Full name: Perenelle Flamel
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Nationality: Technically Illian
Place of birth: Travelling Merchant's wagon, outside a little town at the edge of Illian territory
House: None, commoner by birth
Title: Fledgling Novice
Current Residence: Tar Valon
Education: White Tower
Book of Novices enrollment: Year NE1579 (July 23, 2024)
Physical Attributes
Perenelle stands at a height of 5 feet,1 inch, with an athletic physique earned from growing travelling with her parents as itinerant merchants, helping to load and setup their stalls for townsfolk and minor nobles to peruse. Deep blue eyes show her moods quite easily, though she is often joyful and happy. Her long, wavy honey blonde hair falls loosely to the middle of her back.
Channeler Attributes
Element Affinity: Water, though Earth and Air are close seconds
Talent: Cloud Dancing
Relationships
Spouse: Never married
Father: Nicholas Flamel, travelling merchant, still trying to get her to give up this fool notion of being in the White Tower.
Mother: Verasia Flamel, killed in a bandit holdup gone very wrong.
Siblings: None
Children: None
Mentors: None as yet, given the fact she's still getting used to the Tower
Relationships with other characters:
- Accepted Amarea Helsen - Mentor and perhaps friend
- Gaidin Apprentice Garrick Azereos - Friend
- Cidu, Shienaran Lancer - Friend
Combat Skills
Proficient with staves
Background
Born outside of an unnamed town while her parents were plying their trade, she grew up with the whole world, as she knew it, as her home. Learning first hand lessons such a life can bring: reading, writing, sums, how to haggle and evaluate what people can afford. Also the dangers with it: hazards, foul weather, bandits and scoflaws, paying tolls and bribes. Having to help out even when young to carry things, setup and keep an eye out for petty theft. Still she felt it was a grand life and one she'd not give up easily.
Even the loss of her mother, at the age of 8, didn't really dim her view of what her life would be after the grieving was over. Life was hard but generally if one kept one's wits, more than able to provide. Her father eventually settled on another merchant family's son as a suitable husband and started the long negotiations for matrimony, hoping to keep her safe by marrying into a stationary and secure place in the city of Caemlyn.
She wasn't sure of this plan and decided to roam a bit more, on her own with various letters of credit and hoping to see more of the world. Not exactly running away but enjoying perhaps her last gasp of freedom. It wasn't long into the journey when odd things began to happen around her, cold weather, condensed chilly fog and rain far more often than should be. When accosted, those she'd fight back against in hopes of driving them off would seem shaken and chilled to the bone, fighting less effectively.
It was during a raid upon Tar Valon by Trollocs when many came to its defense and she fell in with a group led by Cidu, she found out it might be a bit more than coincidence. When one of the foul creatures came at her with an axe and she fell back with her sturdy staff broken, hands up to ward off the coming blow, ice formed and shot out at the creature. Shaken by the experience, she headed back towards Andor and her father.
Fate however wasn't exactly going to let that happen, upon the Caemlyn road, she stumbled upon an Aes Sedai and some of her charges, Accepted as she would learn, fighting against a male channeler. Focusing on what she had felt before, she managed to make the ice again, flinging it at the man and helping to chase him off, much to Isela Aes Sedai's consternation. Dragged in tow, back to Tar Valon and faster than she could imagine, entered into the books and draped in a white dress.