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Ilyana Mandorallen
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Name: Ilyana Mandorallen
Biography: Ilyana has waist-length, red-blonde hair that she keeps loose around her shoulders or half tied up in a strip of leather. She stands about 5'3", and has a slender figure, with a bodily weight of about 120 lbs. Her face is triangular and kind, with soft, vibrant pink lips and kind grey-blue eyes, with pale skin, the color of fresh cream. She is a young woman, and her body is beginning to show the curves and shape of one; she is curvy and a large bosom has become her. Her voice is light and musical, similar to the ringing of chimes or bells, and her laugh is just as musical. Due to her status of Novice in the Grey Tower, Ilyana wears the plain white dress of a Novice. Emotional Information: Ilyana is a quiet person, who always keeps her eyes lowered at those she does not know and therefore she doesn't trust. It is almost as if she follows Daes Dae'mar, although she never truly been the Cairheinin noble that she was born into. Ilyana is a healer at heart, and will do whatever possible to end the suffering of others. She is smart and opinionated, but is too quiet and withdrawn to voice them out to anyone other than her friends. Underneath the quiet exterior, Ilyana has a temper that is hard to break out, but once it does, it burns everyone in its path. Ilyana's parents had taught her to read, even though everyone in the village scorned them for teaching such a useless skill. She also learned how to horse-back ride, another deemed "inappropriate" skill for a young lady in her village. Ilyana has a wonderful sense of humor, one she is not afraid to share with her friends. She is known to others to be a quiet, but very likeable person. Ilyana Mandorallen 's biography is: During her somewhat normal childhood, Ilyana lived with friends of her family, who relocated to Deven Ride located in the region known as The Two Rivers in Andor. She was born in the White Tower to the Lady Larilyenne Mandorallen Sedai of Cairhein and the Lord Narath Shareed Gaidin of Malkier. Her biological parents were sent on a mission from the Tower and had to leave their beloved daughter to their family's friends. Ilyana grew up not knowing any of her past. In the Two Rivers, Ilyana grew up on a horse farm on the outskirts of Deven's Ride. Her surrogate mother Elaina Al'Lear and her father, Justynn Al'Lear taught her how to horseback ride, and Ilyana quickly excelled in that art. She lived with and shared chores with brothers, Abel and Elson, and sisters, Layila, Salia, Elquenie, and Gelician. Ilyana grew up with many friends, including Shasta Adan, her early childhood friend, and Bil D'Harm, her first love. The three played and were punished for many pranks that are still being mentioned today, almost twenty summers past. When Ilyana turned thirteen years old, she found an abandoned foal in the forest surrounding her home. The white colt had an unusual star, one in the likeness of a Dragon's Fang. The animal had been in a part the forest where the sun peeked through the canopy and among the moss, grew and expanse of golden roses, according to legend, grown by a lonely woman who had had her heart broken. Because of the legend, Ilyana decided to name him Ellisande or Rose of the Sun in the Old Tongue, a name which she found in one of the old dusty books in her family attic. Once Ilyana was fifteen, she was deemed old enough to braid her hair by the Women's Circle. Also that year, her friend Shasta was married off and Bil left with his brother's caravan to go to the Borderlands. Fortunately, his brother had pigeons and he was able to write back to Ilyana. One day, an ageless woman and a warrior-man visited Deven's Ride and spirited her off to the Grey Tower, thus beginning Ilyana's life within the Sister and Brotherhood of the Aes Sedai and Asha'man. Ilyana arrived at the Tower, stunned and confused after being told her past by Erowhinn Sedai, her mother's early friend since childhood. The Grey Tower was much different than what Ilyana had expected, located in the tiny village of Elman's Creek, it housed many of the most powerful and well-known channelers of the world. She was told by the Aes Sedai who had branched from the White Tower that her mother and father had apparently died from a poisoned Darkfriend knifeblade. All the new information was hard to retain for Ilyana, but she decided to restart her life in the Grey Tower, not as Ilyana Al'Lear, as she had known her whole life, but as Ilyana Mandorallen.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Spine of the World, blowing towards the east, down upon a little town known as Elman's Creek. The wind blew by the Aes Sedai and their male counterparts that populated the village and swirled around the erected Grey Tower. