Would you like to write with us?

[Garrison Bain]

Step 1: Go to the Trolloc Wars RP Board and read some entries by Garrison Bain.  
Step 2: Think to yourself, dude, I can totally write better than that!
Step 3: Submit, in this thread, a background and basic de.scription of the character you'd like to write about.  
Step 4: Wait for your approval by one of us admin-types.
Step 5: While you wait go ahead and start on your first post.
Step 6: Recieve your approval from us admin-types.
Step 7: Post your first post in the Trolloc Wars RP Board.
Step 8: Revel in glory as people comment how much better of a writer you are than that low-down loser, Garrison Bain!  

*smile*

These are not the official entry rules...but it's at least something to start with as we refine the offical rules.

~I'll delete this as soon as we get something coherent up here~

[Shell]

Name: Kalidra Dalisian Sedai
Age: 37
Birthplace: Almoren
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Light brown
Hair: Black with loose curls. Goes down to small of her back.
Body: A healthily filled out woman, not overly heavy and not stick thin.
Talent: Plays the harp
Ajah: Blue
One Power Rating: 13
Weapon Score: 0

Born to a family in the land of Almoren, she was raised on stories of the outside world, and always craved to know more about it. Her home was located near River Gaelin and peddlers and merchants would travel along the river quite often, telling her more stories about the world. She had learned to read and write at an early age and often could be found slacking on her chores to be reading. Her bond to her family, however, kept her there and working with fabric weaving. On occasion, she and others from her town would get a boat and travel down to Cairhien to sell their best wares and to purchase more exotic materials and goods from the main city that passing salesmen could not provide.

Kalidra would always vote herself in for the ride to the city, in an attempt to satiate her need for the outside world and how everything worked. Her want for more information still would cause her problems in the city as she would try to spend her money on books, papers, and souvenirs rather than necessary items. Her talkative and curious nature often brought her to meet new people who had seen the world and would give her more stories about the outside lands and the wars and battles.

As Kalidra neared womanhood, she began to distance herself from her family more and more. Her brothers and sisters, all younger, were all working on their farm while she was sick of manual labor. What irritated her parents most was her crazy spending habit. Whenever she was sent to Cairhien, she’d buy less than what was asked of her and spend the money on items she wanted. When she purchased a small harp to learn with all of the money she was given, her parents prevented her from leaving for other towns or to go back to Cairhien. This was devastating to Kalidra, so she decided to just lock herself away and practice her new harp, read, and write more. During this time of her being homebound, her urge for wandering kept burning in her, along with a strange feeling that came whenever she was peaceful and alone… something lurking in the back of her head just out of reach. This, however, was the least of her concerns. When time came again for some of the town to visit Cairhien, she was excluded just as her parents had said. Shocked, Kalidra could not handle not going to the city, so she came up with a plan.

Packing all of her belongings together, she stole some money, and took an old horse to the city. She left behind a note on her bed saying “Gone to where I belong, Kal.” When in Cairhien, she stayed at the inn that she usually stayed at when she came to the city. Since she knew the innkeeper fairly well and she felt pity on the young woman’s predicament, she was allowed to stay there for a very cut price. Collecting knowledge from her friends in Cairhien, she was gaining a better picture of the world. The way she talked about issues and addressed people eventually caused the innkeeper to make a joking comment that she sounded like an Aes Sedai. At first, Kalidra took that somewhat offensively, until she went to bed. That night she kept thinking that over, the possibility to be one of them. With all their worldly knowledge, travelling, helping, talents… During her thinking, she felt that odd back-of-her-mind-just-out-of-reach sensation again, and decided then and there that she had to leave Cairhien and head north to Tar Valon. She woke early that morning and was greeted by a curious and sleepy innkeeper who was stunned when Kalidra was saddling up her own horse to leave. She said to the innkeeper, “If anyone from my town asks of me, tell them I am off to Tar Valon to become what I should be.”

