Age: Based on the trajectory of the Sun and the Moon... None of your business!!
Gender: Female
Nationality: Malkieri
Place of birth: Unknown
Home City: Fal Dara
Skills: Field Nursing, Common Sense.
Physical Description:
Of average height with long wavey dirty blonde hair, the sides pulled back at her temples and woven into braids creating a cascade down the back. Crystalline blue eyes and sun kissed skin gleam with an air of thought and intrigue behind them. Normally some shade of blue is about her person. Slim and toned, she could be just as at home wielding an axe and shield as she could stirring stew on a hearth. (Viking inspired)
Background:
No one knows to which family she belongs to, or where she may have come from. Left as a baby swaddled in a brown blanket on the doorstep of a young Malkieri couple one fateful morning in Fal Dara, she was raised as one of their own. Growing up she had four fool hardy brothers all signing up to protect the keep, and two sisters. One sister was taken young by break bone fever, the other married off to a farmer. Her early days were spent among a small group of Malkieri people, being raised by the community along with her parents. She was taught in the ways of the seven towers and stays loyal to them still.
She received the Ki’sain on her 17th name day, younger than some after demonstrating her nurturing abilities helping to care for those younger than herself. She could often be found with the older women watching them work and mix up healing balms to “Patch up the holes” in those who made it back from the gap, or the trips into the blight. Rumor was, that one or two of these women could channel, and she may have attempted to learn who, and how at one time. Listening to the wind was a concept that consumed her, she spent every moment she had to herself trying to hear it, but only received back sounds of swirling air.
Like most Malkieri, she is civil to Aes Sedai, yet the mistrust in them for not aiding the kingdom before its fall still hits home for most who listened to the older men and women speak. For now, she practices what she learned supporting the people of Fal Dara and hoping for the day the Golden Crane flies again. Perhaps by that day she will listen to the wind, and it will help her aid her people in retaking the seven towers.