thanks for accepting me. can't wait to get started, but may need a little help at first. :?

So does this mean I've made it in, or is something else needed? If I'm in now what do I need to do? :?

already done it. do i need to delete the bio from this board now?

DM Handle: Lady Saravhem

Character Name: Shealyn Donal

Country of Origin: Andor

Hieght: 5'10"

weight: 140lbs

Weapons of Choice: Bow, cutlas, knives, hands and feet.

Physical Appearence: Light red and slightly curly hair. Fair skined but without appearing wane. Her Face is a stong square face with broad forehead. Her cheekbones are pronounced and her nose well proportioned to her face with a straight slope. Her mouth would be considered hard when in repose, with a full lower lip and thinner upper, but warm and friendly when smiling and laughing. While not considered to be a raving beauty, most all who met her consider her to be a strikingly handsome woman. There is one defenite oddity one first notices about her, her heavy-lidded almond shaped eyes are different colors, one is a golden brown and the other the color of green jade.(OOC: While not common this really does occur.)

Her body is long with hard muscles accentuated by generous curves at her bust and hips.

Background story: Her conception was a scandel of sorts. Shealyn's mother was a member of the household staff of a middle level noble house of Andor when she was seduced into carrying on a secret affair with the handsome young man that was hier to the high seat of the house. When hearing that he had impregnated the young maid said lord gave the girl a tidy sum of money and sent her back to her home town, where Shealyn and her mother were treated as little better than outcasts, due to the child being born outside of wedlock. Though the lord sent adequate sums of money through the years Shealyn's father never looked upon her or acknowledged her at all.

Shealyn's youth seemed like the Pit of Doom to her. Her mother, never really getting over her heart break, was often indifferent to the child. And the other children of the town were down right cruel and hateful to her. All knew too well the story of her birth to an unwed mother and taunted her by calling "Bastard". Shealyn's strange eyes were another weapon in the arsenal the others used to hurt the poor child, saying that Shealyn's father must been a shadowspawn that raped her mother and got Shealyn on her, or that perhaps her mother was a dark friend that had willing given herself to a dark creature. Shealyn's grand parents also looked upon here as a source of shame for the family and at best tolerated her. Her mother's older brother, Padric, was the only one, who treated her with kindness and love, but she seldom saw him as he lived in a small village quite some distance from the family.

Then came a day, when she was ten years old, that was both a horror and a blessing for Shealyn. A girl at the school she attended took it upon herself to taunt and terrorize Shealyn all that day, saying the most horrible things about Shealyn and her mother, and pushing her, as the other children stood around them and laughed and egged it on. Shealyn normally took it as well as she could but, sometimes when the other kids were especially harsh she would run off in tears only fueling their desire to demoralize her. But that day something different happened, Shealyn snapped and tackled the offender to the ground and pummeled the girl with her fists. It had not gone on long when the other children pulled her off and beat her unconscious for daring to stand up for herself. Shealyn awoke in her own home to the sound of her mother crying, only to discover her mother was not shedding tears for her but instead was crying because her own parents were berating her for the evil child she had spawned. Shealyn could her grandparents tell her mother that the child was a punishment put upon her by the creator for her sin and disgrace, that even now the town council was considering caning the girl for her actions and who could blame them, they said. In the end the council was appeased when the family decided to send Shealyn to live with her Uncle Padric and his wife. And finally her life began to be that of a normal child.

Her Uncle Padric and his wife Rhyane were unable to have children and welcomed the girl with open arms and open hearts. Shealyn learned many things from her uncle and aunt. From her uncle she learned how to track and hunt using snares, slings and a bow, he also taught how to make a fire and a lean-to, and many things needed to survive in the wilderness, such as what berries, mushrooms and roots were edible. From her aunt she learned the binding of wounds and herbal remedies, but could never stitch anything but a wound, and the only cooking her ever mastered was how to make a tasty hearty stew. All-in-all her years with her aunt and uncle were blissful, and Shealyn felt loved and secure for the first time in her life.

