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You push open the door to a room to reveal a dark, mysterious atmosphere. Black curtains hang over the windows letting in only filthy gray light. A chill comes over you but it's not from lack of warmth. You jump straight out of your skin as a woman approches you and places her hand on your shoulder. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair frames her face, and is all that shows in the darkness besides her brown eyes which catch the faint sunlight. She is tall, and her long limbs somewhat suprise you, besides the crescent star on her forehead. She eyes you curiously and you can see her brain turning over information as she looks at you. She doesn't look the brightest but far from thick headed. "Greetings Child, I am Ellainea Muiros, Keeper of the Chronicles and Sister of the Red Ajah." Her voice is charismatic, and seems to ring in your ears. "Sit child." She sits down across from you and lights a candle, casting soft shadows around the room, and on her face. "I grew up in a happy household with my family, for most of my life. My parents died when I was 13, and I was forced onto the streets along with my little brother, Jaelyen, who was 2 at the time. A few months after my parents' death, I was forced to sell my body to get enough money to support my brother and myself. When I was just over 13, my brother was trampled by horses and killed, and I was worse off than before, having sunk to prostitution only to feed someone that would live a few months more. I dipped in and out of depression after my brother's passing, but continued to work at various inns and taverns for money, sometimes managing to sleep in stables. Out of hate for the Light and having recieved nothing but hate since I was 13, I turned to the Dark. When I was 16, I was hired as a maid for a noble house, and served the family faithfully, not wanting to return to the streets where my life had come undone. Because of the job I'd had previously, I was always very wary and cautious of males, and they often frightened me, however manipulative and charismatic I may be. A few of the other servitors had heard tell of me before, and tried to pay me for a night, but I angrily refused them all, disgusted, but mostly with myself. After my refusal, they sometimes would beat me, but I stood my ground, not being won over. When I was 17, she was found by an Aes Sedai passing through the village, and was brought to Tar Valon with the inborn Spark, to learn to channel properly. I was Raised to the Red Ajah when was 33, (And also the Black Ajah) and then to Keeper for Kairina Sedai, the Amyrlin Seat, when I was 39." Suddenly a man burst through the door. "Ellainea...the Amyrlin requires your presence!" Ellainea stands ane moves toward the man in a flirtatous manner that catches his eye. But as she looks back at you, you see a manipulative glimmer come to her. "Excuse me child, it seems I am needed." She brushes up against the man still standing at the door and you cannot help but laugh under your breath.