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Name: Morgana a'Presten
Pronunciation: morgahnah ah'prestin
Age: 29
Society: Aes Sedai
Nationality: Andoran
Warder: Available for bonding
Talents: Shielding, Traveling

Mental and Physical Description:
Morgana has black-blue hair down to her hips which she normally wears in braids. She is short and thin. She has bright green eyes and long ashes. She has pale skin also. Mentally wise.. she is a little power hungry. Mogana would never betray the light though when she wishes to do something she gets it done. She is very determined. She demands respect and will teach those who do not respect her to respect her. other than that she is kind and has a talent for playing the flute. She is gifted in music and singing and is of average strength with saidar.

Biography:
Morgana A'Presten was born in Caemlyn to a lesser noble. Her parents, Elanya and Charles a'Presten died while she was training to be an Aes Sedai. Charles had tried to break up a shadow ring and had been killed for threatening to share information with the White Tower, Elanya was taken in the accident also. Morgana grew up mostly away from home. Her father would travel and go to wars. when he traveled he took Morgana with him so Morgana got to see the world. Morgana came to the White Tower herself to be tested to see if she could train as an aes sedai. when she was she was determined to become the best aes sedai she could be. After she became Aes Sedai she traveled back to see her parents and found them dead (sample for writing includes that). ever since she returned to the tower she has been longing to get revenge, and one day will.

Audition Piece:

Morgana stood outside the White Tower. The day was perfect; the sun was gleaming high in the sky and the air seemed clearer than normal. A bird chirped quietly on the branch of an old oak and a happiness she could taste flooded the sky.

She looked down at her ring and smiled. She was aes sedai. her dream had been fufilled. The serpent twined around her ring finger. She stroked it gently, it had taken long years of work to earn such a small thing.

EchoeSilver, her horse, came trotting up gleefully. Morgana slung the necklace of daisies she had made over the white horse’s head. He snorted happily as he gobbled a lump of sugar.

To think that just six years ago I was leaving my house in Caemlyn to come here. I was so afraid but I hid it. I wasn’t about to give up my dream for a childish fear. And now I’m going back, not only to visit my parents but to give one of my ears and eyes a surprise visit. Just think somebody is working for Me!

She smirked, she had accomplished more than she had dreamed though she thrived for more. hah, and now im nervous to go back. I wonder what they will think of me? She hoped onto her horse and steered him skillfully towards the woods.

when they got a little ways out of sight Morgana embraced saidar. She felt a grin as pure as the sun sweep across her face as the power thrived through her. She held herself back from desire and consentrated on her goal. Within a few minutes the gateway was shimmering.

“I should not worry.” she told nobody in particular. “They will accept me.” She kicked her mare in the flanks and grasped the mane as the horse shot through the gateway.

Morgana arrived just outside the stable yard. She parked her tall horse inside where the horse happily munched on some sweet-smelling hay. Morgana shivered as the bright light of the sun heated her body.

Outside the building was quiet. Morgana’s parents were certaintly nobles, though lesser ones. Normally servants or hands of some sort would have been scurrying around at their masters’ will. Morgana raised an eyebrow. Maybe in the extreme heat her parents had given them the day off.

The door was wooden. It was carved with the skill of many artisans. She ran her fingers through the curls and flowers that had been carved and painted there. The flowers seemed to blossom in the rich red-brown of the door.

After Morgana had flung the door open she found that nobody was in the main hall either. Morgana’s eyes widened as they had when she was a little girl. The place was humongous! The floor was tiled in blue and green with gold borders. A large gold chandeleir hung dangerously from the ceiling, threatening to fall. There were two glass windows tinted in blue and the ceiling was worked in gold and wood.

“I’m home” She whispered. Not knowing if it was a good thing.

Morgana found that the door to her parent’s chambers were locked. Suddenly it was quiet. She remembered that there was always a buzz of commotion around the palace, especially in the main hall. Morgana turned in a fit of childish nervousness. The feeling that eyes were on her back thwarted her. She would have felt safer if a band of killers burst through the door than if the creepy silence remained.

