Firebomb Telecom - Underneath What

Over the Hills and Far Away - Nightwish

At The Gates of Silent Memory-The Fields of teh Nephilim

Easy Livin'- Uriah Heep

One Foot in the Grave - Philip Sayce

White Summer/Black Mountain Side - Led Zeppelin

Black Hole Sun-Soundgarden

Iron Man-Black Sabbath

Run to the Hills-Iron maiden

Alright Now-Free

Because The Night-Patti Smith

Down With the Sickness-Disturbed

Gates of Babylon-Rainbow

Crying in the Rain-Whitesnake

Playin with my Friends-B.B.King

The Thing That Should Not Be-Metallica

Silver and Gold-Neil Young

Didn't know you had replied mate otherwise i would have. However i will reply to your most recent post.

The Unreal Thing-The Almighty

Happy When it Rains-Jesus and mary Chain

<u>Basic Information</u>

Handle : Serick Kerani

Full names of WT characters: N/A

<u>Character Information</u>

Name (first and last): Mylane Dadric

State whether this is a Traditional or a Salidar character: Traditional

Age (Traditional = 14-19 / Salidar = 20-70): 18

Nationality: Kandor

<u>Description</u>

Hair: Black waves that fall to her waist. It is often seen as unruly because she forgets to brush it but, when she remembers, she pulls it back with a blue ribbon.

Eyes: Bright, clear blue. Oft times her eyes shine with a need, a thirst for, knowledge. Often seen as calculating, her eyes can unsettle you. Those that she feels a friendship with see the softer side of those eyes and enjoy the warmer, deeper blue they become.

Skin: Not overly pale but neither tan. Her skin is smooth and clear, her one good trait from her mother.

Height:5'4". Her shorter stature makes it easier for her to get into the smaller places so she has never complained.

Voice:Soft and precise. Her voice has a quality to it that tells you she doesn't speak a lot, but when she does it is with precise words and an even tone.

Other:Her appearance is only slightly pretty. Her smile is what pushes it to pretty, but she usually doesn't smile. Her form is slender and fits well with her short stature.

Personality: Mylane values knowledge and vies to learn how things work. While she has her short comings, Mylane strives to better herself and her life. Her passion can easily be seen as one of her greater shortcomings. When she is driven to find the asnwer to something, she shuts out the world and everyone in it, unless the coincide with her answer. She is also fiercely loyal and protective of those that she loves. Generally Myl has a tolerant disposition, if a bit harsh, and has even been seen as kind, warm and motherly. The flip side is that she is also seen as cold, calculating and uncaring. She will never admit to having a taste for adventure and her want to see the world.

<u>Optional</u>

Special Skills: Mylane knows how to read and write but she doesn't know her numbers very well.

Weaknesses: Physical Weakness: Being small and slender, she's not very strong at all.

Personality weakness: Her thirst for knowledge leads her away from people and as a consequence, she doesn't have very good people skills. Her passion tends to land her in the kettle a good bit as she doesn't guard her tongue when angered, or calm. She is also envious of the rich.

<u>History</u>

Born the youngest of 4 surviving children, Mylane was doted upon by her mother during her early childhood. When it became apparent that she would survive, the attention ceased. Mylane's father was a clockmaker of considerable skill and strove to teach all of his children his trade. After a few years Mylane decided that she liked books more than clocks and upon hearing this, her father proceded to fill her small library with books.

On her fifteenth nameday, Myl's older brother, Gesan, joined the Queen's Army. Two years later Gesan died in a skirmish near the Blight. Mylane was devastated by her older brother's death and withdrew even more from the world than she already had.

Alder, Mylane's second brother, married and settled down with an inn keepers daugther after Trysta, Myl's sister, gave birth to a bastard child of some random solider. With her family life at odd's with her own, Mylane began to spend her time pouring over her books and absorbing everything she could.

After a time she became quite enthralled with the idea of being able to channel the One Power. She devoured every book she had on the subject and soon became obsessed with wanting to know if she was one of those perfect few. Spending her days watching her father's shop didn't help her plan of finding an Aes Sedai to test her, but she bore her burden with grace and dignity.

It was to her great surprise, and pleasure, when one of the very people she had been wanting to find, found her.--

"Excuse me, child, but could you tell me where I might find the owner of this shop?" The voice was clear and crystalline and it broke into Mylane's thoughts like a knife through cloth.

Mylane glanced up from her book and gasped at the sight in front of her. Tall and slender with hair like sunbeams that fell down her back in glorious curls. "M-my father is in the back. I will be right back with him." She whispered, her eyes widening.

After retreiving her father and returning to her post behind the counter, Mylane took in the Lady's measure. She was surprised to find that she couldn't put an age to the graceful creature. Green silk with gold embroidery up the sleeves and around the low neckline adorned her body. Her eyes were drawn to the necklace- a gold chain with a single, fat moonstone adorning it- lay around her slender neck. Mylane caught a few words from the conversation such as 'gold inlaid' and 'whatever the cost', but the one that made her gasp was 'White Tower'.

"Are you from the White Tower?" Mylane asked, unable to contain her excitement. Her hands were fisted by her sides to keep herself from wringing them. "Are you Aes Sedai?" She asked.

