Name:
Who the fuck knows. There's so many. Ba'alzamon.

Gender:
Male

Age:
Old as balls.

Origin:
Does it even matter at this point.

Career:
Edgelord Forsaken

Faction:
Shadow

Appearance:

Name:
Eldrene ay Ellan ay Carlan, Ellisande, Last Queen of Manetheren

Gender:
Female

Age:
250

Origin:
Manetheren

Career:
Queen of Manetheren, Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah

Faction:
Manetheren

Appearance:


She wears a white veil at all times in public, to cover her bright golden hair. With the dark skin characteristic of the people of Manetheren, and those same dark eyes, her hair definitely makes her stand out- ever modest, though, she hides this extraordinary trait beneath cloth. She wears her shawl, as well, and usually simple clothing, to allow for maximum flexibility, lest she be called into battle at any moment.

History:
~

Notes:
Strength in the One Power: 1 (+12) (similar to Alivia), most powerful in Spirit

Name:
Amyrlin Tetsuan

Gender:
Female

Age:
260

Origin:
Manetheren

Career:
Amyrlin, formerly Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah

Faction:
Commander of the Aes Sedai

Name:
Suel Istan

Gender:
Unknown

Age:
37

Origin:
Almoren

Career:
Gleeman

Faction:
N/A

Appearance:


Always wearing the patch ridden cloak of a thousand colors for which Gleeman are so well known, and carrying a lute slung over their back, they are the most stereotypical Gleeman alive. They appear androgynous, in loose fitted clothing and shapeless decoration, often grey and white- they rarely wear color besides their wonderful cloak. A smirk mars their pretty face, with their eyes narrowed in doubt almost exclusively. Rarely do they betray surprise, maintaining a neutral appearance of ambivalence, even in the face of the horrors of battle.
They sport a small, crescent shaped scar on their forehead, the origin of which is unknown. Their hair is always a different color, and their eyes' color is difficult to discern. They often wear implements to disguise or otherwise affect their appearance.

History:
Suel's mother and father were statesmen, killed by Trollocs, before Suel reached the age of majority. Raised by their older brother, they watched as he fought against the taint, trying to keep him well- to no avail, as the Red Ajah came, and gentled him. They raised their younger sister, alone and inexperienced, until a member of the Blue Ajah arrived, and stole the little girl away, to become a novice at the White Tower. Suel never heard from her again; they broke into the White Tower, and forced their way up to see the Amyrlin, demanding answers. It was then that they found out that their little sister never made it out of the second archway ter'angreal.
Now devoid of responsibilities, though not by choice, Suel pursued music. They became the Bard for the court of Almoren, a terrific achievement in the midst of the Trolloc Wars. A high ranking heir made a pass at them, and Suel stabbed him in the groin, and ran. Marked as a criminal by Almoren law, they realized they could never return to their home. They began to wander, gathering fabrics from stories around the world to accumulate into their cloak. Suel then began to write, chronicling the stories of the Trolloc Wars in sarcastic song.

Notes:
Suel casually uses both he/him and she/her sets of pronouns, and responds to both.
Suel sings, and plays the lute. They can also juggle and dance, being quite acrobatically proficient, but are prone to laziness.
Suel holds an immense grudge against the Aes Sedai, and will do nearly anything to spite them.
Suel doesn't fight, even in the heat of war.
Their name is pronounced "Soo-el"

Name:
Princess Naia Irabena of Aramaelle, Aes Sedai

Gender:
Female

Age:
204

Origin:
Aramaelle

Career:
Aes Sedai, First Reasoner of the White Ajah

Faction:
Commander of the White Ajah

Appearance:


Tall and domineering, she has a tendency to loom over others. Her skin is incredibly dark and smooth, free of any scars, due to her sisters' skills in Healing. With dark eyes contrasted by bright white hair, she is truly a sight to behold. She tends to wear very revealing clothing, characteristic of her people, crafted by an artisan who survived the Trolloc invasions. Always adorned in white jewelry, and wearing her ring on the second finger of her right hand, she is obviously a member of the White Ajah, though she rarely wears the shawl.