Taking her horse north, she entered Tar Valon. Completely awed by the structures, Kalidra spent a week just looking around the city and getting to know her surroundings. Upon finally going to the White Tower, she found that that little feeling in the back of her head was actually a small spark that the Aes Sedai look for in girls. Obsessing herself in her studies, she sometimes would be punished for her lack of focus, but she soon learned to curb that. Kalidra spent ten years in Novice until she became Accepted, in which she spent another ten years in before becoming one of the Blue Sisters.

Now Kalidra is a new Sister and is a new Aes Sedai. Her two decades of training did their best to prepare her for the outside world, but she is a bit nervous. Should she go back to her abandoned family after having left them for so long? There is no doubt in her mind that her family now knows she is one of the Sisters, and Kalidra is not sure how they would react to her return. She still has her old harp, albeit it being repaired several times after some accidents involving horses or the Power, which she plays for the entertainment of others. With her newfound freedom, she is not totally sure where to go or where to start, so she shall remain in the White Tower until she gets that urge for leaving.

[Todd]

looks good. welcome to TV.

[Shell]

Yaaayyy I'm loved <3<3

[Garrison Bain]

Nice work on your background!    

Welcome aboard, my char is in the White Tower as we speak.  He's a bit incapacitated at the moment, but...maybe we'll run across each other.  

Looking forward to your contributions!

-Garrison Bain-

[JamesReed]

*edited*
Name: Lord James Reed
Age: 29
Birthplace: Manetheren
Height: 5' 8"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown hair that is short and somewhat spiked.
Body: Muscular with a slight farmers tan from his early years of working on a farm. There is not a part of his body that appears to be soft. From his training to be a warder and from traveling the world he is harder than he was before he left his home to make his way into the world and become as good a swordsman as his father was back he was young. He has a psychically strong body through many years of training and also because of the hard work he did when he was younger and on the farm with his father.
Talent: He can play the flute fairly well from when he was young since he would play it while he was looking after the sheep and other animals on the farm. He is some what good at dancing from all the town dances he went to.
Weapon Score: ??
Personality: He was raised with a very strong sense of right and wrong. His father did not fill his head with the fears of the other more common folks in the village he grew up in. He learned to respect the female Aes Sedai in the lands and the importance they play in the world. He grew up to stand up for what he believes in no matter what. He was taught about duty and respect from the moment he was born. Since he grew up in such a simple form of life he does not know a thing about being greedy or what it is like to be rich. A man has no right to take what is not his and can only gain something through hard work. A man has to be strong in order to protect those weaker than him. A man has to stand up for what he believes in and to do otherwise would just be letting those who would enslave him to win the battle. A man respects women no matter what because it is a man’s duty to protect them. The shadow can walk out even in plain daylight and a man has to be ever vigilante and guard himself to its deceptive lies. Pride is the easiest way to kill a man no matter how great he is. We can only be who we are, no more and no less. Always walk tall and be proud of the man you are. All these things his father taught him and taught him well he did. He has no thoughts about being some great hero from the stories but instead to just do what is needed in order to save the lands from the darkness that is slowly and surely encroaching upon the lands. He thinks that woman are to be protected well at least those woman who are not Aes Sedai of course but the power cannot protect everything and even a tired one cannot defeat steel when it comes at her and she can barely even channel.
Strengths: He has a strong will that has carried him through the years keeping him strongly in the light as he continues to hold up his views of good and evil and right and wrong.
Weaknesses: He will recklessly endanger his life to save any woman in danger no matter who she is thought that also includes those he swore his loyalty, his love and his friendship too as well..
History:
It all started with the famous Lord Sullivan Alric Reed who was born into one of the most upstanding noble families in the capital city of Manetheren. He was not the general that led the entire armies of Manetheren but he led a loyal group of men that protected the King himself.  It was during his years with the army that he gained the status of blade master. He was presented his sword when he earned his rank of Lord and General. He served his country as with all his heart and soul earning him high recognition from the king himself for his outstanding services. He made many friends in the army as well as enemies within the ranks of the shadow for his heroics.

