<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/RedFang.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/RedFang.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Inari Danvers</span><br/>By Sindra</span></div><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Age:</strong> 62<br/><strong>Nation:</strong> Amadicia<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Asexual<br/><strong>Talent:</strong> Blood Boiling (a secret she has kept to herself)<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong> Black Ajah  (Red Ajah)<br/><strong>Spheres:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Air:  Average</li><li type="disc">Earth: Average</li><li type="disc">Fire: Strong</li><li type="disc">Water: Average</li><li type="disc">Spirit: Strong</li></ul><strong>Skills:</strong> <br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Survival</li><li>Cooking</li><li>Sword (not a master)</li><li>Quarterstaff (not a master)</li><li>Athletics</li><li>History: Children of the Light</li></ul><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br/>Inari is not a woman that goes out of her way to look pretty.  Her long chestnut hair is almost always in a tight bun.  A stern and thin face, she wears no makeup, seeing no need to pretty herself up for anyone.  Though she has an athletic body and feminine curves, she keeps them well hidden under dresses that do little to flatter her but don’t impede her movement.  The feature most noted about Inari is her piercing green eyes, a pretty feature that she has yet to find a way to hide.    <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> <br/>Inari has taken it on herself to adopt the rumors of the Red Ajah as part of her personality.  Though she doesn’t actually hate all men, she also doesn’t mind letting others think she does.  Curt and often sarcastic, she has had little luck in making a great number of friends but doesn’t seem bothered by that fact.  Though she keeps it masked rather well, Inari is angry at the world and enjoys getting to take it out on male channelers.  Though she strives to remain polite, especially with those that hold position in the Tower, her behavior is barely above acceptable.  Though she can lie, she very rarely chooses to do as such as getting caught in a lie would reveal her secret.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> <br/>Raised in Amadicia, Inari believed wholly in the preaching of the Children of the Light.  The Aes Sedai, and all other channelers, were clearly servants of the Dark One and she knew, from an early age, that she would grow up to join their numbers.  Spending a good amount of her youth learning the sword and quarterstaff in order to eventually join the military order, her life seemed to be on a set path and she, not to mention her mother and father, were glad for it.  Her early dedication meant that they had little to worry about and shone a spotlight on their daughter’s bright future.<br/><br/>It was as a late teen that all of her dreams were crushed.  In a training accident, Inari was smashed with a wooden sword against the side of her head.  The instant, blinding pain made her lash out at the other teen, calling on the One Power without realizing it or meaning to.  Chaos erupted around them and her life would be forever changed.  With a bleeding head, Inari ran as fast as she could, hearing the other trainees calling out, shouting that there was a channeler among them.  Tears streamed down her face at the realization that she was actually everything she hated.  She was one of those possessed by evil.  And, even worse, she was likely going to die at the hands of the people she had idolized for so many years.  Even though she didn’t want to be what she was, she also didn’t want to die.   So she ran and continued to run until she made it outside of the town and collapsed in a group of thick trees, falling unconscious from the bash to her head, the untrained channeling and panicked running.<br/><br/>Missing for several weeks, Inari had no idea what to do with herself, fighting an internal struggle unlike anything the teen had ever faced.  Should she turn herself in to the Children of the Light?  Should she return to her parents and hope they wouldn’t hate her?  She had no idea what course of action she should take and, instead of making one, she lived by herself for weeks, surviving in the forest.  Eating what she could find, bathing in a small pond and using vines and leaves to repair her battered clothing, she slowly came to terms with what she was.  There was only one real option and that was to make it to the White Tower.  Even if they all served the Dark One, she was already tainted as they were, filled with the same mark of the Dark One that the rest of them were.  <br/><br/>Though she came to terms with what she was, it took quite a bit longer to find someone to smuggle her out of Amadicia.  Most of the citizens would simply turn her in to the Children of the Light and leave her in their hands.  Not too long ago, she had been one of those so she <em>knew</em> the truth of it.  Finally, she found a small wagon of traders that were departing and asked them for help.  Taking pity on her as she was much, much too thin, her chestnut hair a knotted mess, they let her ride in the back of their wagon.  Traveling with the couple as far as Tear, she was incredibly grateful to them.  They had asked her no questions and had let her stay in their wagon for free though she did make herself useful in small ways, catching fresh food and cooking for them when there was time.<br/><br/>Parting ways with them in Tear proved to be surprisingly hard on Inari.  She had been so alone for so long that she feared being so again.  She had almost asked to remain with them and simply lead a life as a trader with them but thought better of it as she remembered what happened in Amadicia.  