History:
Naia was only four years old when the Trollocs invaded her home. Her mother sent her away with one of the Aes Sedai advisors, instructing the woman to bring the child to the White Tower to be protected. On their journey out of the country, they were attacked- the Aes Sedai protected the girl as best she could, but she was horribly injured from the attack. They were able to make it to the White Tower in time for the child to receive healing, but she was forever changed.
A quiet child, she grew up in a group home for the sparse children of Aes Sedai in Tar Valon. Her distinctly odd appearance marked her as a target for bullying, but she chose to take it in stride, and became a fearsome figure at a very young age.
At sixteen, she showed that she had the spark. Delighted, she began training as a Novice, though it took her nearly ten years to pass on to Accepted. From there, it was almost fifty years before she became a full Aes Sedai, always putting off the test until next year. The thing which led her to finally accept the shawl was an invasion of Trolloc forces. Under attack, she took the test, and passed, without injury.
She became a member of the White Ajah, to study the philosophies of war. However, she participates still in the protection of Tar Valon, from any invading forces. She has not taken on a warder, as no man has ever proven himself intellectually worthy to her.

Notes:
Strength in the One Power: 13 (1) (Similar to Moiraine), Most powerful in Air
She does not remember anything before Tar Valon, and has not left the city since she was first brought there.

Name

Rennet Ferroe Kyne, Prince of Aelgar, Knight-Protector of the Shadow Coast, his Grace the Duke of Tambris and Illeset.

Gender

Male.

Age

Thirty four.

Origin

Aelgar.

Career

Prince of Aelgar.

Faction

Aelgar.

Appearance

Rennet is considered a handsome man though he errs on the side of average, as he is often neglectful of his grooming. He bears a tanned complexion and a swath of shoulder-length hair whose mottled colors range from auburn to dark brown. A habitual field of whiskers lines his jaw, near as dark in color as the molten brown of his eyes. The marks of a life spent in rigid training in the arts of combat have left him lean but corded with muscle, and he has a healthy glow about him that is somewhat belied by the echo of a thousand nights spent drowning in his cups.

Despite his general lack of interest in maintaining a crisp and imperious public image, his elder brother, father, and mother all insist on frequent visits to the palace tailor. His clothes are thus nearly always at the height of fashion and well-suited to his body; most of these clothes tend towards the darker shades of blue and gold, with touches of purple to add a dash of royalty. As his station demands he represent his connection to the nation's military, he habitually bears a well-forged blade at his side, often a replica of the heron-marked sword his father keeps locked in the palace vaults – though not even Rennet is fool enough to mark the blades he carries with the same sigil of mastery.

History

Born the third son of High House Kyne, the royal line of Aelgar, Rennet was originally groomed for a life of scholarly pursuit with the ultimate aim of serving his family in a diplomatic and advisory capacity. Throughout most of his life the closest he ever came to a battlefield was drilling in the arts of swordplay or the odd tavern brawl when he could wriggle free of his ever-present bodyguards.

During these formative years he had little in the way of interaction with the ongoing war against the Trollocs and the power which lay behind their assault. Despite his charge to become wise enough to counsel his brothers and to serve his nation, he did much to neglect or outright ignore all the hopes placed in him. Indeed, quite a number of his youthful activities can be summed up by his unofficial (and occasionally resurrected) moniker: “Prince of Wine, Women, and Song.”

All that changed upon the discovery that the second-born son of the King showed the ability to channel. Exactly what transpired following this revelation isn't public knowledge, but plenty of rumors paint a tragic picture for the King and his family. Once the discovery was made the Aes Sedai arrived to verify, and, upon seeing the truth of the matter, took him to their Tower whereupon he was made Gentle and either imprisoned within the Tower … or found himself the victim of suicide.

