She's bald, dear. I think you've temporary lost adorable. *ggl*

But she could kill some anonymous person I suppose. Or maybe steal an angreal.

Oh oh oh! Can she kill Deanne!!!???!?!?! ;D

"No child, I think you've worked enough of the Power today." She said offhandedly to the eager little novice. Sarena's hand went up and Jasmyne motioned her up. She came and surprisingly pulled the Fire weave out first. She grimaced, but it came out fairly easy with no side affects. That was a good thing! Fire was the worst to mess up on. She pulled out a few more until she got to Water. Sarena pulled on it and Jasmyne saw what was happening, but was to slow to react properly. The two were soaked in freezing cold water. It's one of those days.she thought as she wiped water out of her eyes. "Continue." she said while still clearing water off of her face. Earth came after a struggle, but thankfully a safe struggle.

Other novices came and did the activity, then Jasmyne went over to Carina who didn't appear to really be with us. It turned out she was and she began right away. She went right away and Jasmyne wondered if she had the strength she herself did. No sooner had she thought that, Carina launched herself out of her seat and her seat was suddenly on a platform of stone. Jas rolled her eyes and began to make a separate weave to put the floor back. Definitely one of those days. carina continued and worked on air. Suddenly loud bells filled the classroom and Jas felt like moaning. These girl were going to burn themselves out at this rate. She continued and got to the Fire weave and almost appeared to zone out. She got it, but in the oddest way. Didn't matter to her. Then there was Spirit. Carina grabbed for it and suddenly it was a shawl. Jasmyne blinked many times and Carina looked equally surprised. She dissipated the weave and went to the front. "Well, that's everyone. You have all done very well, incidents ignored. Class dismissed."

Jasmyne Ceres

Relieved

OOC: Done! Class closed!

Jasmyne watched the girls practice pushing away. Selene struggled a bit, but she beamed with joy once she did get it. Sarena also had trouble with the exercise, but she got it to. She worried over her. She had heard that she had taken the class before and not done so well. Suddenly Carina flew off her seat and the glow wasn't around her at all. Great Lord, please don't let her have burnt herself out. Larindhra would have her hide if that happened. Jasmyne rushed over, but the novice had already picked herself up and had embraced the Source. She sighed heavily. She didn't burn out. For that she was thankful. And then she got it. Maybe teaching wasn't so abhorrently awful.

"Well, I would have given you a break before teaching you how to Pull saidar, but it seems you all have got that part figured out. Well done all of you. Take a few minutes to rest up, then practice a couple times." The girls started to chatter and then the glow popped up around a few of them and it ebbed and flowed as a river would. They were slowly getting the hang of it. She had to give them that. "Alright girls, that's enough for today. You're dismissed."

OOC: If you want to post again to chatter or practice, you are welcome to. If not, then you are done this class section. ;D

Tigara nodded to the Adept. "You are dismissed. I shall teach you nothing more at this time." Arcon strode off out of the room and the fat man was left writhing in pain inside the Circle of Silence. He smiled at him and said "I'll be back for you in a few hours. I know a Myrdraal who would love to play with you." The man appeared to be screaming more, not that he could hear it. He started to laugh as he closed the door behind him. If he lived that long.

Within seconds of Jagen Sedai holding her hand up, the storm was gone. The storm she had worked so very hard to make and she just waves it away. How rude of her! But they were going into the city! The city was a lovely place to visit. The people there actually wore other colors than white. White was becoming very boring and usual to her than any color would have been a welcome change. By the comment made, she suddenly noticed that she had indeed thrown up all over herself. It was....very disgusting. Praise the Great Lord, she got to change first! She ran down a set of stairs and flew into her rooms. She pulled her vomitous dress over her head and slipped a clean one on. She could clean it later. Had she had longer hair, she would have had to fix it before she left. That was one upside of having shorter hair. That and it was a lot lighter and cooler on her head. The only perks she could think of. But not even together could they outweigh the negative damper on her appearance.

She hurried down to the entrance and waited not but a few minutes before Jagen Sedai met her there. They were off to the river...to make waves! This would certainly be an interesting afternoon. The pair took off with Jagen in the lead with the short-haired little Accepted trailing behind. As they went along, she would examine the different stores and stalls. Tar Valon was such a diverse city, so there was nearly every kind of ware you could want. They arrived at the river in descent time and stopped. Jagen Sedai showed her the kind of weave she was to make. It was the simple wave weave, but about five times the size. With very thick water threads! Jasmyne embraced the Source and began.

She decided to start small and grow at a constant rate. She wove thr most basic form and the river started to ripple downstream. They started to grow into small half foot waves. She added more. Thicker flows. The waves began to grow larger, up to two feet and small crafts started to appear panicked. As the boats in the river noticed what was happening, they all made clear of the Aes Sedai and her Accepted helper. She added more water. Thicker flows. Her flows were now at their maximum size that she could, about her pinky size. The waves leapt up to a good four feet high. She added more flows, but she could not make her flows bigger, so the waves grew little. She had to make them bigger, but she had already maxed them out! And she had already vomited today, so she didn't think she could make them bigger. but she had to try.