She hadn’t ever meant to use the Dark One’s gift to harm her fellow trainee and she wouldn’t risk the wonderful couple that had saved her life.  Instead, she determined to make it to Tar Valon by boat.  <br/><br/>Finding a crew that would take her on proved hard as she had no experience to offer them.  She had never been on a boat nor had any particular skills that would prove useful to a captain.  Finally, though, she managed to be offered a small space and jumped on the chance.  It had been far too long that she had remained in Tear and she just wanted to go.  Missing the sordid nature of one of the crew, she accepted the harsh terms and began her travels to Tar Valon.  It wasn’t a pleasant experience or time for her but it was, at least, an opportunity.  Spending most of her time preparing food for the men, it quickly fell into a routine until one of the crew decided to have his way with her.  Slipping into the small space she had been given when the others were busy, he attempted to force himself on her.  With his superior strength and the fact that he had clearly done it before, Inari once again panicked.  Channeling as she had the time in Amadicia, she let the rage, helplessness and vulnerability push her to new, terrible heights.  In the struggle, she pushed whatever power she had into him without thought and barely heard his pained screams.  It wasn’t until he stopped fighting and she pushed him away from her that she realized that she had killed the man.  Unbeknownst to her, she had boiled his blood until it he was done for.  <br/><br/>With her clothing partially ripped from the failed attempt, and the ruckus their tussle had made, the captain believed her when she told him the story.  Instead of kicking her off as she had feared, he allowed her to stay in the safety of his quarters for the remainder of the journey.  Grateful and pleased with the new arrangements, the rest of the journey to Tar Valon went smoothly.<br/><br/>Time as a Novice at the White Tower was not an easy change for Inari.  Having believed all her life that the women were evil, she struggled to understand the truth about them and, deep in her heart, didn’t entirely believe it.  What she did know was that she needed the training they offered and decided to put forward her best efforts while keeping her true beliefs to herself.  Spending several years as a Novice, she grew more and more frustrated as she watched others move to the ranks of Accepted that had gotten to the Tower later than her.  It was during a time when she considered escaping that she was finally called to the test.  Excited and nervous, she went through the test and managed to succeed but the test twisted something inside of her.  The anger she had kept carefully masked grew inside of her though she said nothing about it.  Facing her fears, her failures, had broken something that would never be repaired.  Though she had never taken a pillowmate or sneaked a lover as a Novice, her desire for any physical contact dissipated and she no longer even liked small touches from others.<br/><br/>Unlike her time as a Novice, the years spent as an Accepted were minimal and she spent only three years among them.  Though she had come out of the first test different, the depth of the changes went unnoticed as it was common for Novices to change from their experience.  Her deeply embedded anger at the Aes Sedai only grew when she was called in for the second test, thinking it would be much like the first.  While a completely different experience, she passed and was asked to pick her Ajah.  Her roots still not far from her thoughts, she chose the Red Ajah, wanting to join the ranks of those that fought against channelers.  And even better, they fought against male channelers.  <br/><br/>Taking up the duties of the Red Ajah, her time among them was shortened when she was awoke to find herself surrounded by hooded women.  Though she couldn’t make out any of their features, she knew that they were sisters of the Tower.  Hearing their offer, something years ago she would have loathed and fought against, she agreed to join the Black Ajah.  In her mind, she was lost to him the day she channeled so it wasn’t much of a change and she would gain the power to make real changes, to fight against the Tower from the inside.  Swearing the new oaths, she felt the old ones break and felt free for the first time since she got on the boat in Tear.<br/><br/>Since that day, Inari has been secretly working with the Black Ajah in subtle ways to hinder the Tower.  Though she rarely does so directly, she has indirectly been responsible for sending more than on Aes Sedai to her death, sending them into traps all around the world.  Sparking conflicts among Ajah’s and Aes Sedai, she has helped rumors start and spread in Tar Valon, attempting to tarnish the reputation of the White Tower.  At the same time, she has still performed her duties with skill and grace, carefully maintaining her own reputation in the Red Ajah and fighting to keep herself seemingly trustworthy. <br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">OOC Notes:</span></span></div><hr/><strong>O&amp;O:</strong> This character will not be engaging in any sexual encounters<br/><strong>Available for bonding:</strong> Nope<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">While I am happy to have Inari’s position as a Black Ajah member discovered in the course of the game, I would prefer it to be a little bit before that happens.  <br/><br/>If anyone is interested in having a background note that Inari was partially responsible for the death of their Aes Sedai or Warder, please feel free to contact me!  While I don’t want it to be known that she had involvement right away, it would be a nice thing to plan for when she does get caught.<br/></div></div></div>