Nessa Du Valle

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Full Name:
Rowanessa Adelaide Du Valle
AKA:
"Nessa"
Position:
The Lady of the Vale
Age:
Ageless
Species:
Type:
OC NPC (None)
World:
Music:
Loreena McKennitt, "The Mystic's Dream"
Lord of the Rings Musical, "Lothlórien"
Quote-open.png Although storms may descend,
Mountain and valley may quake.
For the days that remain,
This is the promise I make:
No shadow fall across this land,
Before the wind and fire I stand,
And you my child will know no harm,
Enfolded in my arms...
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— "Lothlórien," Lord of the Rings Musical
Nessa Du Valle is known by Bay Area locals to be the wealthy owner and proprietor of Rowanwood House, a safe haven for supernatural beings that resembles an old world manor house and seems to operate as a kind of posh bed and breakfast with mystic doorways to many different places. She may be a bit eccentric and old-fashioned, though she is also helpful and protective to those who come to her in need. She makes no secret that she is a witch with ties to the Grand Coven, but she has been away from society from so long that only those with very long memories might know much more about her.

Personality

A long life and countless experiences have instilled deep values and ideals in Rowanessa, though many of her ideas are quite progressive by modern standards. She believes in honesty, integrity, and just treatment, but even more so in personal responsibility, compassion, and loyalty. Her faith in the laws of man is flimsy at best, but she does acknowledge a higher standard which equates generally to treating others and their property with respect. She also expects such treatment in return and as such holds good manners in very high regard. Nessa does not hesitate to defend her ideals. While she will seldom raise a hand in violence unless absolutely forced to, she is all too willing to place herself between an innocent and danger, and she will do anything in per power to shield those in her care from harm. Day to day, Rowanessa is gentle, kind, compassionate, and has a good-natured if usually understated sense of humor. Of her personal traits, Rowanessa most values family and friendship, still holding to old world beliefs that the modern world sometimes seems to have forgotten.

Background

Born from Antiquity

So you want to hear the story. ("The" story, doesn't that sound a bit presumptuous? Well, nothing to worry over, I suppose.) It all begins with my father, back about ten thousand years ago or thereabouts. Don't gawk, dear; it's rude. And no comments on my age, if you please. Now, my father never had a name, but I've never heard it. He he may have had some connection to Alisanos, another ancient Gallic mountain god associated with the mountain ash or rowan tree. My birth came near the end of the Paleolithic era, as they call it now, in what has come to be known in the Magdalenian culture. My mother, who was a wise woman of their culture, consorted with a hill god of the rowan tree, and she later died birthing me. So it was that I came into the world with even more nothing than most.

The village chieftain raised me as his own, but I really never cared much for the man. I was stubborn even then, and he believed that a woman existed for the sole purpose of bearing children, except for her hobby, which was of course to cater to his every whim. It was a miserable life in some ways, but it taught me the value of hard work and a well-kept home. Eventually, though, everyone I knew grew old and died. There's no need to be dramatic about it, it's all part of the natural process. Most of them ended up in a better place, anyway, but after a generation or two of unaging, the people grew suspicious. They decided that I was a goddess and tried to worship me, and I wasn't having that. I'd make a horrible deity, and at the time the idea utterly terrified me. So I fled.

Off to See the World

I traveled. I saw the natural wonders of the world around me, and I met a lot of rather interesting people. Unsurprisingly, many of them were not humans. Oh, it's not that I don't like humans--I've just always hated being dirty, and humans back then had such a poor idea of hygiene. It was not until the rise of the great empires that I encountered anyone human of much great interest, and I never settled long in one place. It's not that I'm a snob, dear, really--I just much prefer civilization to grubbing about in the wilderness. Call it a personal weakness. Wandering, I met people and I learned about the world around me. In Egypt I first took a real interest in housekeeping, while in Greece I studied the budding humanities. In ancient Japan I learned much of courtesy and hospitality, and in China I studied the arts of herbal medicine. It was centuries before I returned to Europe, but I didn't feel I'd missed too much. I made it in time to visit the halls of the ancient Norse cultures, to learn to brew mead and ale, and to fight with a sword.