He spent most of his life as in the army even when he took a wife and had a son. His son may have been a disappointment as he was more a spoiled nobleman. His son cared only for political power, and of high standing with in the royal court. He did not marry his wife because he loved her but because it brought him more social standing to do so. He had many a lover on the side of his marriage despite how faithful a wife she had proved to be.
Alric was born to the woman that his father had married though he has many brothers and sisters from his father’s many mistresses. When he was born he was raised alone by his mother while his father gave him little of his time despite being the true heir to the family name and fortune. Alric grew up rather fast as he watched his mother starting to waste away in a deep and dark depression that only he himself could bring her out of for brief moments. Alric was the only person in her life that brought her happiness and this only brought about his deep hatred for the way nobles acted. He had seen all he needed to see of the life that a noble would bring him. As he grew older his disdain for the noble life only seemed to grow more and more with each passing day.
He spent most of his time in the library of his father’s home reading stories of heroes and soldiers who fought the shadow. He spent a lot of time with the soldiers from the army. It was there that he found his way under the mentorship of a high ranking commander of the forces of the Manetheren army. He spent most of his youth learning from the man duty and responsibilities of a soldier and a defender of the lands from the shadow. It was because of this man that the idea of joining the army came to him. He all the years he could learning the sword from the man. When news of this reached his grandfather, on the day that he was accepted into the army he presented the young man with his sword that he had earned while he was in the service. He told his young grandson that only a blade master was given this sword and he hoped that one day he would bring as much honor to the sword as he had during his service in the Manetheren army. From the youngest age that was acceptable he entered the army to get away from his father and the cursed life of being a noble. His only regret was that he was leaving his mother to her depression and that was something that he would never forgive himself when he heard of her death when she passed away from an illness. He wanted nothing to do with that life style. He saw no use in being a noble but he kept his title despite it on his mentor’s words and the fact that his grandfather the great ex general was also a noble. For that fact and that fact alone he would choose to keep his noble status. He could not change the fact that he was of noble birth but he could bring true honor to his family name by becoming the best soldier he could just like Sullivan Alric Rosenberg. From the moment he joined the army he always impressed his higher ups and because of his mentor he showed the most promise that was seen in the year that he joined. He quickly rose through the ranks because of his blood and because of his natural skill with the blade and who his grandfather and mentor were. Much was expected of the young man that carried a heron marked sword and he struggled too rise up to the challenge though in his way he managed proved his worth time and again but not yet gaining the true title of blade master. Eventually he earned the right to have a command of his own band of men in the army. If he kept going the way he was it was too be expected that he would have reached the highest rank in the army. He was well known in the army for his abilities and his natural leadership talents that won his small band of men many victories over the shadow. At the age of 30 he had still not attained the rank of blade master. He had though eventually gained the rank of General and retained the title of Lord Alric Reed just like his grandfather.
Alric had traveled far and wide in his time with the army. He had even traveled to the white tower itself, were he gained further training in tactics and sword fighting from the warders. It was not too long after this time that he ran into his future wife. She was a girl who lived in the city on the outside of the capital city of the Aes Sedai that was on the outside of the bridge that led into the city. She was the most beautiful woman in the town there and he was able to win her hand in marriage. From there they traveled the lands till he finally decided to retire from the army and go back home and settle down and start his own family at last.
Sarah was the daughter of a somewhat successful merchant in a town that was at the mouth of the bridge that led into the city of Tar Valon. He sold many needed items in the area. He mostly dealt in spices and peppers that were brought from faraway places and did a lot of dealings with Tar Valon as well. He did a lot of business with the Aes Sedai as well as providing food for the kitchens of the white tower as well as the food that went to the army of Tar Valon.
She grew up a somewhat bored life that lacked any adventures. When she finally came to the age of being married she found that she had many suitors that were trying to get her hand in marriage because of her father. Since her father was a somewhat wealthy man many men wanted to get a piece of that wealth. She spent a lot of time avoiding those men because they did not love her; they were only after her father’s money after all. Eventually she finally met Alric and fell in love with that soldier from Manetheren. They soon were wed and she left to be with him to where ever the wind would take them.
