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Name: Adendra
Pronunciation: A-den-dra
Age: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Talents: Compulsion, Healing
Society: Shadow

Mental and Physical Description:
Physical: Beautiful! Long brown hair, honey colored eyes, and a body to kill. Mental: Hmmm...slightly crazy. Very angry person. Very sure of herself

Biography:
Few know my origins. Few are daft enough to ask them. The few who have known are either dead, my pets, or are the other Chosen. Who are they going to tell? Who would listen to a Chosen, besides the Master or another Chosen? Yet, perhaps it’s time to get my past out there, just so people know EXACTLY who they are dealing with.

My birthplace; dear Lord but was that a bloody long time ago. In fact, the place doesn’t even exist anymore. Funny, that. Every last person who lived in that hole was consumed with the city by the Blight, the blessed Blight. The name of the place isn’t important, in fact, I can’t remember it, but just know that it existed long, long ago. Oh, and my parents? Dead. Both of them. I killed them in fact. Well, I watched my mother be tortured and killed by another Chosen, then tortured and killed my father. Delicious training. All of my pets have done the same. It turns a person cold, unforgiving, and perhaps a little mad. All in the name of fun. Now you want to know my siblings? I have no siblings. The only ones I even remotely consider as my brothers and sisters are the other Chosen. They are all I need for siblings.

Ah, but I know what you want me to tell you the most. You want to know how and why I became a Chosen. Well, darling, the why is obvious. Ultimate power, immortality, torture and pain…what more could you ask for? Now how I got Chosen is a much better question. You see, sense I was born, I have had a natural…knack for the Source. I was strong, oh yes, very much so, but not as strong as I am now. What really made me dominant, stand out from the rest, was my random killing sprees. The flaming Tower still doesn’t know who killed all those Aes Sedai way back when. Fools. I had multiple methods of making those so-called women scream and beg, cry, hate, and yes, love me. In fact, if you look closely, you’ll see a few of them among my pets. Now isn’t that special?

The Master has told me multiple times that I am the best at torture when it comes to the Chosen. After all, I’ve had millenniums of practice. I can make people wish to die for weeks, and weeks, with hours of torture, but not one dies until I’m ready for them to. Of course, every Chosen knows how to torture, but none can keep them alive as long as I can. And guaranteed NONE relish in pain as much as I do. Oh yes, I have gone through exactly what I put my victims through, year after year, magnified to a level they could only dream of. It takes the Master to make me scream now, and trust me, many have tried. I even allow the other Chosen to take a stab at me now and again. It satisfies there needs, as well as mine. Not one can make me scream.

I am very talented at what I do, but my only downfall is I do it, and do it, and do it. If given the chance I will torture any and every human. So, as is obvious, I have difficulty reining myself in. But I can manage. The only time I cannot control my urge is when I see someone hurting an animal. THAT makes me blow. They are defenseless creatures, and humans dare to take advantage of that!? Oh no, not on my watch. I’m all for ‘pick on someone your own size’. While we’re at it, I’ll let you in on another secret of mine…I love men. LOVE them. They’re amazing creatures! Who knows, maybe someday you’ll be lucky enough to play with me.

Audition Piece:

"Open your eyes, Adendra. OPEN THEM!" Andendra flinched, but did what she was told. Standing before her, his nose nearly touching hers, was Kaldemar. Oh Light but she had hoped it was a dream! Tears welled in her eyes, and her lower lip trembled. A whimper sounded in the back of her throat, making Kaldemar narrow his eyes. He hated when she whimpered.

He took two steps backwards and stood to his full height, staring at her. And he smiled. Given the circumstances, it was the strangest thing he could have done. His smile was kind, understanding, and incredibly handsome. HE was incredibly handsome. Adendra had been drawn to him because of that. It had been the worst mistake she had ever made.

"Oh no, please no, not again," she managed in a choked whisper, falling to her knees. She knew what that smile meant. What it really meant.