She calmed herself to the point that she wasn't aware of anything but saidar. She reached out for it and pulled hard. It fileld her and she directed it all into her weave. The water flows stretched nearly to the size of Jagen's and suddenly a wave of at least fifteen feet burst from the river banks and soon after crashed into the far side. Speaking of crashing, the shock of that much saidar and the force of her weave had knocked her backwards. She pulled herself upward and nearly fell over again from the pain she had in her head. It was like nothing she had felt before! She could tell that saidar was still with her, but she was sure she couldn't channel a lick if she tried. She regained her balance, then quickly bent over and spewed stomach juice on the ground. She made certain none of it got on her dress if she was going to go shopping. She weakly smiled at her teacher who smiled back. "Let's go shopping."

The glare Larindhra gave was enough to make Jasmyne want to crawl in and hide in her own skin. No human being should ever be able to look so fiercely. That gaze could have made the Amyrlin Seat herself uncomfortable! Think of it! The Flame of Tar Valon squirming in her seat from the gaze of the Mistress of Novices. It wasn't logical, but she thought it to be possible. Fortunately, the Mistress of Novice's attentions turned first to the whining and vain novice to her right. Yes, berate the girl for her inattention. Berate her for gazing at men all day. Berate her for disrespect. Jasmyne glared at Deanne as Larindhra spoke and suddenly became very curious. It was a rather simple weave. She watched it being formed and then watched it stretch out to Deanne's head.

Her eyes popped with glee and she would have urst into hysterical laughter had she not been so shocked at the drastic punishment. Deanne's precious, precious braids fell limply to the ground around her and the dam broke completely. Jas fought the urge to rub her hands in delight as that Arafellan snob fell to the ground and clutched her braids in desperation, whining, crying, wailing, and sobbing all the while. It was the perfect punishment for such a vain individual.

Larindhra Sedai then turned her attentions to Jasmyne and she just stiffened. She knew that she had been busted. Larindhra knew that she had hit Deanne. Light, she just saw her try to do it again! What creative ploy would the foul Red think up for her today? A year's worth of documenting for Raeyn? Cleaning the Tower from top to bottom? A month with the Whites? She shuddered at that. She didn't know how many knew that she had a severe dislike for anyone in the White Ajah. She just hoped Larindhra didn't know.

Her eyes popped bigger this time and she froze in shock as the same weave came towards her own head. No. Larindhra wouldn't do that to her. She wasn't vain like Deanne! It wouldn't be nearly as effective! She lost her breath as she saw her curly locks gently flow to the ground and formed a circle around her. She couldn't even hear the novice's shrieks anymore. Her eyes were permanently bulging as she formed the mental image of herself as bald as Deanne now was. She slowly regained composure, bent down and collected her dark curls into a bundle. She turned and left the Mistress of Novice's office more solemn than she had ever been.

Jasmyne Ceres

Bald

OOC: YAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOO! We're finally done!!! Unless Lara wants another post or something.

opened it all by seting out the alarm of bt presence through a darkhound howl

Now I look here. Well, I put up a second warning. Oh well.

It was a nice quiet day in the Fortress. Many Shadowspawn were gone from around and a large number of Dreadlords and a handful of Adepts had gone on that raid in Sheinar, so it was quiet. Tigara had had a class to teach today, so he wasn't required to go. He found himself teaching a lot lately. Yes, he was very skillful and good at dealing with absolute buffoons trying to channel, but he didn't really enjoy it. He needed to disappear for longer periods of time.

He had felt large amounts of saidin being used all morning during the raid, but when it suddenly stopped, he naturally assumed the raid was over. Some Dreadlords came back to the Fortress already, as well as all of the Adepts.It was then he felt a very large amount of saidin being used from the same place as before. He was certain every sadin channeler in the Fortress could feel it. They hadn't felt it long before a dark-skinned dreadlady, who he never recognized, came into the common room demanding all Dreadlords be on standby. And he knew right away what it was. Those "Asha'man" were a very large threat, but a Trolloc axe would kill them as easy as any person. They were just harder to get close enough to to do such an act, that's all.

His pace was more brisk than usual as he descended the steps to the Traveling room. Others were there as well, but many of them were off to prepare the Shadowspawn...again. Tig wasn't fond of Shadowspawn, so he usually went to assess the battlefield. A silver line opened into a Gateway and he stepped through. The raid from before had been very thorough. The ground was coal black and smoked infrequently. Larger billows of smoke were in sight to the sides and the sky was very hazy. He could sense saidin a few hills over and stood his ground, waiting for the others.

Tigara Kazim

Dreadlord

~**~

A poor farmwife lurked around in a near-dead grove of leatherleaf and watched a host of Gateways open. Hundreds of men in black coats flooded through and formed into rank. She was behind them and her eyes narrowed. She rubbed her pale nose and stroked her blonde hair in her hands. This was certainly a predicament that she didn't want to be a part of. Not directly, of course. No, she was far better suited to covert operations. She embraced the Source and wove a Gateway for Skimming. She was not particularly gifted in Gateways. Hers were barely big enough for her small self to fit through comfortably. Se stepped onto the simple platform and Skimmed to the Fortress. They needed to know.