But eight years later Shealyn's happy life come crashing down, when a group of White Cloaks,and a scrawny ugly man with a ruby capped dagger came through their district headed for some place called the Two Rivers. She had went to town with her uncle trying to find some greatly needed vegtables during the unnaturally long hot draught, when a group the White Cloaks spotted her and her uncommon eyes and began enquiring about her and her family. They were loners for the most part kept to themselves but were helpful and kind to those in need, and they are not native, but from a middling sized town a good ways off, were the things most often spoke of them. For the Children that was enough. They began to suggest and ensinuate the possiblity that maybe they were a family of dark friends come to spy and sabatoge the decent people of this town. The next morning the Donals awoke to find the Dragon Fang scrawled on their door. After that things began to escalate. Rocks were thrown through the windows, sheep were killed, hateful words and threats were shouted at the house, and finally an angery mob led by WCs come at the house. Shealyn, Uncle Padric and Aunt Rhyan quickly packed what provisions they could and crept from the back of the house to make an escape when they were spotted and persued. They split up to make escape easier and were to meet up later at a lightening struck oak deep in the woods. Shealyn moved through the woods with stealth and found a tree to climb and from there watched her persuers blunder around in the dark. She must have dozed at some point coming to as rose stained the horizon hearlding the rising sun. After assuring herself noone was around Shealyn came down from her tree and made her way to the meeting place. But upon nearing the location she had a gut feeling that something was wrong, and inched closer in total silence. She looked around a large tree to see the oak surrounded by villagers and WCs, and to see her aunt and uncle hanging from it's branches. She bit her lip until it bled to keep herself from crying out and silently made her way from the scene. That was some six months ago.

Lately she has heard rumors of a group of soliders, who were led by an Andorian, the Band of the Red Hand. They followed the Dragon Reborn, who too was a fellow Andorian. All the world had gone wild around her and she wanted to be where she felt at home again, and could put her budding skill with a bow to good use. Shealyn set out to find them.

Young Jain Dragorn, named for his father's favorite hero of long gone Maliker, eyed the fabled Golden Crane Banner still astonished that it once again flew in defiance of the Shadow. Jain was one of many of Malkeri blood, who where scattered thoughout the Borderlands, and there were many more than most people ever suspected.

The Malikeri had blended into their adoptive countries and taken on their customs. Most men had given up the wearing of the hadori, and one no longer saw a woman with the ki'san painted between her brows. Yet families still told their children stories about the bravery and valor of the men of Maliker and of the loyalty and strength of her women. Parents also encouraged the children to marry into other Malikeri families so that noble blood would continue into the future. All boys were taught the use of weapons to keep them strong.

All knew of the uncrowned king al'Lan Mandragoron, and his pledge to dedicated his life avenging the death of the once beautiful Maliker of the lakes. It was the hope that one day the Gold Crane Banner would once again ride the breeze and lead them forth against the Shadow. But it had appeared as if that day would never come.

Then came the day a strikingly pretty woman with her hair braided in one long thick braid suddenly appeared in the Shinerian town where Jain's family lived. She was dressed in a well made dress of blue trimmed with green and it was of silk, something almost unheard of in their rural town, but the most astonishing thing about her appearence was the red ki'san painted between her brows. This mysteriuos woman was searching for those of Malikeri blood, she even came to Jain's own house and met with his family. The woman showed Jain's father and mother a large gold ring she wore on a chain around her neck and asked if they knew what it was.

"Aye",his father had answered,"this is the ring of the royal line of Maliker. What do you with it?"

They mystery lady looked Jain's father levelly in the eyes and said, "This is a token that you may know my words are true. The king has taken up his crown, the Golden Crane flies again, and you must make ready. Tell all of our people you can find they must be ready to ride for they will ride with their king and they will win back our home." The woman then disappeared from their town just as suddenly as she had appeared. And by the end of the day, Jain and his father both wore the hadori as did his sisters' husbands, and his mother and his sisters all bore the red ki'san.

That night all the men readied themselves to leave at first light headed for Fal Dora to meet with their king. First they passed the news to those Malikeri who lived on remote farms around their town, and all they told followed them.

As they made their way they meet up with other groups of Malikeri headed to Fal Dora. All spoke of a small pretty woman bearing the Maliker ring and wearing the ki'san, who appeared and diappeared suddenly. And all of the men now wore the hadori. They traveled swiftly and made Fal Dora the day before their king, and they greeted him well.

They made their way to Shayol Ghul to aid the Dragon Reborn in his battle against the forces of the Dark. Their journey took them through what had been the once proud and beautiful homeland, and many of the older men shed tears as they gazed upon the Broken Towers and the now defiled chain of lakes. The Shadow must pay for what it had done, and they would give their last drop of their blood to make it so.

Jain thought of those things as he sat his horse and watched the Golden Crane fly on the breeze. Up there close to that banner, road his king and the woman who had first told them to ride out to their king. Jain now knew her to be al'Lan Mandragorons queen and an Aes Sedi. Jain checked himself, his mind was beginning to ramble, trying to think of anything except the carnage all knew would too soon be coming.The light perserve us and the Creator shelter us, Jain frevently prayed.

OOC: this is the first time I have ever tried anything like this. tell me how I can improve, gently please

Thought I'd stop by and say HI :D to Corki, and say thanks for the advice. As of yet I have not acquired ava or sig(as You can see) but have made a request.

What's up with all the orgs? And what kind of duties are supposed to be performed?