Eventually they ended back in Alric’s home country. They found a nice large piece of land that was just south of the capital city of Manetheren. He lived there for several years before finally his wife gave birth to their first son James. They had by that time a reasonably good sized farm with cows and sheep. He grew a few small crops in order to feed himself and his wife but he mostly had cattle and sheep that he traded for the other goods he needed. James was born in the late summer.
From the moment he was born James lived a rather simple life at least for a small portion of his life was just filled with the simple pleasures of being able to be a child. His father had told him of his stories of his and his great-grandfather’s tales of bravery in the army of Manetheren. It was stories filled with heroics. When he reached the age of ten years old, one day when they were sitting down for dinner he turned to his father and told him that when he grew up he wanted to be just like his father and one day be part of the army just as he had. He wanted to protect the land from the shadow just as his father had. He wanted to go and see these Aes Sedai that also fought the shadow. He wanted to become a warder and get the full training there and bring back and Aes Sedai with him and join the armies to protect the lands so that one day when he had a son he would not have to worry about anything. He wanted to bring peace to the lands. He looked at his son and smiled. He told him that if he was serious he was going to going to have to give him some training of his own so that he would be prepared for his journey into the world. His father started him on the path that would lead him to the man he was going to become. He spent the next five years training his mind teaching him to read and to write and of the world that he would one day go out and see. He learned of wars, of heroes, and good and evils of the world. While not learning he followed his father around his father had him go out and do chores on the large farm they had. He told his son that it would build character and teach him lessons that he would only understand when he got older. The years passed by as he learned more and more and grew up. He had a sharp mind and was always eager to learn and more of what his father could teach him. He did spend some free time playing with several children from the nearby village.
 He never resented his father what he was teaching him, in fact he felt a certain pride that while his friends were learning to be farmers and other things, he was learning how to be a man. He was learning things that could very well keep him alive when he finally became a man. From the age of 15 he started to learn the way of the sword from his father. He mainly focused on the mental part of it. He knew that he was not going to teach him everything. He was not going to be able to teach him to be a blade master but he was going to be able to start him out on the path towards it. He hoped that maybe one day his son was going to accomplish what he could not do. It started out small with practice swords and he pushed the boy hard. The days were filled with long hours on the farm and practices with the sword by the moon light. His father did not only teach him the sword but how to use other weapons but he stressed that the most important weapon a man had was his head. If you did not use your head during a fight you were as good as dead. He taught him more mental exercises to practice then he did sword exercises to train and hone his mind. He trained not only James body but his mind even more so. This continued on for years molding and shaping the young man.
A good three years passed by as the young boy was getting closer and closer to being a man. Even though he did not leave the farm when he had passed the same age that his own father had left to become a soldier in the army. James then at 18 years old was more skilled at using weapons than any of his friends ever were. There were a few that could use a bow and even the quarter staff and the slings that they used for hunting in the woods. He was easily the best shot with a bow then any of his friends. From all his work on the farm and practice at night had hardened his body giving strength and endurance.
As the days past he remembered becoming more and more restless as he was starting to understand that if he stayed at the farm all that his father had taught him would come to no use at all. He could not use his sword skills and the other skills his father had taught him to tend sheep and take care of cows and raise crops. So on his nineteenth birthday he told his father of his plans of leaving the farm to go out into the world and finally become a warder. It was not to the Manetheren army that he was headed but to Tar Valon the city where the Aes Sedai lived. It was there that he knew that he could get even more training. The warders were after all some of the greatest fighters there were and after all the Aes Sedai were fighting the evils of the shadow.
