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Fayve Vanara
Profile: Bearing an extremely small frame, most people's first impression of Fayve would be a pushover, but they are sorely mistaken. Growing up in the country of Illian, her thick accent isn't the only thing she learnt from living near the Sea of Storms. Bright blue eyes add to her innocence as her loosly curled caramel colored hair falls freely down her back, as she is far too used to the wind to care about getting her hair knotted. Furthermore, due to this nature, you'd think that Fayve would be hardly one to be vain, but ever-so-full of surprises, one of her favourite passtimes would be full of the creatures known as men. Due to this fact, Fayve is more then eager to get into the Green Ajah once she becomes an Aes Sedai. Biography: Fayve sat impatiently, her bottom growing more and more sore as time passed. The bench supporting her hardly classified as a seat in her opinion, while small needles of pine shot up, eager to cause her more unneccisary pain. A sharp bump made her inhale sharply as she nearly lept off the seat inside of her carriage. She would have much rather been on the boat that carried her to part of the way to where her destination was, but that was an easy choice. She was now in a place known as Elman's Creek. Fayve had never been here before, but she knew that her journey wasn't quite complete once the carriage stopped. The driver had told her that he could only bring her to the base of where the Grey Tower stood, but he refused to go any closer. Whether the man was superstitious, or he had reason to be worried didn't phase her. "What a way t' treat a beauty..." she sighed, rolling her eyes in frusturation. Back at home, she would have never been treated like this. Boys jumped at the chance to help her, any chance that they got. Instead of complaining further, Fayve focused on smoothing out her long silk dress while sitting. She was excited to arrive at the Grey Tower, even though it wasn't so glamorous as she had imagined at the moment. The very moment that she had heard about becoming what were called Aes Sedai, she wanted to learn how to channel. There was no guarentee that she could do it, but her mother had always told her never to shy away from dreams, and so she had encouraged her that once she was old enough (18), that she could make her way to train. Time passed. Minutes, hours, it all felt the same as the wheels hit rocks, and sudden stops gave her near whip-lash, but eventually the carriage came to a full stop. A small door opened to her left, admitting a tall, scrawny male who had been driving the carriage. He had a bored expression covering his face, his mousy hair covered in dirt and in need of a cut that it almost blocked his eyes. "We're here m'am". He grinned sheepishly as Fayve stuck a silver coin into his grimy hands, giving him a simple nod and smile. She knew now that it wasn't worth pulling out her charm on people like this. People who were only interested in her money. Her blue eyes evaluated the scene before her. A great tower rose in the distance, and she swallowed as a reaction to it's massive size. The Grey Tower. She had heard plenty about it, but she had never fully realised how big and dangerous it was. There were people in there that could kill her without a moments notice, and that did not set her at ease one bit. Fayve took in a deep breath before exhaling slowly, beginning her approach to the gates of the tower. A mixture of excitement and worry built up inside of her, and she wasn't sure which one was dominant. She did know that she'd find out soon enough.
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