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. The night consumed her thoughts. At night is when a person dreamt of the horrors inflicted upon them, or they dreamt of the light, and of happiness in a place where they would never be hurt. Everyone could dream; it was almost as if there was a world of dreams. You couldn't physically touch this world, but it was there. Ilyana had had a reoccurring dream lately, a dream of her first encounter with the regal strangers of the true worldÉ The sun shone bright that day. Ilyana remembered the light, if nothing else. She remembered the woman with a face that didn't show the signs of the age and wisdom she truly had. The man with her had been frightening as well, with his all-seeing, shifting eyes and a stance that most authors would have deemed military. People like these two had never been seen in the vincity of Deven Ride before, and their very appearance at the small village symboled something big, and important was yet to come. Ilyana had been fetching water for her family's six horses from a nearby creek when she first saw the pair. He had been watering their own horses while his female companion sat upon a boulder and studied a letter. Ilyana knew they must be important and high-classed. Their horses were beautiful and regal themselves, with long, flowing manes and tails held up like flags, intelligent eyes alert and heads held high, ears pricked."Erowhinn, what does it say?" the man asked in a deep voice that made Ilyana jump. She knew he had a voice, everyone had a voice, but his was beautiful, almost a low sing-song. Ilyana leaned in, transfixed in the beauty of the mans' voice. "I don't understand the wording," Her voice was beautiful as well, as high-pitched as a voice could be without being whiny. A well matched pair, they moved the same, almost talked the same, as if they had some sort of bond, "Something to do about a farm and good crops butÉ The light was blinding to Ilyana's eyes, it burned her vision and she cried out and flung a hand up to protect her grey eyes. Falling, that was another motif of this reoccurring dream, it scared her. Falling was her biggest fear, and she was falling into the light. Strong hands gripped her shoulders as the ground faded away beneath her feet. Blackout. A wet cloth cooled her burning forehead, but did not soothe her pounding headache or burning eyes. She attempted to sit up, and moaned at the vain attempt and the pain that racked her entire body. Ilyana slowly opened her burning eyes and looked around her room at Willow's Inn. Erowhinn Sedai was cooling off Ilyana's forehead, eyes darkened with anger, worry, andÉ fear? "Ilyana! You must stop trying to pull in too muchÉ You will burn yourself out before you are even entered in the Novice Book!" "I'm sorry Erowhinn Sedai, shall I try again?" "No girl. That is enough of working with saidar for today. We do not want you exhausted when we leave in the morning." Ilyana finally lifted herself out of the small bed and leaned over the edge. Her head ached and spun, just as if she had drank too much ale at Bel Tine, but a hundred times worse. She had planned to walk the city today, but she could hardly even stand with the pounding behind her eyes and in her temple. "Were you going out into the village today, Ilyana?" "No, Aes Sedai, I wish to stay here and read, if it is all right with you?" Ilyana bowed her head in deference. She was never an outgoing person, and with someone as high up and important as Erowhinn Sedai, her shy and quiet ways became even worse. The Aes Sedai nodded her head and left the small room, lightly closing the door as to not erupt the pain in Ilyana's head again. She smiled and walked towards the light chest that Braedan Gaidin carried in with all her belongings inside. She opened up the chest and cringed at the squeak of its rusty hinges. Never again. She thought. Never again will I be so foolish in pulling in more of the Power than I can useÉ The results are just too horrible and painful! Ilyana grabbed the first book she found, went back towards the bed to lie down once again. "Tar Valon" didn't seem as interesting now that Ilyana was at the infamous Grey Tower. Although in looks it couldn't compare, tha raw aura of Power that she felt radiate from it was amazing all in itself. It seemed all the mystery surrounding both Towers had dissipated. But it is gorgeous hereÉ ~ * ~ * ~* ~ Morning. The sun shone bright, and the town seemed more alive today than it had the day before. The Aes Sedai accompanying her had left her horses with some of the Tower's men and they walked into the grounds of the Aes Sedai and Asha'man.
The Grey Tower loomed in Ilyana's sight. It almost overshadowed the
city it looked upon with its regal beauty. And soon, it would be
Ilyana's home...
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