within them and they might be able to tell if she were carrying a boy or girl. Kahlan had been impossibly nervous about this; if it were a boy, would she rather know and dread it all along or would she rather be blissfully ignorant? She couldn't say.

Dr. Zimmerman seemed to understand this nervousness, even if she didn't know the cause, and had been happy to let Richard stay in the room while the procedure was completed. It was like magic, in a way, getting to see deep within her to something she shouldn't be able to see until the child was born. She wasn't fully formed, of course, but she was a girl. That much was absolutely clear, according to Dr. Zimmerman, and Kahlan couldn't help but be elated at the prospect.

Once she was given the clean bill of health and instructions for the next few months as to what to eat and what signs needed to bring her back to the clinic for more than just a regular appointment, she and Richard were allowed to take their leave. Once they were on the path back home, hand in hand, Kahlan turned to him with a wide grin on her face.

"A girl. I knew it."

Kahlan had told both Jane and Florence her good news and Aphrodite and Sam were next on her list. She had so many female friends here, something she had never really been able to enjoy back in the Midlands, and it made her feel like she lived at Aydindril among Confessors once again.

Back home, a pregnancy would have everyone elated and Kahlan had found that was mostly the reaction on the island too. She had meant to put a note in Aphrodite's mailbox when she happened to spot her on the beach instead and quickly crossed over to her.

"Aphrodite! I have something to tell you!"

For someone normally very even-keeled, Kahlan was practically overflowing with excitement about her news and wanted to share it.

Kahlan had always been very good at keeping secrets and this was one she'd wanted to keep until the time was perfect. She'd found out from Dr. Zimmerman in the clinic that her suspicions were correct and she was, in fact, with child. Dr. Zimmerman had cautioned her about telling too many people until the first twelve weeks had past, just in case, but assured her that she had very little concern due to Kahlan's young age and general health.

Kahlan had managed to sit on it for a week and now she couldn't resist any longer. She knew Richard wanted a child as much as she had, if not more, and keeping it from him had been agony. She waited until the late evening, when they were getting ready for bed, and thought this would be the perfect moment to share her news.

"Richard? Do you have a moment to talk? I have something to tell you."

It was hardly subtle but she was about to burst with excitement; the smile on her face ought to be evidence enough of that. It was rare that she got so giddy about anything and she knew, once Richard got a good look at her, there would be no keeping it from him.

It was just as well that she wanted to tell, wasn't it?

While Kahlan was still in the general section of astronomy, sometimes she did like to sit in on the advanced class to see what she'd be doing next term and while some of the concepts were too complex to follow, she had faith that eventually it would all come together. She'd always been bright and loved to study, whether that was the magic and lore of Aydindril or these newer, more difficult concepts on the island.

As she was packing up to leave, she saw a flash of blonde hair and recognized Sam, struggling with an armful of infant and books and Kahlan simply had to stop to aid her. She'd liked her a good bit the last time they met and the idea of a woman in the military was intriguing; women in those sorts of roles in the Midlands were not looked upon highly but it seemed it was very different in Sam's world. It was certainly something Kahlan looked to talk about more at length but at the moment, there were other concerns.

"Is there something I could do to help? I could carry the books and you could carry the baby?"

It grew hot on the island, even late at night, and sharing with Richard meant that Kahlan woke up in a sweat more often than not. She guessed it might be better if she wore less clothing to bed but she hadn't wanted to push it, especially not considering she didn't actually know if the island truly took away her powers.

But she'd spoken to Rogue about that almost two months past now and nothing had ever happened to make Kahlan feel like her power was there. There wasn't even a spark of it, even when she consciously tried to draw it up. And, really, she loved Richard and he trusted her, as she did him.

So it was on yet another of these hot, sticky nights that Kahlan touched Richard's shoulder, trying to wake him. Maybe if she put things into motion, he could follow through.

"Richard? Are you awake?"

Kahlan had never felt this before, this all-consuming rage. As a Confessor, she tried to keep a tight lid on her emotions be they good or bad and even in a crisis, she had always prided herself on a cool head and a logical mind. Pain wasn’t something she feared, nor death, but the threat of the Seeker being harmed, of Richard being harmed, it was too much. While Rahl’s wizard did not need to get his hands on a Confessor, that was the least of her concerns.

One of the Mord-Sith pressed her agiel to Richard and while Kahlan, logically, couldn’t have felt that pain being transferred it was like being struck by lightning and afterward, in the eerie glow of fading light, darkness gathered and threatened to consume her. She could feel it, the way her blood ran faster and her breathing got shallow. She felt like she could burst the straps restraining her to Giller’s torture table and she felt like she could rip the room apart brick by brick. The Mord-Sith were laughing, mocking, and Kahlan curled her nails into her palm hard enough to draw blood; it was their blood she wanted, not her own, and she intended to have it.

A fleeting part of her mind that was still rational, still serene, still a Confessor reminded her that this was the legendary Con Dar, the blood rage, the one type of magic a Confessor had that was subtractive in nature and bred by hate instead of love. And oh, Kahlan did hate. She hated everyone and everything that threatened her Seeker and, more than that, the man she loved. It was dangerous to love someone as a Confessor, yes, but Kahlan had long since accepted that she did love Richard. It was simply a matter of not giving into her passions and acting on that love so their mission could be carried out and while it was difficult, it was the right thing to do.

That didn’t matter right now. What mattered was seeing this room of Rahl’s cronies pay for what they’d done not only to Richard but to the innocents they’d kidnapped, the other Confessors they’d hunted down and killed, to her. Giller might be immune to Confessor magic, yes, but his Mord-Sith and his guards were not and in a room full of trained fighters driven by bloodlust, he’d either need to run or be killed.

“Kill them. All of them. Then kill each other.”

It was strange, to Confess without touch but Kahlan could see the eyes of the guards and the Mord-Sith go black, hear their monotone replies almost in unison: yes, Confessor. It felt good to give into the hate, the rage, to sublimate her pain and fear into something that could hurt someone else instead of being just and good and fair all the time. It was passionate. It was dangerous. It was power, uncontrolled, and Kahlan was drunk on it.

This was something she should have been taught to control and resist at all costs but Rahl’s purge of Confessors had ensured that could never happen; Kahlan hoped that, if there were any survivors of her own purge this night, that they reported to Rahl exactly what happened when you invoked the wrath of a cornered and frightened Confessor and that he took that into consideration when coming after her in the future. The rage started to ebb as chaos broke out, though, and Kahlan slumped back against the table, sweaty and exhausted.

The dank stench of the dungeons seemed to fade as her eyes shut and was replaced, instead, by the sound of gulls calling to one another and the salty tang of ocean water and seaweed. They were nowhere near the shore here in Giller’s keep, though, and Kahlan didn’t understand what had happened. Had she lost her mind? Had the combination of torture and Con Dar driven her to imagine a place without that pain or suffering so that she could make it through whatever horrors she was being put through?

As weak as she was, she did manage to speak one soft word, one plea:

“Richard? Richard, please.”