Of course, as time passed I saw many places more than once, the rise and fall of dynasties and empires. I never did get over watching them fall, you know. Sometimes it was a relief to see a line of tyrants fade away, but not all were such. Yes, I suppose some were a greater loss than others, but to see a way of life disappear, a world of lives be forgotten, always carries a certain sadness. Where was I? Ah, yes--music, art, language, and poetry always held my interest. Learning about gardening, housekeeping, history, culture--the basics of everyday life, curiously enough, fascinated me as much as the "higher" concerns. A good grasp on such "basics" made life more than merely existing. I took something from each place I saw, I was changed and I grew from it. I didn't realize it, then, but I was mastering magic by mastering the elements of life that it depends upon. That realization came when I returned home to what was, by then, called Gaul.

Immersion in the World of Magic

So yes, I eventually stumbled across my true nature. That is to say, it nearly got me killed. That was how I met Rauni, a devotee of the goddess Rönn. She claimed she could sense my power, and it was she who taught me to first use magic. In fact, she originally wanted to steal it from me because she thought I represented some kind of opposing force. It took a lot of fast thinking and even faster talking, but I eventually calmed her down, and we became friends in spite of our bad first encounter. I suppose we really only knew each other for a millennium or so, but it seems somehow I spent more time there than in all my travels of the ancient world. She taught me the awakening of my power, which had been growing as long as I had lived. Obviously, that made it considerable in strength--and the real problem was learning not to use too /much/ power, rather than too little. Once I got the hang of that, we set about organizing our knowledge and exploring the boundaries of magic together. It was quite enlightening, often exciting, but apart from knowing every possible detail about her daily habits I don't feel ever really "knew" her. She was that sort, forever enigmatic.

After a thousand years together, when I had convinced myself that we were lifelong friends, she transformed herself into a rowan tree. I wasn't there at the time, and there was never any explanation. I was upset at first, really quite devastated, but I've always had a practical nature. Before long, I picked up and moved on. Around the time that history marks the dawn of the "Common Era," which by the way has always struck me as terribly arbitrary unless one happened to be a Christian, I took to wandering again. For a few centuries, I visited again all those lands I had known in my youth, and I found that while some remained havens of peace and beauty, others had descended into obscurity. I happened into the kingdom of Logres on the British Isles during the height of Arthur's reign--yes, yes, /that/ Arthur--though I never became a court fixture the way so many insisted on doing. Camelot was lovely, a realm halfway on Earth and halfway in the Otherworld, not unlike Avalon, but I've just never done well in a society where there is no way to avoid men who think their physical endowments justify their existence.

The Queen of Benoic

So, once again, I ended up back in Gaul. Benoic was a quiet little kingdom, wonderful in its own way, and I had quite a life there--until, of course, I fell in love with a king's nephew. That's where all the trouble started. Oh, I'd had lovers before--quite a few, actually, and no, dear, I don't feel that's really any of your business--but he was the first who persuaded me into a real marriage. And we were happy. Until the fool went and got himself killed in battle. I had disliked fighting before, but after that, well. Violence is a senseless thing, and I long for the day when man grows out of it. No, I'm not going to hold my breath, either. Thus I was left with his daughter to raise; he'd had another wife before me. I'm getting ahead of myself, though. The king died, and his sons ran off to play knight, and so my husband became heir to the throne. When he died I was left a widowed queen, which was rather against my preferences, but I feel I was able to do a lot with Benoic during my time.

The daughter, though, was the problem. She had serious designs on the crown and, rather than get married and take her turn, she wanted to take me out of the picture. (In a sense I admired her dedication, but plotting, violence, treachery--those are hard to overlook.) It was all very sordid and very silly. She found some brave, empty-headed prince and made up stories about me, loosely based on truth. Soon enough everyone saw me as a "wicked witch" of a horrible stepmother, and the scandal got well out of hand. Rather than have a nasty confrontation, I left them to it. I let them believe they'd burnt me at the stake, and I retreated into the realm of my father's power. By now I had inherited, and it came to be the Vale--and it was the first time I chose to live there rather than the ordinary world. I spawned a few stories, I'll wager. With the "middle ages" now firmly upon us, I returned in a fairly acceptable state of wealth and comfort, often holding v