Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jun 26, 2009 15:23:41 GMT -6
Name: Sarai [dunno about a last name yet]
Age: 27
Race: Ishballan
Skills: Belly dancing, contortionist, sword swallowing, snake charming, herbalist---all around circus freak.
Goals and aims in life: To stay alive
Picture: See sig quote
Background:
During her childhood, she lived with her parents, on the fringes of acceptable Ishballan religious principles. Primarily from a line of Ishballans who keep well-hidden records of the 'true' religion before the incident 400 years ago tore the fabric of reality into two different religious and scientific paths. Her family have been keepers of the secrets of the Grand Arcanum, a mystic Kabbalistic system dating from the time when her people were 'sons of Abraham' and the progeny of Ishmael, the son begat by Abraham and Hagar, before Isaac was born.
Now lives in relative seclusion on the outskirts of Lior as a fortune teller, and dancer. Sought out as a traitor by her people for not having killed a destructive alchemist when she had a chance to defend her people because she knows a secret about his identity that she discovered in the records which link him to her family line.
RP sample:
He was always so easy to find. His reputation preceeded him, along with his ego. All one must do was follow the trail of scorched bodies and black rubble and dust left in his wake. She knew more about who he was than he did himself. It came as no surprise to her that he would gravitate toward alchemy; it was in the blood of her people, although now diluted by time and renunciation of the practice which was passed down from Melchizadek, Prince of Salem, to Abraham the Patriarch. If he knew about the blood which ran in his veins, would he still hate Ishballans and revel in their systematic extermination? That was one of many questions that may never be answered. And how would he react if shown records, proof positive, of who he really was? Would he be shocked? Would he kill her in a rage where she stood?
For seven years she waited. Waited and watched. And listened for any news about the Crimson Alchemist as he rot in prison for his crimes against her people. And then one day the most unlikely of events occurred: He escaped. And now he was here, in Lior.
She watched as he dined with a mousy looking girl and Rose, a well loved citizen of Lior. "Your pale skin and yellow eyes cannot hide who you are, my cousin. Not forever." she muttered to herself and turned to disappear down the alley.
Age: 27
Race: Ishballan
Skills: Belly dancing, contortionist, sword swallowing, snake charming, herbalist---all around circus freak.
Goals and aims in life: To stay alive
Picture: See sig quote
Background:
During her childhood, she lived with her parents, on the fringes of acceptable Ishballan religious principles. Primarily from a line of Ishballans who keep well-hidden records of the 'true' religion before the incident 400 years ago tore the fabric of reality into two different religious and scientific paths. Her family have been keepers of the secrets of the Grand Arcanum, a mystic Kabbalistic system dating from the time when her people were 'sons of Abraham' and the progeny of Ishmael, the son begat by Abraham and Hagar, before Isaac was born.
Now lives in relative seclusion on the outskirts of Lior as a fortune teller, and dancer. Sought out as a traitor by her people for not having killed a destructive alchemist when she had a chance to defend her people because she knows a secret about his identity that she discovered in the records which link him to her family line.
RP sample:
He was always so easy to find. His reputation preceeded him, along with his ego. All one must do was follow the trail of scorched bodies and black rubble and dust left in his wake. She knew more about who he was than he did himself. It came as no surprise to her that he would gravitate toward alchemy; it was in the blood of her people, although now diluted by time and renunciation of the practice which was passed down from Melchizadek, Prince of Salem, to Abraham the Patriarch. If he knew about the blood which ran in his veins, would he still hate Ishballans and revel in their systematic extermination? That was one of many questions that may never be answered. And how would he react if shown records, proof positive, of who he really was? Would he be shocked? Would he kill her in a rage where she stood?
For seven years she waited. Waited and watched. And listened for any news about the Crimson Alchemist as he rot in prison for his crimes against her people. And then one day the most unlikely of events occurred: He escaped. And now he was here, in Lior.
She watched as he dined with a mousy looking girl and Rose, a well loved citizen of Lior. "Your pale skin and yellow eyes cannot hide who you are, my cousin. Not forever." she muttered to herself and turned to disappear down the alley.