A dark-skinned woman with a certain grace stepped through the Gateway in the lower rooms of the Fortress. Terra Cyrene was very good at what she did, and what she did was disguise. If there had been a Talent for the Mask of Mirrors, she would have had it. Although it was not a Talent as such, long years of practice had given her a skill no one could laugh at. Even without the One Power, she could easily make herself look like a different woman with make-up, clothes, and mannerisms. She took confident strides towards the Mashadar's chamber. "Lord Mashadar, Asha'man have arrived at the raid sight. A few hundred of them." His answer was quick. "Ready the armies. Send for the Dreadlords." "Yes my lord." she said turning away and running down halls to rouse the Dreadlords.

It hadn't taken long before the entire Fortress was armed for Battle. The Shadowspawn hadn't gone far since the last raid ended, so they were quickly turned around. This job was done. Now it was the fun job. She made her way to the armory and found a sword that wasn't too heavy, then wove another Gateway and went back to her thicket. Upon stepping out of her Gateway, she emerged not a she, but a he. Dressed in a Asha'man's coat, she wore the silver pin on her coat collar. Her skin, hair, and eyes remained the same color, but they were altered enough that they were definitely the facial features of a Tairen man. She even added an oiled beard for effect. Once the battle started, she would just slip into their ranks and work her magic. It was time to play a very dangerous game. She knew they could sense her channeling, but hopefully they would assume it was another Dreadlady. Very dangerous.

Terra Cyrene

Temp Dreadlady

~**~

Ikki stepped out of the Gateway and nearly vomited right there. The smell of death was heavy. He could see all the destruction that these Trollocs caused. He didn't know what they looked like, but they were very good at what they did by any means. He formed into rank and embraced the Source. Feeding his nausea into the Void did help. But even feeding his nervousness into the Void didn't stop him from visibly shaking. He wasn't ready for this, no matter what his teachers said. he prepared a strong shield weave to go off at a moments notice. Paranoia? Yes!

Ikkiliad sur Paendrag

Dedicated

Raeyn was asking if I had any plotsings with Eq yet for Jasmyne and suggesting that us three plot something for once she's raised.

Now I say, "No, we haven't plotted anything yet, but we totally should do something. Do you have something special in mind?"

I'll have you another Soldier soonish. (Aka, once Ikki's an Ashie) ;D

Dun worry, Jas is far to occupied with power to care about romance. *ggl*

>.>

*grabs Elgee's lower lip that's sticking out*

Hehehehehehe

In the Accepted quiz, you're required to give a main-plotline age for your AS. I don't remember what they specifically were, but Jasmyne was old enough to be Sitter and Melianna was about 10 years shy of that.

Thanks Mystikins!!! *snuggles*

Jade, can't we use white glue? Or wood glue? Or glue that *isn't* scalding hot?

Ikki was pulled onto the dance floor by Kami and she pulled out an eloquent Saldean fan. There was still something off about her that he couldn't shake off, but perhaps it was the taint messing with his mind. One of the Soldier's wives went on stage and began a quick, cheerful tune with a simple flute and the inn burst into dance. Chairs and tables were cleared to the side and wives paired up with husbands, daughters paired up with young Blackcoats, and Kami paired up with Ikki. It was a rather festive dance with very simple steps. He caught on quickly and soon he and Kami were in sync with every other couple in the room. It had been a great long while since he had danced with anyone. In fact, it had been years.

He had last danced when he was on his way to the Black Tower from Mayene. He had stopped in an inn in a small town just out of Aringill. He had danced with a very pretty girl with red-gold hair and a considerable bosom. He wasn't exactly sure how long ago that had been, but it was at least two years ago. The music stopped and the flutist was readying for a new dance. "Care to dance again, kind lady?"

Just adding updates and such. No CC needed. ;D

Basic Information

Handle:  Jaydena

Character Count: (For this Division) 1

Contact:  jaydenasedai@gmail.com

Character Information

Name:  Jaydena Restona Mckanthur

Age: 250

Nationality: Andorian

Appearance

Hair: Thick hair that falls to just above the curve of the backside, auburn in color with a few strands of Gray in it. Her hair is wavy and curls down her back.

Eyes:  Emerald green slanted with long and thick auburn eyelashes and arched auburn eyebrows.

Skin:  Her skin is pale and unblemished other than a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. Across the left side of her face is a burn that goes across part of her forehead, around her eye and half way down her cheek, the burn was caused by an angreal just a short time ago. She also has a long scar across her neck from a childhood incident involving her brother and a carelessly swung rake.

Height: She stands a tall 5' 9; her posture is straight and formal.

Voice:  A very sultry and sexy voice, not high and not low, she is a fairly good singer but nothing to win awards.

Other:  Jade has an overly exaggerated hourglass figure which makes it very hard to make clothes for her. Her bosom is large and has caused her more than one problem in the past.

Optional

Special Skills:  Artwork, mediums painting, sculpting in clay, wood, and stone, sewing, knitting, and embroidery. Jaydena can delve, this talent was discovered as an Accepted and she also is one of the most well known experts in the Tower on Angreal.

Knowledge Weakness: Jaydena doesn't know as much as she should about the Old Tongue and it took her many years to master even a minor knowledge of it.