Regardless of his brother's final fate, this shift in the family dynamic pushed Rennet into a role he had never anticipated and was poorly-suited to. On his thirty-second birthday he was dragged from the halls of his tutors and the streets of his city and inducted into Aelgar's military, whereupon he was assigned to the commander of the kingdom's forces to learn and grow into his new role as quickly as possible. The change has been rough both on Rennet and on the soldiers he now serves with.

Whether he will rise to the challenge before him remains to be seen. What soldiers could be spared for the front in Manetheren now march towards the war, and Rennet right alongside them.

Notes

Rennet is the third son of the King of Aelgar and is being groomed to serve as a commander of the army, though currently only serves as the current commander's right hand. He doesn't have any ability to channel (though one of his brothers did have the gift before being Gentled). The Prince tends to get into trouble and – despite his role as one of the highest authorities in the kingdom of his birth – often shows a streak of anti-authoritarian behavior. Groomed in single combat and really good at it, but lacking any particular skill in the art of leading soldiers or setting plans for battle.

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Ardath Dodorea
Female
177
Aelgar
Dreadlord
Shadow

A woman slight in stature, and not without feminine qualities. She’s dressed from shoulders to toes in what can only be in leather armor that features a color similar to that of an unpolished iron. The armor is fitted and vaguely reveals the woman’s curves. The armor’s appearance is almost entirely leather, however it is supplemented in the style of a brigandine with a thin gambeson acting as a buffer between her skin and the plates while acting as additional protection. Covering her head is a morion complete with a mask that encloses the typically open helmet.
And lastly, hitched to her hip is a long sword. There’s nothing startlingly unique about it

Outside of the armor, she could be called beautiful – for time has seemed to have completely forgotten about her. Her hair is long with the color of a crow’s feathers with bands of hair curling into what might as well be called sails as they easily catch the wind and are blown about. She has brown eyes, and a light complexion.

She had lost the desire of following fashion, and prefers to wear more utilitarian and sturdy things. Most frequently, canvas trousers, and a men’s blouse with little care to the comfort of her peers.

She was born as the fourth and youngest sibling to a prosperous family in one of the costal City’s of Aelgar. Her family’s business was trade, and they did it well through cut-throat practices, and strategic planning that whittled out a number of merchants, sent them into debt, or even taking over property after giving their customers a loaded deal on credit.

It wasn’t until long after she began to pick up her family’s trade was she discovered to be a channeler. And by then she was already well versed in the art of deception, trickery, and economics. And with her time in the tower, she joined the Brown Arjahs and began to focus on her own studies now that she was no longer able to continue her family’s wishes. She began to study both the human mind and psychology. Finding the research fascinating, if it couldn’t be called a noble pursuit.

Her research had produced hundreds of journals. Many of which were simply journals that studied a single person in such disturbing detail; each one made without a single lick of respect paid to privacy. And what’s more, she was beginning to come to the point of predicting each individual’s next actions with a startling percentage of accuracy. A few of those journals, however studied something a little deeper. Common patterns of human behavior found in her own accounts, and past accounts. The three she was most obsessed with however, were compassion, conflict, and ambition. Those three is what she found in herself as well as many others.

She had practically locked herself away to her own devices in the tower following the small discovery. Reading over accounts of history. Kings and Queens of the world’s history, wars and sieges between nations and lordlings, usurpers sending assassins or building masses to take the throne.

And time continued on. Where it was kind to her body, it was not kind to her mind. At the age of eighty-three her family was already in their graves. And her mental state began to degrade as she stressed over her research. Where the constant bellows of horns, the thumping of horns, and the clash of metal would drive people away, it sung to her like a siren’s song. Where others saw things horrible, she saw beauty. Where people saw a battlefield strew with bodies, she saw a landscape turned into a work of art. She began to become infatuated with the war. Love even, if war could be a creature that could return such feelings back.

And with her current condition, it did not take much more to convince her to willingly join the forces of shadow. She did not need the soothing caress of power, or to hear the songs of wealth. She wanted to walk in the light of violence, and to be at the epicenter.

