The Demonic Hordes: The Tainted Profiles

[Omni Mint Goddess]

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Username: Omni Mint Goddess

Character Name: Arjana Vadoma (Given Name) ~Maa'Tewet Net Ka (True Name)~

Subrace: Hexer-Masseur

Age: 644

Appearance: Arjana's body is well-toned, built for long hours of endurance, flexibility, and is the hue of a tanned terracotta accented with well-developed curves that hypnotizes the senses. Her natural hair-color is deep and enriched with the color of an earthy tone, voluminous, and extremely curly. Her eyes are so warm a brown that it almost looks like a shimmering copper.

Her features are a balanced mixed of Roma and Egyptian ancestry: possessing the mesmerizing eyes of her mother and the rounded chin and strong, but subtle visage from her father. She always has dark russet kohl around her eyes enhanced with holy powdered gold and ending in a blend of blessed crushed pearl below her slender brows. Arjana's nose has a gentle slope, yet prominent standing and her lips are promptly enticing to look at. Arjana's hands are crafted for the art of healing as well as destruction. Her nails always the color of white and gold; her fingers and wrists, feet and toes, are tattooed in an alternating sequence of sacred ivory and bullion henna so it is easier to protect herself or unleash her thaumaturgy abilities.

Clothing: Arjana's battle outfit consists of a modified belly dancing-sari that goes up to her lower thigh, wearing a corset of sorts underneath and a somewhat tattered hooded robe that she made herself, implementing charms and wards throughout the material in order to accommodate her needs. She also is equipped with leggings that go just below the end of her garments, and graced with knee-high buckle-up boots that are combative in nature, but mysterious in origin. Off the battle field, Arjana wears varying Harajuku-esque clothes that have a Gypsy or Egyptian feel to them.

Weapons: Two Razor Claw Gauntlets, Martial Arts-Modified version of Krav Maga and Capoiera, a symbiotic demon who needs to be fed every other month on the raw essence of a virgin in exchange for immortality and a backup for her survival reserves (in short she becomes rather atrocious when she is barely alive), several miniature chakrams, and a sword-like Kris that is encrusted with ancient magic by her own hand.

Personality: Arjana is shy at first, but amorous, vicious, and euphemistic in her ways. She has access to a wide array of topics that she can discuss and banter with, although she does speak about the really important references in life and is extensive in her mental itinerary. She often comes out to be very intimidating since she is quite silent and gives off an aura as if she can see straight through you regardless of any previous experience, which puts many a mortal and immortal alike at unease.

Background Information: Arjana was an Egyptian Gypsy born in 1464 along the banks of the Nile, in Upper Egypt during the Berji Dynasty. It was a time of turmoil and discrimination, and the fact that her father (Hem-Netjer-Tepey Reshwet-Ka) was a high Egyptian priest in the ancient temple of Thoth and her mother (Tsura Dita) was a Roma gypsy of the Chergari (Fortuneteller) class didn't help Arjana very much.

In order to save their own hides, her family had to move around due to the unstable atmosphere caused by weak sultanates and power plays within the Dynasty. They lived off of meager earnings within the few trade markets that were left, performing on the street or offering blessed services to the benign; often times in return for food and shelter since the currency changed so much.

However, Reshwet-Ka wouldn't leave his own progeny uneducated, and both of her parents taught her the basics of magic that flowed through all things in nature. Arjana walked in this knowledge and reveled in it for the longest time, loving the ways of her ancient magic as a White Caster. She mastered the basics at ten and expanded to more advanced techniques at seventeen, but the time came when Reshwet-Ka and her mother Tsura Dita would have to combine both types of magic. Her parents used light and dark castings during an ambush set by a cloister of Turkish thieves on their miniature caravan along the coast of Egypt to the Mediterranean. And what Arjana saw would entice her to expand her vocation. In short, Reshwet-Ka and Tsura taught her the elemental margins and would forbid the darker side of casting, but Arjana wouldn't listen.

She practiced in secret and was delighted at what she knew and continued to learn from her father's extensively hidden collection of papyri scrolls and her mother's secret books, removing the barriers with relative ease. Continuing this hobby of hers, Arjana would never forget the things that she could see in her dreams and fear in her nightmares...

The time came when her parents figured out what she was doing, and Arjana couldn't help but become wrathful because of their lectures.

