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Name: Dalaine Telaisien
Age: 66
Nationality: Amadician
Rank in society: Commoner
Hair Colour: Long, pale blonde
Eye Colour: Pale blue
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 120 - slim build
Strength in the Power: Strong
Air: medium Water: weak Spirit: very strong Fire: strong Earth: medium
Talents: Travelling, Cloud Dancing & Mirror of Mists
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History: Dalaine lived on a farm with her brothers and sisters, on the outskirts of a village. She lead a fairly happy life, playing with the other children from the village. Her parents worked hard but treated her properly, her Mother taught her to read and the young Dalaine read anything she could get her hands on. Fairly soon her Father realised how quick her mind was and set her to helping him with the farm accounts. She often travelled into town with him when he took the Farm's harvest in to sell.
Her life continued in this vein until she reached the age of 16, she'd gone along to the village dance. She wasn't greatly interested in boys, most of the time they pulled her hair and she ignored them. This time though, one of the village boys persisted in asking her for a dance. She wasn't interested and continually said no, but he wouldn't accept it and so she'd lost her temper and told him in front of everyone, that she never wanted to dance with him, not if he was the last boy in Amadicia. She'd gone outside for some fresh air, the boy had followed her with a group of his friends, taunting her. They'd started pushing her, she'd panicked and something had happened. The boy ran from her screaming about witches, his left arm on fire. She'd stared in shock, the accusing stares on peoples faces plain to see. She turned and ran, ran as fast as she could back to her home.
Her parents were there as she ran inside the house. She quickly told them what had happened to be faced with their horrified expressions. Her Mother called her a witch and her Father had grabbed her, throwing her out of the house. She'd banged on the doors till her hands were bleeding, to no avail, they wouldn't let her back in. Her eldest brother had shouted down at her to "Go away, go where all the other witches are". She'd run at that point, run to the stables, saddled one of the horses and left her home, terrified that the Whitecloaks would catch up with her. She was well aware what they did to the "Tar Valon Witches". She rode as fast as she could, stopping only to rest her horse, eating what she could from foraging. She had no idea how long she rode for. She arrived at the gates of Tar Valon, her clothes in ruins, and when they lifted her from the back of the shaking horse, they had to pry her hands from the reins. She'd held onto them so tightly that there were red grooves in the palms of her hands.
She spent the next 9 years as a Novice, her passion for learning and her thirst for knowledge helping her in her studies. Her only thought, the one that sustained her was that she'd prove to people that she was no witch, that she was just the same as everyone else, she just had a gift. She was summoned for her Accepted Test, but the first time, her nerves got the better of her and she refused it. She studied even harder then and the second time she was brought forward, she passed through the Arches and passed her Test. The studying from then on was hard and intense, but like before she worked hard, and after another 15 years, she was Raised to the Shawl and to the surprise of the Browns, who'd felt certain with her passion for knowledge she'd have chosen them, she turned to the Blue Ajah. She'd not told anyone, she wanted to go back to Amadicia, to attempt to bring the knowledge she'd learnt, that the women of Tar Valon were not witches, they were simply people, standing for the Light. That was her cause and she spent long periods of time away from the Tower, doing what she could. After a number of years she was called to serve her Ajah as a Sitter, which she did proudly. She found serving as a Sitter rewarding and was happy, but Dalaine was frankly stunned when on the death of the First Selector, she was voted for amongst her Sisters and raised to the Head of the Blue Ajah. She continues to serve her Ajah with pride, overseeing the network of Eyes and Ears, still with a careful eye on Amadicia.
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