Physical Weakness: Other than the burns on her face she is very strong and runs daily as well as works with the forms.

Personality weakness: She's way too stubborn and this has gotten her into many problems over the years, she also trusts to easily and gets her heart broken in the process.

Personality

Jaydena is fierce to the point of being overly so, she doesn't always think about herself or the consequences to herself when she goes on one of her rampages. She's strong willing to the point of being unbending but is also one of the most loving and accommodating people when it comes to those she loves. She trusts to easily and is often hurt because of it but yet she still thinks the best of people. Over the years she has become a bit harder, colder, and more cynical because of the things she has seen.  Dena has a huge love of clothes and also crystal, she collects crystal carvings and has them all over her room. She also collects weapons, books, and much more, I suppose you could call Jaydena is a collector of people as well as possessions.

History

As the light faded over the distant slopes of the famous Dragonmount, a lone figure sat at her desk. Her hand poised over a sheet of fine paper, a green sword at the top, with the ancient Aes Sedai symbol below. The woman turned from the paper and noticing the darkness creeping into the room, she lit the candles in the room with the just a few waves of her pale and elegant hands. The candlelight glinted and shone over the long auburn hair with its thick waves and riotous curls, that hair that was just beginning to be tinged with gray. Her emerald green eyes moved over the paper as she wrote what she had written in her fine and slanted writing.

For some time I have been thinking about writing the history of my many years, and the urge has come to me to do so, perhaps writing it out will give me some perceptive and acceptance of the hurt I have endured. So as I sit here, I reside within the great Halls of the White Tower, and old woman by any means, with many accomplishments and many failures. I have not been perfect but I have lived a life well lived if I do say so myself. I have watched my friends, lovers, and even my family members pass to the Creator and my time will come soon I am sure. However, as any story must start, this one must begin at the beginning. I was born Jaydena Restona Mckanthur in a small city outside of the marvellous capital city of Caemlyn. The name of our town was Golden Lakes and I grew up on the shores of one of the iridescent bodies of water. My parents named Jenaveve and Ohandra owned a farm that had been passed down through generations to the oldest son of the family. My father was of course the oldest son and a gentler man you would be hard pressed to meet. It's quite ironic that such a gentle man went on the produce a child that would battle Trollocs and kill without a thought. Yet I regress from the story. My Mother Jenaveve was raised by another farmer and his seamstress wife. I inherited my auburn hair, pale skin, emerald eyes, and my hourglass figure as well as her fiery temperament. My parents met at a young age and quickly married, my Father lived on the farm with my grandparents and my Mother moved in with them. It wasn't long before my older brother Osiris was born, and with the production of an heir to the farm, my parents weren't overly worried about having another child right away. They waited for some time before they became pregnant with me. Osiris was 2 years old when I was born and believe me he was not to happy to have a Sister instead of the Brother he had wanted. He eventually grew to love me but had another pang of rage when two years after I was born my Mother produced another Sister for him named Adreana.

I laugh when I think about how upset he was but I am sure that for him that was the worst thing in the world. We had a normal childhood, I learned how to plough and care for the stock on our farm. Fishing was a daily routine for us, so I was taught how to skin and de-bone fish as well. By the time I was ten I could dress any animal on the farm or from the woods around us. I ran through the trees and learned to use the sword with my brother as well as a quarterstaff from my Grandfather who had been one of the Queens Guards until he retired to stay on the farm full time. When I was 11, my Mother decided it was time I took an interest in the feminine arts, she  taught me the art of gardening, so not only could I produce foods that were good for my family when I became a woman, but I could also treat their ails with the herbs she grew in another garden plot. Jenaveve was known as one of the best seamstresses in the area and she passed on her art of the needle to my Sister and me. We learned how to weave, spin yarn, die wool, and the other arts that went with working with our hands in this way. When I was fairly young it was discovered that I had an artistic talent unlike anything anyone in my family had seen. When my parents saw this, they worked extra hard to put me through lessons and buy or make the materials I needed to develop this talent. I went through classes in the city at least once a week and learned how to throw pottery, create forms for pottery, paint, mix oil paints, sketch, and so many other things that I would need to know to support myself with my art.  I planned on gaining a job at the palace and moving to Caemlyn when I reached the age of 16 but life threw twists at me.

At the age of fifteen my beloved Mother became deathly ill with what she believed was a sickness of her bones, we tried to heal her ourselves and took her to our local Wisdom but she could do nothing as the pain increased. I watched my vibrant Mother shrink to nothing and cry from the pain. I had never seen this strong woman, who fought fiercely with my Father, broke horses without a thought, and took on men twice her size show even one moment of weakness, this was a revelation for me. I learned that strong women could show weakness and still be strong.  It was decided as her pain became unbearable that I would take her to the city with me and see if there was a Yellow Sister in the capital city as they were rumoured to be able to heal everything but death, and there were whispers that they could do that as well. I took my Mother into the city and found at our  arrival that no sisters were visiting at the time. My  heart filled with disappointment and I  set out to search for a well known Wisdom who might be able to help her. It took the better part of two days but finally I found the Wisdom. The woman agree to help us out but after examining Jenaveve, announced that the sickness was to far advanced and that she could do nothing for the shrunken woman, she gave me herbs to help ease the pain and I prepared to take the news to my family. As I turned to leave she announced that there was someone who could help her, I turned to her and she told me that years ago she had come across a girl that she had felt a connection with and taken her on as Apprentice, several weeks later a sister had come to the city looking for girls who could channel. The young girl had been taken away and so the Wisdom figured that her Apprentice had been able to channel, she told, me that she was sensing the same feeling from me and that I should head to the tower, if I could get there in time they might be able to help my Mother.

