Approved WT Bio- Lauren Arrel- Aiel CCed

[Jaydena]

Basic Information

Handle : Lyanna

Character Count : Including this character, 3

Contact : w [dot] torenvliet [at] gmail [dot] com 

 

Character Information

Name: Lauren Arrel

Age: 32

Nationality: Everywhere and nowhere 

 

Appearance

Hair: Shoulderlength, very thick. Auburn colored and wavy.

Eyes: hazel colored, a little tilted.

Skin: Light complexion, freckles on her nose.

Height: about 1m 65 

Voice: Light voice, warm

Other: Nicely curved. Not outstandingly beautiful, but pretty enough. 

 

Optional

Skills: Self-defence, hand-to-hand combat, proficiency in daggers 

Knowledge Weakness: She grew up without an education. Can read and write by now, and all she knows about world-history is what the White Tower taught her.

Physical Weakness: She's not very big, so she's not one for doing very hard strenuous work or lifting heavy objects easily.

Personality weakness: Many. Afraid of men. She has an anger built up inside of her that she rarely lets out but when it does you'd better run and hide. Converses well with others but has difficulty showing her real feelings. Does not do well in crowds - shies away from physical contact. 

 

Personality: see above 

 

History

If someone ever asked Lauren where she came from, she'd invariably answer \"Nowhere\". In essence, she was correct about it too. Her mother, who once had served as a lady-in-waiting for one of the minor nobles in Murandy, had found herself put out on the streets without coin or family once the good fortunes of her mistress had declined. She soon deteriorated from seamstress to chamberpot cleaner to prostitute, earning her livelihood on her back and begetting herself with child on a sunny afternoon, in one of the filthy beds in a badly kept inn, by a man who left some coins on the floor while he was already on his way out. 

 

Her mother roamed the countryside, never staying long in any town or hovel, always scraping by barely for herself and the ever growing child she had in tow. It spoke for her that she never left Lauren by the side of the road. Life would have been a little easier for her, but in essence, she was a good woman. She never beat Lauren, nor treat her with disrespect. There was little love to be had in such a life though, and Lauren learned to stand on her own two feet and fend for herself pretty soon. 

 

There was never any time to stay somewhere long enough for Lauren to form friendship bonds with anyone. She'd listen to the tales of the innkeepers, but whether they were good company for her was the question. Her street smarts were highly developed, but there was no question of education of any kind. She was lucky enough that one of her mother's lovers used to be a clerk and tought her the basics of writing and reading. 

 

If this had continued far past Lauren's puberty, there would have been no question in what kind of life she would eventually have ended up. Lauren watched her mother's life and job with dismay, and shuddered at the idea of what might lie before her, but she was realistic enough to know that once you ended up in a life like that, it was very hard to escape it. Her mother never forced the harlot's life on Lauren, but it was expected, when she reached a certain age, that she would also chip in to provide money for food and livelihood. Lauren functioned as messenger, cleaner, seamstress and waitress where ever they went, and because she had started to develop some curves beneath her pretty face and long flowing auburn hair, her mother's customers started to ogle her more often than not. 

 

Until the evening came when her mother brought yet another customer to their shabby lodgings in yet another shabby inn, and when he laid eyes on Lauren, he pushed her mother aside and went for her instead. Like mother, like daughter, right? It was the first time anyone unfamiliar had ever laid hands on her, and it brought forth a storm of emotions Lauren didn't even know she had. Fury, revulsion, and an overpowering urge to get herself out of the situation. She faught with tooth and nail, earning herself a black eye in the process, but managing to get free of the man who howled in pain because of the chunk of flesh she'd bitten out of his upper left arm. His face was scratched and he was bleeding copiously. She almost tumbled down the stairs, with her mother's customer in full persuit, and landed on the cobblestones in one of the backalleys of a town called Tar Valon. She'd never been there before, and had no idea it was the cornerstone of Aes Sedai society. In her flight through the streets she managed to loose her persuer, and eventually found herself battered and alone on the marble steps of a huge white tower, as big as she had never seen before. It was there she was found by one of the Aes Sedai, brought to the Infirmary to receive Healing and eventually brought before the Mistress of Novices. 

 

Naturally Lauren had the ability to learn how to channel and she was enrolled in the novice book within the blink of an eye. She adapted happily to her fate, glad that she had been able to escape a life that did not hold much promise. Her ability to read and write gave her a nice headstart, and she rolled through her novice years without much of a problem. It was the Accepted years that gave her more problems, especially after her arches which made her relive her old life again and this time WITH all the dreadful nightmares she'd so narrowly avoided. 

 

She became belligerent, angry at everything, shying away from more than fleeting contacts with people. Physical contact especially. In the six years of Acceptedhood, she more than once led her teachers to send her off to the MoN because she was simply too stubborn to reason with. More than once the MoN pondered whether to send her off to the farm to see if a little hard work would soften the girl up a little, and teach her how to deal with other people. But over the years, Lauren did show some progress in manners and social behavior. 

 

The Red Ajah was a natural choice for her. She does not believe in hunting men down just because they are men, but she does not seek out their company either. Bonding is a thing she shies away from - the idea of someone that close to her would simply be more than she could bear. She is someone who converses well with others, but will never show her true intentions and thoughts. From the outside she can seem warm, but she truly is an aloof person who likes to spend much time on her own, writing and sewing, travelling throughout the countryside, and helping women like her mother gaining a better life for themselves. As such, she is also one of the Aes Sedai who likes to go out finding potential new Novices. 

 

To make up for the lack of a Warder, she is skilled in all manners of self-defence, one of them being hand-to-hand combat and the use of daggers (which she always carries around). The rest of the Reds think she is odd that way and wonder if she should not have chosen the Green. But Lauren never meant to be forefront on the battlefield.

 

[Ghaul]

  Ok, this one is good to go - crosschecked