"Mylane!" Her father admonished. "Hold your tongue, daughter." His bushy brows were drawn down in annoyance.

"It is fine." The Lady said, smiling. "Young ones are always forgetting to think before they speak." She turned to Mylane and her smile changed to an indulgent one. "Yes, child, I am Aes Sedai. My name is Alina. You may call me Alina Sedai."

Mylane was riveted. A real Aes Sedai in her father's shop. Light burn her impatience! "What are you doing in our village, Alina Sedai?" She asked softly as awe washed through her.

"Seeking out your father for a clock." Alina responded, her smile fading a bit.

Mylane's face must have given away her disappointment because the Aes Sedai arched an eyebrow and asked, "What bothers you, child?"

Mylane glanced at her father, her blue eyes locking with his before she answered. "I was hoping you were testing girls to go to the White Tower." The steadiness of her voice amazed her.

"You were hoping that I would test you to see if you could channel. Not many girls have the ability to channel. I wonder.."Alina reached back and released the clasp on her necklace as she stepped toward Mylane. "Look into the stone, child, clear your mind."

--Mylane brought her mind back from the past as Alina's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Look, child, the Tower." Alina pulled her horse to a stop, her Warders stopping beside her, and pointed in front of them.

Mylane saw a pure white form on the horizon and raised a hand to the locket her mother had given her. 'Remember' was inscribed inside it and she intended to do that.

"Be careful from here on out, child. The White Tower is no place for weakness." Alina said, her deep brown eyes were hard as stones as she spurred her horse forward.

I Could Have Been a Dreamer-Dio

Crank and Deceit-The Alimighty

Basic Information

Handle :Poetstorm

WT Character already approved: none yet

Full names of WT characters you already own and their status (active/retired/dead):none yet

Character Information

Name (first and last): Caillean Windham (Caille for short) - Traditional

* Age (Traditional = 14-19 / Salidar = 20-70):15

(* Returning / Full AS character: age in main time line)

Nationality: Taren Ferry

Appearance

Hair:light brown, moderately long and straight, hanging down to her mid back

Eyes: green

Skin:fair

Height:5’6’’

Voice: gentle, melodic, expressive

Other:She is somewhat tall, reedy, and has a gracefulness about her and expressive eyes

Optional

Special Skills:She can sing, compose stories and songs, and play the flute

Knowledge Weakness: Somewhat naïve of the greater world, inexperienced

Physical Weakness: She’s kind of thin and not very athletic.

Personality weakness: She is a dreamer, can be a bit spacy and easily distracted.

Personality Caillean is the misfit of her rather practical and businesslike family being more of a dreamer. She is more content to sit and read that to learn her family’s trade. She is quick witted and imaginative sometimes too much so. She has a love of music and stories of adventure. Caille is not exactly an extrovert, but not an introvert either. She is outspoken when she wants to be, but also deeply enjoys her time alone especially sitting by the water or watching the sunset. She is a bit flighty in thought, usually thinking of anything and everything else other than what she is doing at the moment especially if it does not interest her. She has a light and friendly demeanor and also enjoys playing with the younger children and telling them stories. She has some fear, especially of what her future will hold and dreads taking up the family business. But she also sees most things through rose colored glasses and the inexperience of youth.

History

Caillean grew up in Taren Ferry. Her father is a minor textile merchant and her mother a seamstress in her spare time. She had a younger sister who passed away when Caille was 14 from a fever. It completely rocked her world and left the inheritance of her family business solely in her shoulders besides. While the rest of her family focused more on practical things, she would sit and listen to every story and song that the traveling gleemen would tell and would often repeat the stories for the younger children later. Her constant wandering off, storytelling, and lack of interest in stitching were a constant disappointment to her parents and they let her know it.

A week after her fifteenth birthday there was a big spring festival that brought a few traveling gleemen, peddlers, and even fireworks. One of the travelling gleemen overheard her singing songs to the younger ones and decided to approach her. He began to teach her the flute and found her a quick study with a good voice and a memory for stories. A few months later he was on his way to Whitebridge and she begged and cajoled him into taking her along. She promised she would find a way home afterward but it was too big of an opportunity to pass up. It was her first time to such a big city and she was full of excitement.

He allowed her to debut in some of his performances. But two nights into their stay on their way to the next inn, they came upon a robbery in progress. He tried to stop them and ended up being stabbed. In the dark of night and with nowhere to go for help, he bled to death in her arms while she screamed for help. Left in a strange city at 15 years, with no money and no friends Caille was totally lost. So she did the only thing she knew, tried to get business at inns to earn enough to get home but it was hard going. No one believed a 15 year old girl worth much and those that would hire her tended to want the lewder songs that she was so loath to sing. But the next night she met another benefactor. A kind graceful woman approached her, gave her something to eat and allowed her to stay in the same room. Little did Caillean know this woman was an Aes Sedai. That is until talk of the White Tower came up. It filled her with some amount of fear to find out that she could be taught to …channel. But it also filled her with curiosity. With nowhere else to go, and nearly everything she owned tucked away in the cloak worn by the only man who had been like a father to her, she left for the tower to begin a new chapter in her life.

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Another Perfect Day-Motorhead

Picture on the Wall-Lightnin' Hopkins