I left the Wisdom's home with a heavy heart and prepared for the trip home with my Mother, unsure of how I was going to share this news with my family. On the way back to our home I told my Mother of what the Wisdom had said. At first she appeared to be shocked and dismayed by the news, but the closer we got to home the more a look of determination started to take over her face. I was unsure what to do, I had been betrothed to a nearby farmer since I was thirteen and I didn't think that Alton would allow me to go. When we arrived at home I tried to break the news gently to my family, they were understandably devastated by the knowledge that they would be losing their beloved Mother if I couldn't make it to the Tower in time. At the news of my possible ability to channel they seemed more enraged than anything else, they couldn't believe that I would be interested in being an Aes Sedai, especially when our Mother was dying. When I broke the news to my betrothed he refused to let me go, even if it would possibly save my Mother, and threatened to lock me up if I so much as tried. My Father also agreed it was far too dangerous to risk taking their Mother anywhere in her condition. Jenaveve seemed to take it fairly well but that night  I learned that her iron will still existed. As I sat in my room crying silent tears my Grandmother snuck into my room and told me to meet her down at the stables after dark.

After dark I made my way silently through the house and found two of my Mother priced horses hitched to our wagon and one tied behind. She lay in the back carefully padded and was surrounded by supplies and everything we would need. Jenaveve smiled at me out of her wane face and told me, "Both of us need to go to the Tower child, if you can learn to be an Aes Sedai you need to do it. If I don't make it I want you to bury me and continue on without me." I nodded and with a shudder at the thought of loosing my Mother I climbed up into the wagon and we snuck out of the farm and onto the dark road. The travelling was rough and my Mother continued to slide downhill as we neared the Tower. After a month of travelling we arrived in the great city of Tar Valon, I can't say I noticed much other than that we had arrived at our destination. The spires and towers didn't mean anything to me as Jenaveve struggled to hang on and breath each breath.

I arrived at the tower and was directed to the Mistress of Novices as they carried my Mother off to be healed. It was revealed that I could learn to channel and I waved goodbye to my now healed Mother. Jenaveve left me one of the horses she had trained named Blaze to work with and ride and though I didn't have much time for him as a Novice, I did manage to breed him and send money back to my parents. To this day I still work with his childrens children and sell them for profit. My novicehood went by fairly quickly in the terms of the life of an Aes Sedai which is far longer than that of a normal person. I made friends easily and though I missed my family I came to love the Tower as yet another family.  After six years as a Novice I was called forth to step through the arches and try for Accepted, I made it through the experience but the horrors I saw within changed me for all time. I became more focused on my studies, more determined to become a Sister and not let those things happen.  While Accepted I looked at all the Ajahs and tried to decide which one I belonged in, at first I believed I should be a Brown. I loved Angreal and studied them as often as possible, making me believe that I should be a Brown, I also was interested in the Yellows as they had healed my Mother, but that didn't last long, when I discovered I wasn't strong enough to heal. The Grays were another option as I liked the idea of advising Kings and Queens and helping solve disputes, but it took a Sister of the Green to show me my true home. She pointed out that my passion fit well in the Greens and that many Greens had interests outside of just fighting. While an Accepted I also learned that I could sense minerals, stones, and water below the ground. I used this talent to bring gemstones to the Tower in my later years. Six years after going through those horrible arches I passed the test and picked the Battle Ajah as my home. However I was quickly to learn that the Battle Ajah did things differently, I was denied entrance until I was able to pass their tests and I can say I was more than a little mad about that. Now of course I am the one in charge of such things as denying entrance to this Ajah but that's another topic. About three months after being denied I passed my battle weaves classes and all the other tests required and was accepted into my Ajah finally. I can still remember the way it felt to have that Green shawl laid over my shoulders for all time and the joy that came with the hard won position.  I spent most of my time after being raised travelling and fighting in the Borderlands, it was there I came to bond a young Tower Guard named Degan who I had known since I was an Accepted, in 785 NE we were bonded and I took my first Warder. 

Several years passed in which we fought and returned to the Tower at intervals, close to five years after I bonded Degan, my  ex-betrothed came to the Tower and tried to make me leave, it took some doing but I convinced him it wasn't possible. He informed me that he would make me fall in love with him again and that he would train as a Tower Guard and be my warder someday. I accepted his decision and watched as he struggled to keep up with younger men, but he was determined and finally he was raised to the Tower Guards of the White Tower. After several months in which he tried to convince me I finally bonded him and it was a decision I never regretted, I never came to love him other than as a friend and companion but he came to accept that. Forty-eight years later after many battles and honorable actions he fell asleep and passed onto the Creator. He was sorely missed but he had lived a long life and had taken many Trollocs with him.  In the year 853 NE, I was raised to Sitter of my Ajah and that I have been ever since, I have watched Sitters come and go as well as Keepers and Amyrlins. Twenty five years after I was raised to Sitter and began to spend most of my time in the Tower, my warder Degan was killed in a mild skirmish in the Borderlands that I hadn't even intended to go on. I insisted that he was too old to fight but he wouldn't listen. My only consolation is that he died protecting me and doing what he wanted to, where as Alton never really wanted to be a Warder, he just wanted me, and he died peacefully in his sleep.