He remembered that day he left the most. It was that day that his father had handed him his old heron marked sword that his grandfather had given him and told him to go out and earn the right and live up to what the sword represented where he had failed. “This is your great-grandfathers sword. He gave it to me when I set out to join the army. He told me to live up to the sword. It is up to you to finally live up to the swords name where your father could not. Go out there and become a warder and bring honor to the family name. Show the world that there are those that stand up against the shadows taint and make me proud my son.” So with the sword in hand he set out from the farm for the grand city of Tar Valon. With a horse and the clothes on his back he made his long journey.
The journey to the city was a long one and was wrought with perils of its own. There were bandits on the road that sought to separate those with money from their coin. With the training he had received from his father and the nights of practice he kept up even after leaving the farm helped him reached the city with very little trouble. Yes he did have to fight a few thugs who thought to steal the sword. He knew that he was no sword master but he was good enough to not stab himself in the foot.
It was not too far of a journey but he had made it after all. It took him several months but he made it. When he made it to the city he was amazed by how beautiful it looked. Where some men would have a fear of the place he did not. It was his destination after all. Instead of merely seeking training there he decided instead to join the ranks of the warders. It was not an easy task and by mere change or maybe it was part of the pattern itself. He ran into a warder of some regard.
He made a wager with the warder that if he could last against the man for one minute then he should be allowed to enter and start on his path to become a warder. The warder’s Aes Sedai intrigued with James’s confidence decided to allow it. So with several other warders and the man in charge of the training watched as witnesses. So he went against the warder.
The only man other man he could never defeat was his father. Alric may not have been a blade master but he was better than your low ranking warder. He had many bruises from his father’s practice sword to attest to it. They were using practice swords of course since the man did not want to kill James after all. So they faced each other and began.
Putting all of his training and mental exercises to use he went at him doing as his father had taught him using the flame and the void. The warder met him stroke for stroke. He pushed when he could and drew back to regroup when he could. A second passed by as they circled each other each pressing and falling back. He was finally starting to slowly become one with the sword and the sword becoming one with him. The seconds seemed to crawl by slowly. There were several times were he barely moved to the side the practice sword giving him glancing blows that caused bruises but if it were a real sword would of only caused shallow cuts on his body. Finally the minute which seemed to be an agonizing eternity passed and the Aes Sedai held up her hand bringing it to an end.
The man gave James the smallest of a smile as James gripped his sword panting as he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily as if he had run for miles. His arms were like jelly as he kept the sword held up before him. His body felt like fire as the practice sword felt as if it was going to drag him forward to fall on his face. He could feel the bruises on his body as the pain throbbed all over his body. He could barely stand as he started to hunch over. He had never faced such an opponent. He knew that if had said any longer he would have been defeated. This warder was on a level that he might as well of been trying to touch the moon. He would never forget what the warder told him that day. “Well sheep herder it seems that you do indeed know how to use a sword. Keep this up and you will earn that sword one day. Keep this up and you may become one of the most renowned warders in all of Tar Valon.”
So he was allowed into the training and his days were spent as all new recruits. As a recruit he kept a more disciplined life than ever before. At night by the moonlight he trained with the sword and every other weapon he was expected to learn. He did not just train his body he trained his mind as well because of his father by getting his hands on every book he could that would further his training. When he could he sought guidance from the veteran warders and learned of the blight and trollocs and fades as well. Even from a young age he had always sought knowledge.
He spent the next ten years training. Where ever he trained or just walked he had Aes Sedai and even those that were in training following him around. He was after all a handsome young man. He was one of the best in his class after all. There were many that were eager to bond him as soon as he attained the rank of warder. He knew that because of his father he also had the title of lord which was passed down upon him because of his families nobility and rank in his land of birth.
Then finally the day came and he got the rank he had sought after. All these years and here he was with his goal finally met. At the age of 29 he was finally going to be able to follow whatever destiny had in store for him. The wheel will weave as the wheel wills it to be and so the winds of time will carry him on to whatever destiny or glory that waited for him….

