Name: Shalla Menthe
Age: 17
Nationality: Andor
Height: 5'7
Weight: 103
Hair color/length: Dark brown, very long and thick
Eye color: Brown
Personality: Once able to push away sorrow, Shalla is very cunning, able to manipulate most to her purposes using persuasion. She is a strong willed person, filled with determination.

-Strengths:
Loves to learn; only has to be taught something once
Knows how to deal with whatever position she finds herself in
Able to manipulate others to her own ends
Intellegent

-Weaknesses:
Never able to step down
Pridefull in herself
Will do anything to better her situation
Distrustfull
Uses others
Very curious, pokes her nose where she doesn't belong

Overall strength in the One Power: Below Average
Strength per element-
Earth: 3/10 (Very Weak)
Fire: 4/10 (Weak)
Spirit: 5/10 (Weak/ Average)
Water: 5/10 (Weak/ Average)
Air: 6/10 (Average)
Talents:
Major- Inverting
Minor- Concealment, Reading Residues

History:
The novice sighed to herself, glaring down at the bit of paper she had been given. It was hardly enough, so she pulled a sheet of the fine paper she had 'borrowed' from the library out from under her pillow, grinning to herself as she did so. These Aes Sedai didn't seem to realize how resourcefull even a meager novice could be. Nodding to herself as she uncorked the little bottle of ink, she dipped the nib of her feather into the jetty liquid, frowning as she wished for a proper still nibbed pen. Grumbling under her breath, she carefully lowered the nib down to meet her stolen page, forehead wrinkled in thought.

Dear Adventh,
So much has happened in the last few days, my dear twin. I have found myself at the White Tower in Tar Valon, a strange place for such as I to be, but, none the less, you can now call me 'Shalla Menthe, Novice of the White Tower'. As you can now see, brother, strange things have happened in the last week. I will begin at the begining, for our past ties into my future, however strange it may be for me to write the story of our lives.

We were born to a noble man, and a peasant woman. We have never meet our true mother, as you know well, but were placed in the capable hands of our father's wife, Farimha, and our dear wetnurse. Life was pleasant and easy in those years, even if our father, Jelrous, was only a minor noble of a minor house of Andor. Our true mother was never kept a secret from us, and we hardly bothered ourselves with thought of her. We were never even given her name, only the knowledge that she had been taken to a farm to work for honest pay. It should have bothered us then that we were never allowed to even learn her name, but we were young.

Our lives have been so very simple, if you look back on it. We were born, we grew up... And that is all. Yet, when you think hard enough on our past, there are a few unexplained events, from you almost refusing to be father's heir, to me and my swordwork. And when you dig deep enough into the forgotten, even more is found. This history is being writen for only one purpose, my brother. To unearth these hidden memories, and by doing so give you an acurate reason of why I have found myself on the path to becoming an Aes Sedai, of an Ajah that I have not yet chosen, as I have lived in Tar Valon for only a three weeks.

Ah.. When we were both of thirteen summers, remember how I somehow persuaded father to let me join you in your sword training? I thought only that if you enjoyed such a thing that I would love it as well. Jelrous, of course, gave into my pleeding.. It was then that I learned I hated sharp weapons in general. Yet, I wouldn't let myself back down, even when I did admit to you that I prefered the weapon of my words and toungue far more than tools of steel. However, I couldn't let myself back down in front of the weaponsmaster, admit to him that he was right, and I hated the battle of steel. You, I believe, were my savior here. You told father that the weaponsmaster was insulting me by saying I would never have any skill at the sport, though the fact of the man insulting me in any way was pure untruth. But before I even realized what was happening, we had a new weaponsmaster, and I was free to back down without anyone noticing. I did, but I still haven't lost the anger I had when I learned that you had father kick that weaponsmaster off the estate for me. The poor man! The only thing he said was that I wouldn't like the sport of fencing.. And it was only the truth.

I put on mighty tantrums before you on that matter, did I not? Such flashes of anger mixed with a tad of hatred.. and light. Little explosions, but in my anger, I thought nothing of it. Yet I remind you of it now. I belive that this was the first time I ever channeled, the very first time I touched the Source. And at the tender age of thirteen! Anger seemed to give me the skill to channel then, but the Aes Sedai here have assured me that I have no block, and will be able to channel freely.

Now that I think back, I remember other instances where this strange side of me shown out. Such as the time we both were fifteen and exploring, a little after you were made father's heir? It was the day after we were trying out that new filly of mine that I was rediculously proud of? I do pride myself in being a fine horsewoman, likely mainly because of that rebelous bay stallion that you always let me ride for no reason but wanting to annoy father with a little threat to my life. If I remember correctly, it was the month where our adoptive mother gave you a new falcon. We went to the old ruins near the forest, and stupidly, like the young idiots we were two summers ago, decided to venture in, though neither of us had remembered to bring a lantern. We got ourselves lost in the twisting passageways, and the sun had long ago given way to a gentle darkness.

You tripped on that ancient candle, and spent a bit of time attempting to light the wick before handing the thing over to me in frusteration. Somehow I lighted the candle, and we were able to find our way back to the horses. I have never forgotten how father yelled when we got back to the manor..

To tie this information in with the mention of our true mother, I will tentitivly say that, perhaps, she could channel. Mayhap she had the spark. Of course, it might not have been passed down from our unnamed mother. If you would ablige me, please ask father for her name. If he so gives it, track her down. It is the one mystery in our lives, and I wish dearly to solve it.

Now that my channeling has been explained to you, I will tell you the story of how I found my name inscribed inside the novice book. You do remember how I begged for father to let me travel? It was our dear adoptive mother that put in the last word, saying that my education would not be complete until I saw a bit of the world. Yet our father only agreed on the term that Farimha traveled with me.

I encountered an Aes Sedai on our way past Cairhien. Gerand Sedai of the White Ajah. She informed me that I could channel, and before I knew it, I was saying goodbye to Farimha, telling her to send my love to all of you. So I have found myself in Tar Valon, enrolled as a novice of the White Tower. It was as much of a suprise to me as it must be for you, for it was only a few days ago that I puzzled out the few times that I touched the Source before. Please tell father that I love him, and tell Farimha that I will visit as soon as I earn the title of Aes Sedai, as I so wish to.

With all my love,
Shalla Menthe
Novice of the White Tower

Shalla glanced over the text, and gave herself a small smile. Oh, Adventh would take this as a mighty suprise, for it was not possible for Farimha to have gotten home to the estate in Andor yet. To be on the path of Aes Sedai... Both she and her brother had often played at being a soldier and a novice, coming up with odd ideas of what they would do, should they be able to channel. Yet now it was a truth. Standing up, Shalla carefully sealed the letter, and set it aside to send in a few days, knowing well that she might have to use strange means to get the letter to her family.

All finished... I'd love some help with this one. I do hope that the letter format will work.. :)

Wow! Great job on the bio! I like your original approach of writing the letter!!!

Thanks! It took me an hour... Any suggestions?

Oh.. Just in cause your wondering:

Should I be raised to Accepted and/or Aes Sedai, I plan to include that history also in the form of letters to Shalla's twin, 'Adventh'.

Oh, I like it! The letter format is great, it gives a great view into her personality through something as possibly dry as history. Approved! :D

*pokes the other admins* :look

*points to his announcement* Any, aside from that, approved.