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Aila ti'Ahlan
Profile: Aila, while not exactly petit, is not quite as tall as most of the people she knows, standing at just under 5’4. She has soft sea-green eyes that are often warm and relaxed, giving the impression that she is laid-back. Her hair is long and smooth, reach almost halfway-down her back, and is a red-orange colour, like autumn leaves, though at times when the sun hits it just right, it looks golden-orange. She’s built up the muscles in her body from constant work on the farm she was raised on, and isn’t opposed to doing a little extra work when it’s need, and sometimes even when it isn’t, having been raised believing that nothing was ever completely clean, or perfectly kept. Another thing about her is her love of learning. Even as a child, she was determined to learn everything long before she was ready (it got her into trouble on more then one occasion). She also has no problem bending rules, if she thinks the cause is justified, or if she thinks the rule is pointless. One final not is that Aila rarely hides anything she feels. If she’s excited or sad or angry, it’ll show on her face, and often in her actions. This tendency also got her into trouble a lot, because she was forever telling her family exactly how she felt, never holding anything back. Biography: Aila was raised for the first thirteen years of her life, contentedly, as a sheep farmer, like her four brothers were. Her family lived on a farm about a day out of Caemlyn, where they raised sheep and grew crops to sell and make their own food from. But as soon as Aila reached her teenage years, she began longing for something more then the simple life she’d been raised in. She dreamed of leaving the farm when she was old enough, of going on some adventure or another. Most of them ending with her finding the love of her life and settling down in some distant region. At the age of fifteen, on one of the weekly trips into Caemlyn she made with her two older brothers to replenish supplies, they encountered a group of bandits, who immediately took an interest in what the two young farmers had intended to sell, not to mention the girl travelling with them. When they attempted to attack the three travellers, Aila became panicked, and the next thing anyone knew, a strong wind picked up that very nearly knocked the bandits off their feet, yet seemed to leave Aila and her brother’s completely alone. This gave her brothers enough time to grab the few weapons they had (their father had been a soldier before an injury to his leg forced him into early retirement; he passed on what skills he could to his sons), and quickly dealt with the bandits while their sister sat in the wagon they travelled in, waiting for them to finish. A little over a week later, Aila found herself wandering the roads quite a distance from her family’s farm, feeling giddy and not quite in control of her own actions. It took her father and brothers until the next morning to find her, and by then she had recovered from her light-headed giddiness, and was feeling more then a little confused as to how she ended up falling asleep naked by a near-frozen stream. Over the next couple of months, strange things began happening whenever Aila became panicked or hurt, and each time, she would become giddy, unresponsive, and on occasion downright offensive. More then once she left the farm with no warning and had to be tracked down by her brothers (her father could barely walk around their house by then, let alone go traipsing off after her). When Aila was sixteen, the second floor of their house caught fire, trapping both Aila and her ten-year-old brother while the rest of their family watched from the yard as their house burned. Amazingly, as the fire reached her, as the first burn of the flames reached her skin, it was doused, turned to steam as if hit with a bucket-load of water, just enough for Aila to escape with her brother. They fled the house, much to relief of their parents. Her parents got their children packed into the wagon in less then five minutes and were on their way to Caemlyn with in the next minute. Not half an hour later, Aila began burning up with a severe fever. She burned the whole way to Caemlyn; her parents thought perhaps more had happened in the upstairs bedroom then had first appeared. They didn’t know how right they were. By the time they reached Caemlyn, the fever was gone, and she was up and helping her brother’s set up the room they rented at one of the inns of Caemlyn. None of them could figure out what had cased the fever, nor how it had passed so quickly. All they could do was be relieved that it had passed. What occurred over the next four years has little to do with her life now. What is important is that during that time, whenever she was physically in pain, things would happen. Most often, things would begin moving rapidly through the air, only to fall to the floor moments later. No one ever seemed to tie these events to Aila. Except for Aila herself. It didn’t take her long to realize she was somehow causing these things to move, and that it only happened when she was in pain. Her family stayed in Caemlyn. Her mother got a job at the inn, her older brother’s joined the Andoran Army, and her father settled down in a small house where Aila and her younger brother took care of him. Until the day an Aes Sedai visited the inn while Aila was visiting her mother. The Aes Sedai almost immediately sensed the spark in Aila. After much discussion with her parents, the Aes Sedai managed to convince them that Aila would need training. She failed to mention that Aila would survive, mostly, even without training, due to her block. Aila, however, was thrilled with the idea; for six years she’d dreamed of being something more then a farmer. Now she was getting her chance. Additional Information: Due to the wilder block between Aila and the One Power, she is unable to channel the one power unless she is in physical pain. And it won’t work if the pain is self-inflicted
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