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Name: Arastra Zendemath
Pronunciation: Are-ot-ruh Zend-eh-meth
Age: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Society: Shadow
Talents: Balefire, Dreamwalking

Mental and Physical Description:
Arastra's outer appearance and her inner appearance contradict nicely in every way possible. With copper red hair that goes down to her knees and large, chocolate brown eyes, many would describe her to be innocent. She is five feet, seven inches tall with pouty lips and high cheekbones. She is also slender, but not extremely so, with a figure many men have drooled over, much to her dismay. Her personality is, in a single word, evil. Even as an Aes Sedai in the Age of Legends, she was considered black-hearted. She loves the metallic smell of blood, and the way it feels on her fingers. She loves death, and killing, but she is in no way insane. She is aware of each and every person she has killed, including the Dragon Reborn himself, whom she killed as a toddler.

Biography:
Arastra gives the appearance of being in her mid-twenties, but is of course much older. She has never told anyone where she was born and raised, and no one can guess from her accent. She spent a lot of time throughout her life covering up her past, until the day she swore her Oaths to the Great Lord of the Dark. Then, she no longer had the need to hide, because no one asked questions.

Since the day she left home so many years ago, she has since become a well-renouned Forsaken. She is the first to be free from the prison which bound her in Shayol Ghul, along with the Great Lord himself and twelve other Chosen. Mortals fear the name Arastra, though they do not know her last name. She uses her full name and plays as a Noble, living in a manor by the Sea.

She can use balefire, and is also a Dreamwalker. She is described in stories as the most deadly Forsaken, and the most beautiful woman ever to live. Cold as ice, and as cruel as a thousand rampaging trollocs. She holds her history proudly and strongly, never ashamed of her hobbies.

Audition Piece:

Arastra was tired of waiting, and she was tired of the clock ticking on the far wall. Large brown eyes filled with irritation, she glanced at the clock again and grimaced. Nisteria knew better than to make HER wait, and Arastra was going to make her remember that. Keeping her composure, the Chosen straitened to her full height of five feet, seven inches. She imagined how Nisterias blood would feel as she smeared it across the elegant floor tiles with her hands. Yes, calm thoughts. The door came open.

The Aes Sedai strode in, wearing deep red silk that contrasted brightly with Arastras black dress. As soon as she was in the room, she curtsied, which was probably the only thing that saved her life. Arastra embraced the source immediatly, slamming a sheild between Nisteria and the True Source. Snarling, she threw the other woman against the wall, and then let her crumple to a heap in the floor.

"Three hours you have made me wait, Nisteria. Not a good idea for one in your position, I think. What have you to say for your disgusting tardiness?" Arastra glared, but in her mind she grasped at control. She was under instructions from the Great Lord himself not to kill this pathetic Aes Sedai. At least, not yet.

"A Sitter has duties she cannot ignore without a great deal of suspicion landing on her, Great Mistress," Nisteria kept her eyes on the ground and her tone humble with an almost superhuman effort. "The Head of the Red, the other two Sitters, AND five others cornered me. I couldn't leave without them asking questions, and pardon me but even as things stand, if I were to die..." She looked up at Arastra hesitantly. "I am the strongest Aes Sedai in the Tower, Great Mistress. Lose me, and you would lose more than you ever imagined you possessed."

Arastra lifted her up with the source again and slammed her against the wall once more, simply venting her anger. Then, she strode forward, drawing her belt knife and pressing it beneath Nisterias throat. The shorter woman struggled with her back to the wall as if to get away from the blade. Arastra put her face mere inches from the Aes Sedai's and spoke in a low and threatening voice.

"The Great Lord is displeased, Nisteria. Strong Aes Sedai are easily measured against the Chosen, but always fall in the end. I will not kill you. No, not yet, but he IS displeased with you. Nine weeks has it been since you made a report on any of your findings. You were under specific instructions to deliver information about Novalea Waveflame, Alinore Kayberna and Sonora Remea. Have you information, or not?" Arastra spat, the desire to spill blood vivid in her eyes.

"Alinore has been taking numerous ter'angreal from the storerooms," Nisteria kept her eyes away from Arastra's. "I have no idea what she does with them, but the last one to touch them was named Reila Bercorla, a woman with some Talent with angreal, I'm to assume." She fidgited against the bindings. "Novalea is easy to keep an eye on but difficult to find anything unusual about. She has been spending a great deal of time in the Library, but she was Brown, before she acquired the stole, and I have not been able to discover what she was reading." She paused. "As for Sonora, all I've managed to dig up is that she and Alinore were friends as novices. Close friends; I believe they called each other sisters; now they have reinstated that friendship, or so it seems."

"Friends, you say?" Arastra put the knife away abruptly and released the bindings. The Aes Sedai crashed loudly to the floor, looking murderous, which she was lucky Arastra brushed off. (Friends.) She thought. That was most interesting. The Great Lord would certainly be interested in hearing this. "Sonora is a meddlesome problem." Arastra said, tossing her red braid over her shoulder as she turned back to Nisteria. "She has been searching for information on the Dragon Reborn, and now that she knows he was killed, she is trying to find out who." She frowned, looking puzzled. "But why?"

Nisteria quirked her lips, then eyes the forsaken. "Perhaps Sonora believes she can pull another Dragon out of her sleeve, Great Mistress." She winced. "Or perhaps she wishes..." she hesitated. "perhaps she wishes to bring the kiler to justice." Nisteria had her suspicions about who had killed the boy, but she could never voice them in present company.

Arastra broke into a heartfelt laugh; an evil laugh. She had turned away from Nisteria, and now she turned back, eyes dark and cold.

"A meddlesome fool, as I said, Nisteria." She smirked, remembering how sweetly the young Dragons mother had screamed when Arastra had torched her alive. It was still a pleasant memory for her, despite this foolish nosey Aes Sedai Sonora. "She will never discover that it was I, and I alone who killed her precious Dragon Reborn. Nor, my dear Nisteria, will she EVER hear it from you." The last sentence was a threatening statement that she expected confirmation from.

"Why would I tell a lily-hearted light sworn fool like Sonora about that?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she seemed to regret them, and her face went even paler than normal. "I will not tell!" She said hastily, taking a hasty step back. "I swear! By the Great Lord, I will not tell!" Arastra smiled coldly and removed the sheild from the Aes Sedai.

"A wise decision." She told Nisteria, eyeing her sidelong. "Had you not agreed the consequences for you would have been most...unfortunate." She laughed. "Still, you did agree, did you not? So you have nothing to worry about from me, for now. Still, I have one more task for you before I leave." She did not wait for Nisterias response before she continued, pinning the Aes Sedai with eyes of steel. "I do not care how you do it, or how you cover it up, but you are going to kill Sonora Remea. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Great Mistress. I live to serve." She bowed her head, just as anger flew from her eyes. "Sonora will be dead by the next full moon. She will die." Nisteria paused, as if thinking to herself. Arastra shook her head wearily at the Aes Sedai. Sometimes Nisteria really got on her nerves. Channeling, she opened a gateway to her manor by the ocean. BEfore she stepped through, she studied the Aes Sedai for a short time.

"Do not let me down, Nisteria. It will be the last mistake you ever make." She turned back and stepped through the gateway, closing it with a snap behind her. "If that meddling fool isn't dead in two weeks, I'll have Nisterias head!" She shouted hotly, striding over to the wall mirror and gazing at her reflection. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she frowned. She was no longer alone in the manor. Embracing the source, she wove wards on the room and waited for trouble.

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