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Name: Ravana Skyrose
Wolfname: Lonely Spirit
Pronunciation: Ruh-von-uh Sky Rose
Age: 23
Nationality: Aiel/Andoran

Mental and Physical Description:
Ravana is five feet, four inches with brilliant red hair to her shoulders and a single golden eye. She usually wears split riding skirts, made in any sort of material, as long as they are easy to move in. She carries a sword, and used to be a Gleewoman before she gave it up. She has a temper...a very short temper, and gives off the impression that she is an inaccessable, evil person with way to many secrets to keep track of.

Biography:
Ravana was born as an Aiel. She grew up an outcast, ignored by her family and peers. Even when she was made a Far'Dareis'Mai, they made fun of her because she was too short. She never fit in, and when she turned seventeen, she bought a sword from a travelling merchant in secret. When the Wise Ones discovered it, they banned her from the Waste, and so she travelled to Caemlyn.

Ravana tried desperatly to make her life in Caemlyn work. After three years of struggle and hardship, she met Curt, who turned her world upside down in every way possible. Curt was a Gleeman, and a handsome one at that. After his show, they began to talk and immediatly became friends. He offered to take her on as his apprentice, and she happily agreed.

They journeyed together for another year, and Ravana and Curt grew to love one another. However, he was hiding a deep secret from her. And, on top of that, it was something she couldn't take lightly when she found out. On the steps of the White Tower in Tar Valon, Curt collapsed, as if exausted, and confessed everything.

He could channel, and he had known from the day they met. He knew it was going to kill him eventually, and he wanted control of his own death. So, with a heavy heart, he begged her to use her blade and slay him. Ravana refused, at first, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she knew there was no other way. Crying more than she ever had, she took his life, and then she walked away wearing his Gleemans cloak. She was determined to move ahead and forget...

Audition Piece:

Ravana opened her eyes in the darkness, feeling groggy and sore from her head to her toes. She shifted, and immediatly felt the burn of the ropes digging into her tightly bound wrists. Groaning slightly, she let her vision adjust and she could see at last. She appeared to be in a tent of some sort, and it was obviously night time. A white-cloaked figure stood by the door outside, his back to her. Ravana growled silently and looked down, searching for her belt knife. Nothing. Her weapons had been taken.

Cursing loudly to herself, she shifted her hands and tried to untie the ropes. It was then she realized that she was not alone. Zandrea! She thought in panic as she twisted around to eye her friend with concern. I thought for sure she had gotten away. Suddenly her earlier sacrifice seemed wasted. She had thrown herself at the Whitecloaks in hopes that at least Zandrea would get away. But, it was to no avail, if her friend was here with her now. From the looks of things, Zandrea was in worse shape than Ravana herself.

Frowning, she struggled to search for an answer as to how to escape. With Zandrea still unconsious, there was no way they could work together. Ravana searched the ground around her for something, anything, that might cut the ropes. All she found was a smooth, round stone, perfectly harmless in the way of slicing. Groaning in frustration, she thought about her options. Then, she spotted it. On a table in the corner was a pile of items. Ravana recognized them immediatly as her and Zandreas personal belongings. Her hopes rose. There just HAD to be a way to get them back. Even just the knife would work.

Something shifted against her back and Ravana returned her attention to Zandrea. Her friend really didn't look well at all. There had to be something Ravana could do so she would wake up.

"Zandrea." She hissed in the other womans ear. She glanced briefly at the guard outside the tent. "Zandrea wake up!" Ravana pulled her elbow back as best she could and hit Zandrea in the ribs with it. Her friend grunted and stirred. At last her eyes opened, and she blinked as they focused in the dark. Zandrea had a matching pair of golden eyes that marked her Wolfkin, just like Ravana. "You're finally awake." Ravana said with a smile. "We need a plan to get out of here." Zandrea stratened with difficulty and looked at Ravana.

"Where are we, anyway?" She whispered, catching a glimpse of the guard.

"Whitecloak camp." Ravana grunted, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. "They have us tied so tight I can't even feel my hands."

"You can say that again." Muttered Zandrea, eyeing each pair of bloodied wrists in turn. "Where's my knife?"

"On the table, along with everything else." Ravana said, nodding toward the table in the corner. Zandrea sighed loudly. "Any suggestions?" Ravana tossed her messy red braid back over her shoulder.

"I could always try and pick the knot on your ropes." Zandrea suggested. Ravana stared at her in awe.

"You know, thats the best idea you've had all night." She grinned, and Zandrea rolled her eyes.

"How can you even THINK of humor at a time like this?"

"It just comes naturally, I suppose." Ravana said as Zandrea began fiddling with her ropes. After about ten minutes worth of picking and fussing, they were loose enough for her to slip out. "Excellent." She said, leaping into a crouch and turning around to untie her friend. Zandrea rubbed her wrists when she was free, and then they slipped over to the table together to get their things. "You know," Ravana informed Zandrea quietly. "This isn't going to be easy."

"Wouldn't be the first time we got out of just such a scrape." Zandrea admitted. Ravana laughed when she saw her friend blushing. Then, she fastened her sword belt back on, and wrapped her cloak around her shoulders. "We'll take the guard together." Zandrea said. "And then slip out unnoticed...I hope." Ravana shook her head wryly, and then followed Zandrea as she made her way out of the tent. Unfortunatly, the guard had just enough time to sound the alarm as she leapt on him, before she slit his throat.

"Let's go!" Ravana shouted, motioning for Zandrea to follow her. The two women ran through the camp together, dodging sleepy whitecloaks that came out of their tent as more began to shout in anger. Ravana tripped over them more than once, not that that mattered at all to her. Abruptly, three whitecloaks ran out in front of them, blocking the path. Zandrea and Ravana each drew their swords, Ravana appearing more vexed than her friend. "Move." She told them, not really thinking they would obey.

They laughed instead.

Zandrea leapt on one of them, Ravana on the other two. The third backed off just as she attacked the second, though. He stood in the background, fingering his knife as if waiting impatiently. Ravana concentrated deeply on her fight as steel met stell in a loud and death-defying sword fight. At last, she managed to slip in and bury her blade deep within his stomach. Sneering, she pulled it out and kicked him to the ground. Zandrea was on the ground, nursing a sliced hamstring. Ravana raised her sword to face the third Whitecloak all too late.

He leapt at her, pulling his dagger through the air toward her throat. Light! He means to kill me in one sweep! As a last resort, she stepped to the side. Like fire, a searing pain tore across her left eye. Ravana screamed loudly, pressing her hand to her face where a large gash had just been left. Blood flooded from the gash and down her arm. Crying out, she plunged her sword at him with one hand, barely slicing through his side. The Whitecloak staggered and fell, slowly bleeding to death. Ravana breathed heavily, falling down beside Zandrea.

"Can you walk?" She asked her friend, ignoring the pouring blood from her own eye for a moment to take off her cloak and tear off two long strips. She handed one to Zandrea for her leg, and then wrapped the other around her head. Light, but her eye hurt! She couldn't open or close the lid, and she had a terrible feeling she had lost her eye. Zandrea nodded wearily, so Ravana pulled her to her feet, and they walked as fast as possible out of the camp. The way was clear from there on, she supposed the Whitecloaks had gone the other way. They escaped into the woods, where Ravana helped Zandrea to sit down next to the creek. They had to tend their wounds as best as possible, and then move on quickly to safety.

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