Through the next ninety-four years, she had been commanding a company of Trollocs and Shadowspren. With shaky results at first… as with any new commander. But her experimentation soon warped into a method, a practice, and a skill. She began producing results in a deadly campaign.

But... again, through those ninety-four years time has been picking at her mind like a grabby toddler. Bags began to form in her eyes as her eyes seemed to fix themselves in a haunted glare. They flick repeatedly, seeing the unseen, whom she also converses with, tantrums with, and fights with near daily. Both in and out of battle.


During Ardath's dip into insanity before she left the tower to join the dark forces, she developed a moniker of "Banshee". Which is a reference to the way she howls out like a frightened animal when left alone without a light, and if she's silent... she's usually found holed up in a very tight space.

Ardath can be confidently described as a war monger. She’s often seen on the battlefield in armor, giving orders to her Myddraal to be relayed to the Trollocs. That is not to say that she is defenseless as the years have given her plenty of time to become a formidable swordsmen among being a channeler.

She can be a bit of a showboater, and while not to the point of boasting about her own success. But boasting when victory is already in her hands, and to make a cruel display out of what she has done to instill a desired emotion on her next foes.

She's also a hot head. Her emotions fluctuates rather rapidly... and takes little stimuli for her to shift between sadness to happiness, from neutral, to rage. Rage to glee. And what have you.

However, she does hold a firm respect for honor and refuses to go back on a word when it is given.

Her Strength in One Power is 24; she's strongest in Earth and Fire, but completely lacks the ability to manifest spirit.

Despite how far she fell, she still has a love of knowledge, and a fear of it disappearing when the world turns over to her new master. She openly sanctions all seekers of knowledge and structures of it, refusing the use of violence against them. And will violently punish her own troops for knowingly violating that sanction.

Sena Fenne of the Blue Ajah


Female


117


Eharon


Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah


Blue Ajah


Sena has auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She is quite short. When not at the tower, she tends to wear blues and grays and she has a taste for finer clothing and jewellery since she was poor in her youth. She enjoys dressing well now that she has access to it. She only wears her blue shawl on occasions where it is deemed necessary, but she often is wearing blue somewhere on her whether it’s stockings, jewellery or her dress.



Sena was born to a small, poor family of farmers. She was their sixth child of seven, made up of five boys and two girls. She lived a very simple life during her childhood. It was mostly spent either playing among her siblings outside, or working. She worked sometimes in the fields with the crops and sometimes inside, weaving the wool from their sheep or cooking with her mother and older sister, Elithia.
Her education was very minimal; she didn’t even learn to read simply because her father didn’t see the need. Her family lived half a day’s journey from the nearest city, so Sena didn’t often get to visit there. She jumped at every opportunity to go, as when she was young, it felt like a great adventure, and when she was a little older, it was a break in a boring day to day life.
She started using the one power before she realized it, often when she weaving. Strange occurrences would happen around the small one-room house while she zoned out and moved her hands. For example, the fireplace would light itself. When her mother noticed the occurrences, she tried to beat the power out of her daughter.
Eventually, she was in town at the same time as an Aes Sedai who agreed to take her to the tower. She was in town with two siblings rather than her parents, and left without saying anything to them. She spent 6 years as a novice because of her lack of general knowledge. Sena learned everything from the ground up: writing, math, geography, history, and so on. She took to it quickly, but out of uncertainty refused the test to become Accepted once. The second time, she passed, and spent half as much time as an Accepted.
She joined the Blue Ajah in order to follow her own beliefs and the pursuit of what was right. She thought it was the best way to pursue her own personal goals, one of which was to find girls who grew up like herself and recruit them as novices. It is that goal she focused on after becoming Aes Sedai. She travelled for quite a time until the situation with the Trolloc invasion nudged her to turn her attentions to other causes.


Power level is 17(5).