[Todd]

I think for the most part it is alright. I think you should make some of the changes we spoke about earlier. Although some of them seem to be already here in a form.

Some suggestions you can take or not.

I said it when we were talking earlier, that the father training his son the sword is a bit of a cliche especially amongst profiles that are submitted. Given your fathers background, and the life he wants to lead now I think h father might have taught him the sword at most as a mental exercise to teach discipline. A better option would be your character make his intentions known before leaving that he wishes to be a Warder. Then a father who happened to be a blademaster, but hadn't said anything about it, might decide to give his son some training before he went.  If it was me I'd take it out all together though.

Another point, and this is nitpicky, but the 5 minute thing. Real sword fights rarely last a minute, even between two highly skilled swordsmen. For your character to last 30 seconds against a warder, even as your profile now stands, would be quite a feat against someone of a warder's skill. I do understand the rational for 5 minutes and dramatic effect, but this is a profile not an RP post.

[JamesReed]

Made some changes to the history just like we discussed and i cut the time down to 30 seconds. When i wrote the profile in one day just to get it done and started. Its through these revisions that the character get worked on and changed a bit to make it more believable and able to work in the rp. ^_^

[Todd]

Looks good. I'd change it from 30 seconds to a minute, though I did say it a bio didn't need dramatic effect it could use a little. Besides, a minute sounds better then 30 seconds. lol I also never meant for you to change it to 30.

[JamesReed]

Made that small minor change ^_^. So i guess that means i can start then. Well time to work on that first post.

[eldrene_sedai]

Name: Eldrene Zhora Havielle Sedai                          Age: 20   
Birthplace: Aramaelle (Kandor)
Height: 5’5   
Face: blue-green eyes, a short nose, and thin pink lips set on an oval face
Hair: straight, black
Body: thin but well toned, pale skin
Talent: fighting with daggers, solving puzzles
Power rating: 10
Weapon score: 3
History:

Eldrene is the only daughter of Camryn Zhora and Jardhe Havielle. Her mother is a seamstress, while her father is a soldier working for Aramaelle’s Throne of the Clouds. They lived far from the city. She was brought up by her mother, and her grandmother, Nana Goela. She was taught to sow beautiful dresses by her mother, and she obliged, though she had no love for such things. Her grandmother, on the other hand, told her of the world that lay beyond their little farm. Nana Goela taught her about kingdoms that she yearned to see, lands she longed to visit. Along with knowledge, Nana taught her how to solve riddles. When other children played with dolls and swam in the nearby lake, Eldrene learned the art of words, their forms, unlocked keys of what lay within the books that Nana told her to study. All these were done while her father was away. Eldrene never really knew her father, yet, she knew he loved her. The little time that was spent with him was a challenge. Her father was a hard man. Not knowing anything else but battle, he had decided to teach her how to defend herself. At first, Eldrene contented herself with the bow and arrow, but, seeing how she never had a good eye for aiming the thing, she insisted on learning to use daggers instead.

Even with all this, she was never content. Stories of the world beyond their home made her feet itch. Time was all there was in the farm…and all that there was to do was work with her mother ‘til mid afternoon. Until the day her father came home.

The pale sun peeked lazily at the glimmering lake of Kheres…making the day seem slow and dreamy. Eldrene lay on the old willow’s branches, stretched out above the cold, calm waters. All was still. Even the breeze that stirred the leaves and rippled the water’s surface seemed to sigh. Nana Goela woke her out of her reverie with a single shout. In one swift motion, she stood on the branch, and smiled as her grand mother muttered a curse. Her smile faded as she heard what her Nana had come to say. Her father was home, with dire news. He had three other soldiers with him, all wounded. Something was chasing them…trollocs and other creatures her father could not name. Her father said they had come in the night, seemingly from out of nowhere. They had to flee-or stay and die. Back home, the sight of her father would haunt her forever. Bleeding badly at his stomach, clothes torn, all covered in dust and blood, Eldrene’s mother dressed his wounds with a focused calm that Eldrene knew her mother must not feel. But all that was not what made the sight of her father a horror to behold. It was his hand. it looked as if it was being eaten away by a darkness that festered from within. Eldrene touched her father’s hand, and recoiled. Her father’s hand felt as if it could burn a whole right through hers. She wept as her Nana led her away from her father. Not knowing what ailed her father, they all journeyed towards Tar Valon…in the hopes that a sister would know a cure. They were said to be able to do wonders. Surely, someone would know what to do.

