Donavan Locke was no one important. She'd said that her whole life, and had every plan to keep on saying it. She continued to stand by this oath as she got a job as a kitchen servant in the Stone of Tear. She did her job, sneaking off during breaks and free periods to gain permission to see Callandor. Her fasination never seemed to dim. She soon developed a fasination with channelling, and Ter'Angreal, and was consumed with a desire to be an Aes Sedai. With Channeling outlawed in Tear, she kept this desire a secret until an Aes Sedai passed through. Though they oculd not channel, they left the city, and the Aes Sedai tested her. Try as she might, Donavan not only did not possess the Ability, she could not be taught. She returned home sadly, though her parents were both thrilled she could not channel, and dissapointed that she had asked to learn.

Donavan continued to work in the Stone for a few years, still admiring Callandor and all it's glory. Her Parents, worried about her obsession, sent her to live with her cousin in Mayene. There, Donavan learned Self Defense, in fashion of the Mayene Nobility, though neither she nor her cousin were more than wealthy. It was there, while learning hand to hand combat from a long retired warder, Donavan discovered that being an Aes Sedai was not the only way to be close to the Power, or be a part of Tar Valon.

She learned as much as she felt she needed and journeyed to the Tower of Chasaline. Once Accepted as a Warder in Training, She recieved a lot of Slack for being an overexcited female, out for the glory. She was trained for ten years, five being that the only glory in being a Warder was the protection of your Aes Sedai.. all Aes Sedai. At some point, it clicked inside her, and she knew that this, despite everything, had been her true calling. On her Twenty-Eighth Birthday, She was led to the center of the Training Grounds and marked as a Warder to the Tower of Chasaline, and All Aes Sedai, Accepted, and Novices therein.

Donavan is tall and strong, though still decidedly feminine at a glance. She favors breeches of the noble cut of her homeland, with a poet's shirt or silk, and a Tightly tailored leather vest. She wears only dark colors, black, forest greens, deep blues and purples, and only dons her color shifting cloak on formal missions outside the tower. Her eyes are almond-shaped and a dark blue, her hair a mass or Brown-black curls, worn tied back with a leather thong or braided. Though pretty, none have ever seen her with a man, though she'll flirt in proper situations. Her honor is to the Tower, and all those therin before herself.

Though Sword Trained, she is not a blademaster. She favors a quarterstaff, which she has mastered, and a small hand-held crossbow, carrying no more than four small daggers on her at any given time. She has beaten many Self-proclaimed Blademasters with her Staff, and looks forward to the day she disarms a Heron-marked.