Morgana embraced saidar and pulled herself together. She managed to convince herself that everyone was resting, though in her heart she knew it as naught.

Morgana thrust a pole of air into the lock and twisted hard. the door swung open with a creak. Morgana ran inside to see a creature sliding out the window. “yout nrxt” it whispered in a non-human voice. It chuckled as it scurried off.

Morgana would have followed had her eyes not drifted to the blood-stained floor. She felt her heart sink as she looked down in despair. Her father was there, his eyes rolled back in agony and death. A deep cut in his shoulder was overflowing with black blood. Blood from the heart. There was no saving him.

Morgana feared to try to heal him with saidar. Whoever, whatever, was there would surely sense it. She was not very good in healing anyhow, and doubted she would be able to do any mending.

“Father.. Father, can you hear me/?”

“Black serpent” He whispered slowly, his tense muscles twisting the words. “black serpent.”

“It is me, morgana. I am here.” She would have told him he would be okay if it werent a lie.

He closed his eyes slowly and whispered it once more “the black serpent.”

Morgana did not wish to know what had happened to her mother though she had some clue. She found foot prints, bloody ones, leading into the other chambers. There were also handprints as her mother had been on all fours. There was no body, but therewas no escaping either. her mother was dead, and had probably been raped in the process. Morgana knew all to well how shadow beings thrived on rape and death.

Morgana strode through the city with echoesilver, her eyes dark and cold. The Black Serpent must have been something important. Throngs of people horded through the streets. The sweet smell of honey bread wafted to Morgana from a vender. But Morgana ignored it all. Her mind was racing to find the meaning of the phrase.

Morgana looked up every once and a while to see what she was passing. She looked up once, while passing a woman clad in more beads and bangles than she had ever seen, and spotted a dark cracked sign on an inn.

After several minutes of deciphering it she came across what it said. The Black Serpent. The sign had a painting of a serpent on it with venom spurting from its long hideous fangs. Morgana glared at it, wanting to rip it down, had this quiant inn been the cause of all the killings?

She knocked on the door and dawned her green ajah shawl.

A fat man of around 50 came to the door. He was shuffling and she saw that his knee was suffocated in a bandage. he was balding on top and had beady gray eyes and thin lips. He sputtered a little when he saw her shawl but she pushed through him into the inn.

“Hello I need a room.” She said plainly, looking around for some hint of mischeif.

“We are full.”

“Surely you are. I expected you would treat the sitter of the green ajah this way! Now let me through. I will go where I please and you will say nothing of it.” She slammed the man against the wall and walked forward. There were one or two drunk men and a bard in the main room. She glared them down, wanting to accuse everyone of her father’s murder. There was nothing interesting here.

Morgana went through all the rooms, upstairs and down.

“You see. Everything is full here, you may leave.”

“Not so soon” said Morgana, stepping away from the door. “I have not yet been in the kitchen.

‘The kitchen? Why would you need to go in there? It is only a kitchen. it..”

“Quiet fool. I will go where I please. End of story.” She walked past him and glided into the dirty kitchen. There was nothing there. A small stove, a rug, a fire. Morgana’s eyes swept past the stove and rug and onto the fire. She thought for a second and peered at the rug.

“If you don’t mind.” She whispered, not caring if he minded. She picked up the rug and found a latch and a door.

Morgana made her way down the cobwebby stair case and into the cellar. There was nothing there. She crawled slowly back up the stairs.

“Do you know a Charles A’Presten?” She asked cautiously.

“Yes I do. My dearest friend.”

“Im sure. Did you know he is dead?”

“Dead? By whose hand?”

“That’s what I thought you would know.” She asked, sighing as she sat down into an uncomfortable chair.

“I had no clue.. I.. Bloody man! I knew he never shouldve.. never mind.”

“Never should have what? tell me man!”

“He was meddling in the affairs of a higher noble… Gretchen Smirth I believe.”

“Why?”

“That is for me to know and you to find out.” The man whispered, his eyes suddenly rolled back in his head and he collapsed. A dart was in his back.

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