The journey to Tar Valon was not as bad as they thought it would be. Eldrene never left her father’s side. She tended his wounds when the others were tired. On the eighth night, the smaller wounds had healed miraculously, even the huge gash that once lay across her fathers midsection was reduced to a scar. On the day they arrived in the Shining Walls, the wounds had healed completely…her father’s hand was the only part that remained unchanged, rotten, with dark holes that crept up his arm a little more every day. Luckily, the darkness had not spread, though it still looked as if his hand would fall off any minute. The Aes Sedai that promised to see to her father gazed intently at her, ordering her to look for the Mistress of Novices. Eldrene later learned that she had kept her father alive. She was then entered into the Book of Novices.  She was ten, and she would never see any of her family again.

her family had gone back to the farm, while she stayed to learn how to use the power, among other things. her father had died a year after she came into the tower.Through the letter her mother wrote to her, it sounded as if the darkness had come back suddenly one night...a thousandfold faster and more painful than the last time it happened. Camryn said her husband had spoken of dreams in a dark fire, and that Jardhe had died screaming for her to put out the flames. None was left of her husband, not even ashes...only a charred spot was left on the floor, where he died, screaming 'til his last breath. Eldrene later learned that her mother and her grandmother had succumbed in the same fashion...a week after her father died. their neighbors burned the house down, fearful of the remembrances of what lay within. Now, nothing was left of her home, except her father's daggers, her Nana's books and puzzles, and her mother's letter..all given before they perished. She had asked the Aes Sedai about what ailed her father and all they gave were veiled answers, unsure, even when they said that they had cured her father.

Eldrene continued her training in the White Tower, vowing to avenge the family she left behind...knowing that whatever she did would never be enough..knowing she only sought death for herself. Throughout her 10 years of training as an aes sedai, she was haunted by dreams of her family. She kept on dreaming of her father, kneeling to a great shadow...then later turning, screaming that he walked in the light. Eldrene watched in horror, speechless, as her father seemed to be swallowed by the shadow, became the shadow, and then simply faded into the ground. Over and over again, the dreams came...'til all that there was left was hatred and fear, and her desire to avenge her family. She told no one of her dreams...and she would not heed the calls of the man who hunted her in those dreams. She now has been raised as an Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah. With her dreams and her fears, she faces the world alone.

[Todd]

Good Bio Eldrene. Accepted.

One Power Score: 10
Weapon Score: 3

[eldrene_sedai]

really? :shock:  yehey!! thank you!!  

[Gianaryn]

Name: Gianaryn (Gian) Lin-Claer
Age: 23
Hair: Long black curls that she usually wears tied back.
Eyes: Hazel
Build: Short and petite, she could easily be mistaken for a pre-teen girl.

One Power Rating: Level 17 (Weak Aes Sedai)
Ajah: White
Weapon Score: 0

Gian is an Aes Sedai who had just passed the test. She was born to a (very) minor noble house in Essenia. Her parents never really took much of an interest in her and she was raised by a variety of servants and nannies. She has an older brother she barely knows who left home when she was 13. They were never close since their ages differed so much, but she would like to track him down at some point, if only to have done something her parents would  notice.

Shortly after her brother left, it was discovered that Gian posessed the spark that marked her for the White Tower, and she was sent off to further her life within its ivory walls. Her years as Novice and Accepted passed in the regular fashion, and during her time as Accepted she started gravitating towards the White Ajah, since she found their interest in logic and reason very appealing.

Gian is socially quite inept and as a result she hadn't made any friends in the Tower during her Novitiate and years as Accepted, a state of affairs she rues but doesn't know how to even begin to change. As a brand-new Aes Sedai, she is confronted with the freedom to go where she wants and do what she pleases for the first time in her life, a state of affairs that is as yet both terrifying and almost unimaginable, causing her to decide to cling to the familiarity of the Tower until she had figured out a reasonable plan and course of action.

[Todd]

I'd only ask you to bump up her age a few years, other then that it looks good.