Out of nowhere she started chanting in backwards Egyptian, combining her foreknowledge of previous lessons, and unknowingly summoned a Torture Demon by the name of Bacillus from one of her father's black scrolls. Of all the memories she wouldn't forget, Arjana had to witness her parents fighting desperately until their last breaths. Suffering in agony from the many torments that were enacted right before her innocent eyes; shredding their personas to mere tethers of their former selves. Arjana stood stock still, the resentment dying as quickly as it came shedding her first tears of truly absolute sorrow and regret. At that moment, Hem-Netjer-Tepey Reshwet-Ka and Tsura Dita died from massive lacerations across their bodies, blood loss, and wicked gashes strewn all over their exposed corpses. Without a moment more of delay, Arjana rushed in screeching at the top of her lungs, trying to frantically release them from their bindings. Sole determination wouldn't work for her, her palms raw and bleeding from her excessive incantations finding it hopeless to ever release her forebears.

She watched them being dragged like rag dolls into the innermost recesses of Hell, the Torture Demon, Bacillus, itching to pull her down with him for his depraved pleasures. However, she narrowly escaped this ordeal, without her parents' cadavers, and nowhere else to go, but down into Hell itself. Arjana submitted to his resolve temporarily, slowly being tortured, and almost succumbed to Bacillus's demands if it were not for a power that triggered itself from the core of her soul in this near-death experience. Bacillus, with hardly any supremacy left, fused himself with Arjana involuntarily to survive and forced itself to submit in indentured servitude to her life; making her an impure being: one of the Tainted.

Arjana got her retribution albeit at the cost of her twisted parents' souls, who were now of the damned breed. She crawled back out with the help of her new partner whom she christened as Kali Nagah. Her parents weren't the same, as they called themselves differently: Vice and Domini. She wasn't at all comfortable as they kept molesting and trying to perverse her soul; breaking her willpower and always interfering with anything she did which resulted in an uncontrollable berserk-rage. For the next ten years they would taunt and drive Arjana over the edge.

The situation became so intense that Arjana, filled with antipathy, sealed their essences into porcelain jars and traveled throughout the Mediterranean and all over Europe trying to find the most skilled mage smith. It took her almost a century to find one, and was presented with a highly talented Slavic mage smith in disguise as a lowly beggar in the streets of Albania. His name was Waitrey Poltchikov. He was a subordinate and back then a Class S Hunter within their ranking system, from another Underground faction: a mysterious organization that is dedicated to keeping her kind out from their Reality; branching out from even queerer origins of known Existence: *The Stronghold. By then, she learned of the dealings of the world within a world as she started to grow attached to her symbiotic being and detached to her transmogrified parents; looking up to Waitrey as a substitute father-figure.

In less than two years, he produced wicked razor claw gauntlets that were retractable in nature, and could reshape themselves to her liking: these weapons Arjana kept in a pair; sealing Reshwet-Ka (Domini) and Tsura (Vice) into each. Waitrey would be Arjana's traveling partner and trainer in combat for over half a century, and then would leave to return to his original duties. These weapons, including her newly founded parasite of a friend, kept her company. The perks of immortality were staying young and supple, unfortunately, at the price of her endangered sanity and inner turmoil when intact with her former mother and father. The only one to comfort and advise Arjana would be the Second Sphere Class V Torture Demon, Bacillus, now known as Kali Nagah.

Throughout the centuries, she mastered as much as she could growing tired of the Old World and seeking adventure, wanting the New World, with her many aliases: Guardian of Deserts, Pronged Snake, Eastern Weaver, Searing Breeze, Golden Sandwaker, and Elemental Tamer. By then, she was a full-grown woman, knowing the ways of the Eurasian Supernatural Underworld and a living mysterious legend among mortals who she helped and protected along the line of her endeavors. She was impatient as she was bold in her daring to go to the unknown Eastern side of the world: into India where her Gypsy brethren originated from, to the mountains of Tibet, to the coasts of Japan and the Malaysian islands.

Still she was restless.

So, Arjana embarked on a journey to the Americas starting in 1880 within the middle of Paraguay and working her way up, absorbing every bit of cultural substance, towards Mexico and into the U.S. by 1989. Arjana was fascinated, witnessing the growth of the people and their peculiar ways of innovation; picking up on Capoeira and Jeet Kun Do as well as understanding the ways of technology, leaving in 1995 back to Europe and familiar territory.

However, in the midst of her short-lived sunshine, Arjana knew that there was a dark cloud hanging in America, one that would set challenges for her to seek and possibly connect with. A magnetic force that pulled her to a Mecca for demon-tainted beings to the renowned metropolis: New York.

She has just recently arrived in 2005, neutral in her position despite her sensitivity, and was inactive studying her mortal surroundings. Then she would make her move and dwell in the underground under a year later after the 2006 October Bash.