Anna Shedwyn

A young wilder woman of perhaps twenty-three years of age. She has dark brown hair, plain brown eyes, and an exceedingly ordinary nose if one ignores a few freckles. She's a bit too tall for most men, and a shade too thin. Not unlovely; just unlikely.

Anna is comfortable wherever she might be, because she has never learned to be self-conscious. In that respect, she is like a child: she is at home with herself until she feels she has done something wrong. It is an innocent, natural confidence.

Anna Shedwyn does not speak much about her past. There are not many events in it: it exists for her mainly in her memory and the thoughts she has of it.

She was born in the lower regions of Andor, and her father is a farmer. When people speak of Andoran farmers, they are talking about her father. He's a hardworking, honest man who realizes his ability, knows his means, and has no ambition past them.

At fourteen, Anna Shedwyn left the farm with a passing gleeman and travelled for a some few years as a musician. They parted at the peak of her success, an incident the facts of which she has not yet sorted out.

Though she has travelled long, Anna never became intimate friends with anyone. Anna is not used to knowing people.

The only Aes Sedai Anna Shedwyn met before coming to the Tower was a Yellow who took Anna under her wing for a short while. The Yellow ended up sending Anna to the Tower despite her own motives, and Anna, having suspected those, is a bit wary of Aes Sedai. She does not yet completely realize what they are and what they do, and is not even fully aware of her ability to channel. She takes it somewhat for granted, as it is done absentmindedly.

As a wilder, Anna Shedwyn has had a strange transition, and her manifestation of the Power actually ebbs. Often she cannot gain more than the greenest trickle of her power, and sometimes she is strangely above her apparent ability. Because she cannot fully grasp the concept of channeling, she has no basis for comparison in what is normal, and does not regard the wax and wane. There is no frustration. Yet.