From The Grey Tower Library
|Nationality:||Shienaran (Fal Dara)|
|Rank:||First Seeker (Oathsworn) of the Indigo Ajah|
|Bondmate(s):|| Emmond Salere (former) |
Ravak Darrow (former)
|Talents / Abilities:|
|Affinities:||Air, Spirit, Water, Fire, Earth|
- Twin sister to Ravak Darrow. Although the siblings look nothing alike, everyone knows they are related.
- A savant in the fields of creating and researching ter'angreal.
- She is the Supreme Leader of the Black Ajah, known by the name Deyeniye.
- Can perfectly mimic any number of accents, although this skill is not public knowledge.
Height: 5' 7"
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Red
Distinguishing Features: Elia's right arm is blackened and withered up to her shoulder. She almost never uses it, leaving it to hang limply or placing it in a sling.
Elia Darrow is a traditional Aes Sedai in a number of facets. She has a quiet and stern exterior in public, leaving novices and Accepted with the strong impression that they would dislike getting caught and reprimanded by her. Fortunately for them, Elia has little interest in ensuring that the learning ranks behave as they ought to. Privately, Elia is a different woman entirely. Years as the Head of the Black Ajah have destroyed her personal relationships, leaving her lonely and depressed.
She is inward-looking after the attack that left her right arm withered. Despite her prominence within the Tower hierarchy, she has little interest in playing Daes Dae'mar with her fellow Aes Sedai and Asha'man. So long as she is unaffected by the other machinations taking place within the Tower walls, then she is happy to stay put.
This is different when it comes to the Black Ajah. In her role as Supreme Leader, she has achieved an iron grip of control, after disposing of a number of prominent threats to her position. The only one that remains within the Ajah, Murdock Mather, is also her closest ally against the external threats that are baring down on Hama Valon. Elia knows that another Shadow-sworn threat is on the horizon and she is looking for an solution to that threat, even if it only saves her own life.
Before she fell to the Shadow, Elia was a bright, friendly and warm soul. Her oaths to the Dark One have mostly vanquished her previous personality, but a small piece of her still yearns to be freed from her oaths in order to return to the Light.
The rooms in the keep of Fal Dara were far larger and grander than she was used to, with exquisitely-woven tapestries covering two of the walls. Despite the finery of the decorations, it was the other woman in the room that fascinated Elia. Mirrelle Sedai was a few inches shorter than Elia, but in a fine Cairhienin dress of dark green slashed with cream, and with that ageless face, she easily overshadowed the Sheinaran.
"Tell me again, child. About the sickness." Mirrelle tone was regal and commanding, precisely what Elia had anticipated an Aes Sedai may sound like. Elia freely repeated the story she had told before. When she was younger, maybe thirteen or so, she had fallen into a fever for a few days that broke as quickly as it had come. This was shortly after her brother, Rav, had been bedridden himself, although their illnesses were unconnected. Rav had suffered from an affliction that had turned his skin blotchy, made him sensitive to light, and he had shivered uncontrollably despite the blankets piled upon him. Elia had a fever, burning hot yet shivering all the same. She had been drowsy, sleeping throughout both day and night. Rav had been wide awake and wailing softly, day or night. Completely unrelated, but she spoke of both illnesses. If the Aes Sedai asked, that was a good enough reason to answer.
Elia was getting used to Mirrelle Sedai nodding, without explaining anything she knew or understood. Somehow this illness, both illnesses, were connected to how she had the spark. Had the spark! It was wondrous, that knowledge, that she could be taught to channel. She could become an Aes Sedai, if she applied herself, according to Mirrelle. That thought had bubbled throughout her mind since she had learned about it. At the very least, she could be taught to control the One Power.
"Well, it's time we left, child," Mirrelle said as she rose from her chair.
Elia blinked in surprise for a moment. "We've leaving just now, Mirrelle Sedai?"
The Aes Sedai nodded slightly. "Yes. You've already packed your things, as I instructed? Good. Then yes, we will leave immediately. Gather your things."
Elia's heart jumped in her chest. She was leaving immediately, now! When she had left the house this morning for the keep, even with supplies packed, she never thought she wouldn't get to say a proper goodbye. "Please, Mirrelle Sedai, can I not say farewell to my parents first?"
Somehow, in spite of the difference in height, Mirrelle peered down her nose at Elia. "Child, you should have done that this morning. Come now, no dawdling." Resigned inside, but refusing to let despair mar her features, Elia followed Mirrelle out of the room. She had no idea when she would be back, but at the very least, her parents would know where one of their children was. I'm going to be a Novice of the White Tower!
- The Mark Has Been Made
- The Frail
- The Fragile
- Just Like You Imagined
- Rolling the Dice
- Her Rightful Place
- Aes Sedai
|Taskill Darrow||Mitsuko Masaki||Ketash Masaki (†)|
|Elia Darrow||Sinead||Ravak Darrow||Mirin Ronaile (†)|
† - Deceased
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