In the year 900 I began training to help out with the Eyes and Ears Network run by my mentor Kaylan Sedai. She needed someone who would be able to train a successor in case something happened to her and I willingly took on the job despite my Sitter duties. Sixty five years goes by in the blink of an eye and soon I was bonding again, this time in a double bonding with Corbin LaGosse and Jared Damodred. Jared worked quite hard to convince me to bond him and I later ended up sleeping with him for several years and losing my innocence to him at the age where most women are leaving the earth. Years passed and I learned that I was attracted to women and believe me that was quite a shocking revelation. I became lovers with Seiaman Kera a Tower Guard and realized that I had never really been in love with Jared or with anyone else for that matter. We decided to bond but things were extremely complicated with Jared and I couldn't risk a fight between two Warders, both of which had been or were my lovers.  Time passes quickly  and a woman I had come to despise named Sirayn Simeone and I were sent out with Seiaman on a mission to Ebou Dari, during this mission Seiaman and I were almost killed in a fight by  some men who ended up raping and impregnating Sirayn. The other Aes Sedai bonded Seia to save her life and took  away the chance of my bonding her. Seia and I parted ways when she refused to annul her bond with Sirayn and choose me instead because of her flaming honor.If she had things might have turned out so differently.  Many years passed in which Seia spent most of her time trying to convince me to be her lover again, with Jared doing the same thing on the side. I grew more and angrier with both of them, on a positive note though I had started to become friends with Sirayn and we both dealt with the issues with Seiaman. During this time period a journal is found that proves the existence of a buried city from the Age of Legends by the name of Namandar. Sirayn was chosen to lead the mission and I was one of the Greens who was picked to go along with her. During this trip I bonded a Tower Guard named Coran Thalier who I became friends with during the trip. He quickly helped to ease the tension between Seia and Jared and convinced Jared to leave the issue alone. Seia re-launched her efforts to woo me during the trip and I finally give in, realizing I couldn't deny her love anymore. I became lovers with her again and then watched as two of my Warders yet again died saving me from the forces of evil. 

I came back from Namandar with a renewed passion to fight the Shadow and in order to do this I needed Warders at my side and I needed to train the new recruits for the Greens. I became passionate about teaching Battle weaves and my position as Sitter. That year I bonded a troubled young female Tower Guard named Morgan. Morgan sadly turned the way of the Shadow and I was forced to sever our bond and send Tower Guards after her to bring her back. A short time after that Coran disappeared off the bond and I had no idea where he was, he had learned to block the bond and he kept it that way until just recently when he showed back up claiming that his Brother was a channelling Ashaman who he had been trying to save. We are still working on his leaving me like that and I haven't decided if I shall keep our bond or not. After Coran left me I met a suicidal Tower Guard named Raisa who I bonded to keep her alive. She had lost her Aes Sedai at Namandar and I was determined not to let her kill herself. Raisa was never able  to deal with what happened and she disappeared on a suicide mission in the Borderlands this last year. 

We now come to one of the worst times in my life. Seiaman and I had been having some problems, Seia admitted to me that she was in love with Sirayn and I both and I discovered that I also had deep feelings for my friend Sirayn. It was trying time for all of us and it was yet to get worse. Sirayn and Seia were lured out to cave by Sirayn's now adult son who she gentled years before. Both of them were tortured horribly and because of a Beloveds Bond ring that duplicates a bond I was able to locate them and deal with her son. After this understandably both Seia and Sirayn draw in on themselves and then I was burned. I can honestly say it was stupid, I came into the store rooms to study an Angreal that we had discovered at Namandar, I found Accepted dead on the floor and the Angreal lying on the ground. I picked it up and the minute I did it, my face began to burn horribly. Half of my face was mutilated and I lost vision in one eye, the Healers of the Yellow Ajah tried everything but they couldn't heal me. I later discovered that Lanfear had set the weave and then healed my eye in an attempt to convert me to the Black Ajah. Just this last year Seiaman was killed in a battle that never should have happened with the Dragon. I found out later that she hadn't died and when she came back to the Tower she broke my heart and told me that she didn't want me and she only wanted Sirayn. I can't begin to tell you what this did to me but I have worked past it with the help of my last bonded Warder. I bonded Cairma after she found me wading into a cold river trying to end my life. We became friends and she says we saved each other when we bonded; Cairma recently became pregnant and gave birth. We have parted ways so she can raise her son but I am so happy for her. In 999 NE Sirayn was raised to Amyrlin Seat and I became the Captain General of the Greens, a position I never thought I would achieve. Sirayn disappeared shortly after becoming Amyrlin Seat and has not been heard from since. So it is that I have reached 250 years old this day, I have lost my friends, I have gained friends, and I am now essentially Warderless and loverless in this cold world. I have learned to love myself and not to feel that I must be lovers with someone to be complete. I am one of the longest standing and most dedicated Sitters in the Tower. My artwork helped my family build one of the largest potterie empires in the land and my great nieces and nephews are living off the money it has earned. I have loved deeply and hated deeply and I have become a better person from all those emotions. May the Creator hold you in her arms and comfort you as well.   