Name:
Lady Kisathera Lanevron Sedai

Gender:
Female

Age:
98

Origin:
Aelgar

Career:
Aes Sedai

Faction:
Yellow Ajah



History: Kisathera is a kind girl born to a fairly rich, noble family in Aelgar. She lived a pampered life until the age of 10. She enjoyed, and still does enjoy, fashion, makeup, dancing, and music.

She was found to have the spark by the Tower and taken there. At the time Kisa was torn about going, she didn’t want to leave her family and she wasn’t quite sure becoming an Aes Sedai was what she wanted to do with her life, despite how high an honor that would be. She decided to give it a shot, however. Not learning at least how to control her power was dangerous to herself and others. And if she did, Kisa knew she could help many more people this way than frittering her life away as some noble. Aes Sedai were renowned worldwide and helping people was one of Kisa’s greatest joys in life.

Her strength seemed to be formidable and she fairly quickly learned her weaves through the years, and was found to be very adept at, and had the Talent for, Healing. Kisa, naturally a devoted worker and well behaved in general, rose through the ranks of Novice to become an Accepted at the age of 30, and then a full Aes Sedai at the age of 60. This decision was based on the fact that she actually found the Power and weaves very interesting. She wanted to learn more and above all, help as much as she could.

Kisathera chose the Yellow Ajah because of it’s emphasis on Healing. Blue was an option, but she wanted to be the best she could be at Healing and she figured Yellow would be the best option for that. And so she did. She studied and practiced hard and eventually even becoming pretty familiar with the more complex healing method using all of the Five. She has become one of the best healers at the Tower, but still considered too young and naïve to become a Sitter and still has much to learn.

Notes:
Her strength in the One Power is 9 (+4), putting her slightly under Egwene and Elayne in the series. She is strongest with Spirit and Water, and is generally better at healing than battle weaves.
Limited battle experience.

Name:
Kethel 'ys Lorein

Gender:
Male

Age:
46

Origin:
Eharon

Career:
Dreadlord

Faction:
Commander of a smaller Shadow force

Appearance:
Kethel was once a particularly handsome man. He was far from a perfect figure, but his charm and features were sufficient enough to make him popular with some of the younger ladies in his city. That was twenty years ago, and the Taint and war have taken their toll on him. Of about average height, he is usually clad in ill-fitting brown clothing of normal quality. His lack of a right arm leaves a noticeable absnece and is a testament to his time in combat alongside the various scars on his body. His eyes are a plain brown, sunken into his face and usually simmering with repressed anger or amusement.

History:
Kethel was born to a minor merchant family in Eharon, the sixth of seven children. Missing the chance to be groomed for taking over the family and not displaying the aptitude in school to be considered being made a merchant, he was trained as a soldier to help fulfil the family obligation to the war effort against the Shadow. More successful in military than family matters, Kethel quickly became popular amongst his comrades in arms.
It was at the age of seventeen that Kethel would discover his ability to channel. He was at home on temporary leave visiting his family, taking the opportunity to carouse with his older sister Emira who had recently been raised to Accepted status. Attacked by Darkfriends on their way home from a tavern, Kethel panicked and struck one with a brand of fire. They fled, but he was now left facing his sister. She made no mention of it, and life continued as normal for several weeks.
The Red Ajah appeared when he was about to leave for the frontlines of the war. When they attempted to subdue him, he is rumored to have killed two Aes Sedai as he made his escape. The last sight of his home was Emira staring from one of the Ajah carriages.
Now on the run, he fled northward until he reached Shadow territory, chased all the way by members of the Red Ajah. He was captured by Darkfriends and eventually joined the forces of the Shadow. Kethel came to control his own force of Shadowspawn and became known for his strikes deep into territory controlled by the Ten Kingdoms. As his influence grew among the Shadow, so did his army and his insanity.

Notes:
Strength in the One Power: 7 (1(+12)), strongest in Fire
Once a proficient swordsman
Known as much for his cruelty against his own forces as against those of the Light
Despite attempts at tryimg to hide his insanity, it has became more or less widely known that the Taint has consumed much of Kethel's mind.