Her pleading did no good. He drew back his hand, as if to slap her. To any on-looker that would have been exactly what he was planning on doing. But not to Adendra, and not to him. Bursting into tears, she stood up and walked to his outstretched palm. Trembling so hard she was afraid her knees would give out, she kissed it. He pushed against her mouth, and she responded as she had been taught, putting more passion (if that was what it could be called) into her kiss, using teeth and tongue. He moaned, a deep erotic sound, when she drew blood, and the coppery taste went unnoticed. She had become used to it by now, and no longer vomited when she was forced to swallow.

As with every other time, Kaldemar closed his hand to his chest, taking her with him. She gasped at the suddenness of it, before her sobs renewed. With his other hand he shoved her head to the side, biting savagely into her neck, right on the place he had done so many times before. Fresh blood spurt from the old wound, and she could feel it's warmth trail down her neck and shoulder. Kaldemar's biting traveled downward, into her shoulder, and down her arm. And like every other time, he spun her around to face him, using the One Power to rip the black leather he made her wear right down the front. Being shoved to the floor was nothing new, and the hard sharp stones digging into her back was a welcome distraction. She focused every last bit of her energy into that pain, and managed to only remotely feel her own raping. He had raped her so many times she hardly noticed anymore. Oh, but she would later, that she knew.

When he was finished, he rose, panting with sweat dripping down his hard muscles. He had a magnificent body, and was a gorgeous man, but all Adendra could see him as now was a monster. The monster he truly was. He yanked her off the ground ferociously and pointed to yet another pile of black leather she was to wear. His excuse was that it was easy to clean the blood off of when she was finished. She knew it was for another reason that he wanted her to wear it.

Once she was dressed, Kaldemar called to her. She turned, staring blandly at him. He crooked his first finger, beckoning her. She crossed the cave without a second thought to stand before him, staring up into his dead brown eyes.

"Adendra, you know your job. Your mother is dead, and you did very well towards the end. Finally you stopped your worthless weeping," he paused to look her up and down in disgust. "But you have yet to learn not to cry when we are together. Begging is such a horrific trait in a person." Adendra nodded meekly. He continued after she had agreed with him. "This is your last and final test, besides the begging." With that he stepped aside, opening his arm. Adendra didn't need to look where he gestured; she knew what was there.

Hanging in shackles from the roof was her father, stripped to the waist. His head hung, defeated, but when she approached him he looked up. Hope burst to life in his eyes, and he actually smiled at her. "Kassendra, thank the Light your here! Please, unchain me. Together we will get out of this horrible, horrible place. We will go back to the city, back home." Adendra could only shake her head. Kassendra was her birth name, the name she had always had, but Kaldemar had decided he didn't like it, and changed her name to Adendra. She would forever be Adendra.

She wasted no time to explain to him the deal. Instead, she set right to work. She used every tool she could get her hands on, ignoring his screams in the beginning, ignoring his crying. It wasn't long before she was working for those same screams, those same tears, with a dogged determination that impressed even Kaldemar. By the end of the day her father was nothing but a mutilated excuse for a human. Adendra turned vicious eyes to her trainer, challenging him.

"Give me a week," she demanded.

"No. Kill him now. You have learned your lessons well. Will you follow the Great Lord?"

"Of course I will. He offers me something no human could give me. But I want a week."

"No, my pet," Kaldemar said firmly but fondly.

Adendra had her week. And she acquired her first pet. Kaldemar worshiped her, wanting nothing more than to please her. She had turned his own teaching against him, with magnified skills, and he was nothing more than her puppet afterwards. His pathetic excuses for lessons were nothing compared to what she did to him in return. Eventually, she killed her father after becoming bored with him and totally engrossed in Kaldemar. She pledged her life to the Dark Lord, and in return got the power she had always dreamed about. If you are ever allowed into her personal palace, look for Kaldemar. It won’t take much - he's her favorite.

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