The lone woman picked up the pages and walked towards the fire burning against the cold winter night. She looked down into the crackling flames and considered the letter she had just written and then tossed it into the flames, watching as it took the memories, joy, and pain up the chimney with the smoke. Jade looked back towards the window where the moonlight shone on the tears streaming down her face and then extinguished the flames with a wave of her hand, plunging the room into darkness once more. Darkness from which she came with the sound of her Mother's heartbeat and Darkness in which she would go, to the earth she loved so much.

Current Year - 1000 NE

999 NE Jaydena becomes Captain General of the Green Ajah when Sirayn is raised to Amyrlin of the Tower

999 NE - (Late) Jaydena decides she is going to kill herself and is saved by Cairma, they become very good friends and end up bonding, basically saving each others lives.

999 NE- Seia is killed in a Battle and Jaydena mournes her loss deeply, she later shows back up alive and informs Jade that she loves Sirayn and not her now.

999 NE- Jaydena is horribly burned on the left side of her face by a trap set on an Angreal. Lanfear sets the trap and Jaydena triggers it when she picks the angreal up.

999 NE- Sirayn and Seia are lured to a cave by Sirayn's son, both of them are tortured and Seia is never the same.

Early 997 NE- In order to save a suicidal Tower Guard she bonds her and they quickly become friends. Raisa later disappears and blocks her Bond with Jaydena.

Late 996 NE- Coran disappears and blocks his bond with Jaydena, he shows back up some time later.

Late 996 NE- Jaydena becomes friends with Morgan, they decide to bond and Morgan eventually becomes a Dark Friend and Jaydena severs the bond with her.

996 NE- Namandar occures, during this period Jaydena has become lovers with Seia again and she loses Jared in the battle. An underground preserved city from the Age of Legends city is discovered, the Darkfriends lay a trap for the Tower. The party makes it out with some angreal but not without the loss of many Warders and Aes Sedai. During this trip Jaydena also bonds Coran. 

984 NE- Seiaman is almost killed in a fight with the men that rape Sirayn and impregnate her and Sirayn bonds her to save her life, taking away Jade's chance to bond her and ending their relationship.

978 NE- Jaydena becomes lovers with Seiaman of the Tower Guards, her first attraction to a woman and one that she fights for a long time.

965 NE- A young Tower Guard convinces Jaydena to bond him, she bonds Jared Damodred and later sleeps with him for several years before she becomes lovers with Seiaman

965- In a double Bonding, Jaydena bonds Corbin and Jared

900 NE- Jaydena begins training with Kaylan Sedai for Eyes as Ears

878 NE- Degan is killed in a mild skirmish in the Borderlands and Jaydena weeps at the loss of both of her beloved Warders

853 NE- Jaydena is raised to Sitter of the Green Ajah

848 NE- Her Warder Alton passes away in his sleep, living a long life with many battles.

800 NE- Alton her ex-bethrothed is raised to Tower Guard and Jaydena bonds him, though she never falls in love with him as he wanted.

790 NE- Her ex-bethrothed comes to the Tower and tries to make her leave, she convinces him that this is just not possible. He informs her that he will make her fall in love with him again and that he will train as a Tower Guard and be her warder.

785 NE- After some time of chosing, they have known each other since she was an Accepted, she bonds Degan.

778 NE- Early in 778, after being denied entrance to the Green Ajah, she passed her second peition in front of the Ajah and gains her Green Shawl

777 NE- After first thinking she would go Brown because of her fascination with Angreal, and then thinking she would go Gray because of her want to be a advisor, she is finally raised to the shawl and swears her oaths.

771 NE- After  years as a Novice, she is raised to the Ring.

765 NE- After her Mother becomes ill with a bone sickness that causes her to see a healer, Jaydena learned she may be able to channel. She heads to the Tower and finds that she can indeed learn. The young woman is entered into the Book of Novices and begins her training.

760- Discovers that she loves to draw and paint, her parents work hard to provide her with supplies and lessons.

750 NE- Jaydena Restona Mckanthur is born outside Caemlyn, Andor to parents Jenaveve and Ohandra, she is the middle child.

Username: Irina

Handle at DM/WT: Irina

Email: w.torenvliet[at]gmail.com

Appearance/character traits:

Irina is not overly beautiful, but more pretty in a naughty way. She has hazel, almondshaped eyes with grey flecks in them and a very light unblemished skin. Broad face with a score of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Broad, square chin which is an indication of her stubborn nature. Red-tinged, very VERY curly hair that she finds difficult to maintain- she chopped it very short on the streets and still keeps it relatively short.

