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Jenna al'Majere Profile: I'm a tall girl with mid-back length hair and it has red streaks in it. I am very sopontanious and my emotions control my actions more often then not. My eyes are of such a deep blue that you would think them black. I'm generally a good person but enjoys many michevious things such as pranks. I enjoy arching my eyebrow at people because most can't do it. I have a small scar along the side of my face from protecting my brother. Biography: I was born on Midsummers day to my parents Chris al'Majere and Nancy al'Majere. My brother followed 3 years later. When I grew up things started to get strange. My chores never seemed to take as long and many a time I was switched for putting things off until the last minute. My father died in a hunting accident but I never believed in the tale. In truth as my mother got tired of telling me over and over again the lie told me the truth that he had been murdered. Then some how the bloody person who murdered my father also murdered my mother. I was 6 at the time. My brother was 3. Afraid that he would be taken from me, I did all the chores that I should have anyway and more. I washed and changed the little rascal and all he remembers of mother is her smiling face as he played happily in the yard. I dared not say anything to any one else. I was forced to lie to people who came to see my mother. I had to tell them she wasn't feeling well. And that's when things brightened. But just a little. The village Wisdom came to see mother and knew right away that she was not there. I was forced to stand and apoligize to the whole town about how I had lied to all of them. By this time I was 15. My brother had become harder to manage. I could no longer aford to keep the house. I would sooner die then leave my brother by himself. He was all I had left. One day though he got himself into a fight he couldn't win. He was allways doing that because he knew I would protect him. The fight was with a guy 3 times the size I was and even I had not challenged him. It was romoured that the last person to fight him had died of serious wounds. I did defeat him but not without coming out with the scar. My bloody woolhead of a brother was laughing so hard at teh other person I slapped him so hard his head spun. I was furious at my flaming brother and I believe that was when my block went up. I switched him so hard I didn't even realize that I was doing it. It was then that one of the ladies came up and I didn't have a choice in the matter she made me stop. Before I knew what was happening she had sent me off to the Grey Tower and along with my brother we arrived here.
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