Slender but nicely shaped where curves are concerned. Comes across as far from fragile while she actually isn't that tall or sturdy at all. Has a nice proficiency in daggers and stickfighting which she honed on the streets. Used to swear a lot, but that has been beaten out of her during her life with the merchant train. Vague Tearan accent is all that remains, and she is completely convinced of the importance of being able to express yourself well – it has brought her quite far under the circumstances. Soaks up education like a sponge, but is too practical and realistic to become a Brown.

Place of birth: Tear

Age: 15

Irina grew up on the street cause her mother tossed her and her siblings out of the house when she was five. She doesn't remember her mother's name, or what she looked like - doesn't even know why her mother's life was such that she felt she had to abandon her children like she did. Irina does not remember a father either, so most likely the man that fathered her was not married to her mother, or left right after she was born. In the hard life on the streets, Irina quickly lost track of her brothers and sisters and cannot even remember their faces or how many there were exactly.

Life on the street was hard, but she soon was picked up by a group of littl girls and boys here age which roamed the streets as messengers, pickpockets and worse. These children were abused and used by whomever saw fit, and so Irina has seen rape, murder, betrayal and disinterest upclose. She always managed to elude personal mishaps though because of quick wit and a strong manipulative side.

Until she was 12 she remained more or less genderless with a mop of unruly hair, a flat chest and gangly legs, but upon her flowering she grew quickly into a curvy young woman. At the same time, she suddenly found herself abandoned by her group of peers, who saw her comeliness and curviness as a liability - she was too great a risk on the street to be very close to. And so she found herself alone in a hostile environment.

After a few gropings and chance escapes of worse, she decided she might be better off in the countryside, working for her livelihood. Even there she found that humankind is harsh - while there were honest pple who gave her honest pay for her work, there were scores who took their advantage. Irina has seen more of her share of the abusive nature of humankind.

In the end she was taken up by a travelling merchant train where she learned all the tricks of the trade – including selling and bargaining. Her quick wit became even more honed: Irina can basically talk her way out of anything. The life on the street and in the merchant train made her realistic, made her cynical, made her a firm believer in "what you can't eat, you can't use, and what you can't see, doesn't exist". She had envisioned a life as a merchant, owning her own train, but yet another thing crossed her path and turned her plans for herself upside down: she was discovered to being able to learn how to channel by a travelling Aes Sedai and was brought to the Tower when she was 15.

Irina can read and write, but obviously has no proper education. She is Very streetwise though and tough as nails underneath an alluringly charming exterior. Very friendly and open on the surface, but she always has her own agenda, and always has her own interests at heart. Thoroughly convinced that the Light won't help her, but that she is responsible for her own happiness and success. She does not believe in coincidence or something like karma. She is a hard worker, very intelligent, but cynical as well and not a very happy child inside. She will always choose what seems the most beneficial course to her – does not do things to please or help others where her own interests are concerned. Does not believe in the innate goodness of humankind either – will be distrustful (though not on the surface) always.

Is perceived as strongwilled and friendly, strong as a mule and as stubborn as one as well once she has set her mind to something.

Poor poor Jerenia. She has to mentor Katiana. ;D

I mean.... R&U. ;D

No, Mz Elgez. Mah hair wuz on mah hed, notz on mah fayce.

Amidst the semi-organized chaos that was the Black Tower, Ikki heard that The main force was to be led by the Storm Leader and two support teams by an Attack Leader. He discretely made his way over to Attack Leader Arath's team. He had absolutely no intention of being on the front lines, especially when he was so nervous he could puke...and they hadn't even gone anywhere yet. He formed the void and fed all his anxiety and fear into it. It helped a lot, really. And he might as well be ready. The sword had never been his friend and he was quite strong in the Power.

The groups appeared to be organized and he could feel the tension. So many new faces and so many old. How few of them actually faced a Trolloc before? Or a Lurk? He pondered. Would there be just Shadowspawn, or would we be killing men as well? He had heard rumors of Dreadlords and Dreadladies, but rumors were rumors. How much could you believe? He heard a Gateway open. This was really happening.

Ikkiliad sur Paendrag

O_O Mah Hairz!!! Oh noes, uz cnnt b shavinz uff mah hairz, Mz Jadeez an Mz Elgz. Eye likz mah hairz thnx vry much.

*nomnomnomz teh ropz an braakez phwee*

*gitz ah lit sabberz*

I made two TTPC Reds that so far have no writer. However I wouldn't mind playing a specific one, but the other one would suit you great! Have a look at Zedanya. =)

Zela and Zari were only listening enough to know what was going on. They weren't really interested at this moment to do anything besides pick away at their fingernails. As instructed, they spaced their feet out in a comfortable position and took on the weights. Zela was slightly arrogant about it, but Zari knew that it would get tough over time. The sun beat down on them and after an hour passed, a second set of weights were set over their shoulders. Zela wasn't quite as confident as before and Zari just smirked at her.

Another hour passed and a third set of weights were put over their shoulders. They were hot, sweaty, and sore. Zari could see Zela's legs shaking and knew his own were likely doing the same. They held that out for no more than five minutes before they both flopped, in sync of course. The weights were taken off and they just leaned on each other, panting for breath and massaging sore muscles.

Zari and Zela

OOC: Yeah, my Twins muse has been absent for a while. It's not the greatest.

O_O Kelly!! *bouncetacklehugs*