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G i v e n N a m e:: Abdullah Jabbar Rod'eman Muhaijin ('j' pronounced with a 'sh') [ ab dul AH / jah bar / road-ehmahn / moo ha jsheen ]
O t h e r N a m e s:: Simply Abdullah. Or Lord Master of the Universe if you'd like. I'm not complaining.
A g e:: Twenty-eight
B i r t h d a y:: March 8
O r i g i n:: Dža'Iftikhar [ DJYAH ee feet i car ] in tribe Musjaddiq [ moo jSAH dek ]
S p e c i e s:: Human
H a i r C o l o u r:: Maroon/Dark Red
E y e C o l o u r:: Red
H e i g h t:: 6'3"
B u i l d:: A tall, fit and built, and broad-shouldered man without heavy musculature.
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual
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C o l l a r:: Leather or Velvet
C h a r m s:: Ballet Shoes : Music note : Flame : Sword : Pearl
C o l o u r s:: Dark red maybe Maroon : Hot Pink? : Brown
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L i k e s::
☑ Intelligence/Wit
☑ Power/Dominance
☑ Women - especially a fighter
☑ A good game
☑ Alcohol
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Drama
☒ Idiocy
☒ Laziness
☒ Meekness
☒ Silence/Being ignored
T a l e n t s:: Skills versus talents, hm? I guess I could differentiate between what I have learned and what I can naturally do. Perhaps, then, my affinity to magic is a talent more than a skill. I never learned it, it simply is. And, certainly, it isn't as if I have studied to make it stronger. I doubt it would do me any good as it is. I could best describe it as one more elemental, the manipulation of electricity. I cannot create it out of nothing, of course, it has to already exist which is a bit of a problem at times. Except for one major set-back that is. You see, water is not my friend. In fact, it is at times difficult for me to touch anything with my bare hands, especially metal. Thus, I almost always wear gloves. Human flesh is something else, of course. When my gloves are removed is the only time I can manipulate the electrical currents in places such as lightning (rare but glorious!) and static (just has to do, sometimes). So, I guess it isn't really a talent then but it certainly isn't a skill. Perhaps I should put it under quirks...
Q u i r k s:: I touch people, I like touching people, but I don't touch much else without wearing those finely woven gloves that go nearly everywhere I go. I'm not a walking electrical current, of course, but perhaps more of a conductor or a a piece of wool that shocks you when you rub against it. So a bit of both. It doesn't work the same with skin (though sometimes with hair) so you have to see things a bit from my perspective! Clothing is frustrating and I do like having my sense of touch!
S k i l l s:: Skills, then. I am not entirely sure what my skills are but I'm no renaissance man, as they would say. Would it surprise you to know I enjoy art, music, and culture? Hilarious, I know, but I am a fair musician and poet myself and I would like to think I am a strong warrior of the tribe. I don't see why I would not be, understand. I am skilled, as I should be, in the ways of warfare. The tribe is known for its powerful warriors. Not to mention my own family. How else did we receive our status? Our mad skills in sand throwing? Honestly.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: For as long as I can remember I have always been a sarcastic b*****d who thinks he is absolutely hilarious. Okay, maybe it isn't as bad as that but I have a looser tongue at times than I usually should. I do think before I speak but just because I know I could say something better doesn't mean I will. I am very aware of my actions whenever I commit them and very rarely do something that I do not mean to. Things are just not... accidental unless that is due to someone else's influence. It is difficult for me to overcome all thoughts and views, especially concerning what has been deeply ingrained in me.
I trust no one, I never did. Behind every smile or friendly gesture is veiled ambition. With power comes enemies and no man can go through life afraid of stepping on a few toes. I do not preach timidity though once, perhaps, it served me well. Compassion goes only to those who deserve it and even if it is unfair. I am easily frustrated and that I won't deny. I do not like those who are persistent but those with determination are far more worthy of praise. I do not have time for those who are useless and rely heavily on others. Those who have nothing who fight for that nothingness are all the more entertaining than one who accepts it. They have their use, slaves and servants, and I would rather they stay out of my way unless they have some way to entertain me. Especially if I can get it out of them. And, certainly, no one will find weakness in me, even if it is there. That will be my undoing. I trust no one. Yes, I have a temper. Not that it easily comes out. Do I have compassion? As I said before, perhaps. Not that it has ever done me any good.
H i s t o r y:: The Muhaijin family of the Musjaddiq tribe has held status in the Dža'Iftikhar for many generations. As the Musjaddiq are a powerful warrior tribe, it only leads to presume that the Muhaijin are also powerful warriors. It would be a good and generally accurate presumption. The Dža'Iftikhar is a land mostly composed of the great desert Quazi [ kah zee ], "the judger", and little beyond the claimed land reaches into the more fertile north. Thus, with such an unforgiving climate of endless sand, it is only natural that the Quazi would give birth to hardy and even more brutal men. It could be protested that the culture is unfair and brutal but to live as one of the people of Dža'Iftikhar and a child of the Quazi is to understand that it is needed. The elderly lay their bones upon the sand and a child that cannot survive to manhood is useless and not to be cried over. Infant mortality is high and the need for the people to survive is all the higher. Perhaps this is the basis for it all and it likely is. The same morals of the northern men does not have hold here. They would be the undoing of us. We fight for land and resources, many tribes nomadic while others have taken control of a desert well or oasis. These are the ones with the power, as is the Musjaddiq. For a growing tribe, more land and water is needed and can only come from conquering the lands of other tribes. But extra mouths cannot be cared for and the excess are killed or sold to slavery. It is as it is.
Yet we are still a people of learning and culture. Literature and the arts are very much a part of life. Though many have few possessions, they are of the highest quality. Dyed, intricate fabrics woven by skilled fingers. The greater the colors, the more intricate the patterns, the richer the fabric. Women with such skills can even make a name for themselves... if their husband allows it. To honor the family. Gold and precious gems are not unheard of and only the wealthiest possess them. Music and dance fill the cool times of the night around the fires. Stories are told, music composed, and the swirling of bodies that pound their rhythm to the sand with their feet. We understand the movement of the stars, the realities of the climate about us, and the maths composed by great minds. Trade with the foreign men brings new thoughts and ideas though many reject them for conservative views. Our gods give us much in inspiration though they are cruel.
This is the world I grew up in. My tribe, though predominantly stationary upon a major oasis, did also live as nomads because of our growing size. There is no sole leader in the tribe, there rarely is in most tribes. Yet instead ruled by the powerful families. During times of war and great trouble a single man takes power, one from one of the powerful families. When it ends he must leave such a spot lest he and his family be put to death by the rest of the tribe for treason against it. The Muhaijin were one such powerful family and our ancestors gave the tribe many powerful generals, or Dwâzin [ jhad seen ]. My father, as is the father of my brother, is the head of the family, his father having already laid his bones to the sand. It should be my rightful place if my brother does not question my rightful place and seeks to take it from me. Which he may if he can beat me. I do not know if he seeks such a thing, at least not at this time. The last time we went to war a Dwâzin was chosen from our family and we were made only greater. We went to war against the Al'kathum, one of weak warriors but many resources and power. It was not a difficult war to wipe them out. I was young at the time, as was my brother. Around the time my mother also died in childbirth, not allowing my father further children. Should he take another wife he has not yet which allows me to further plan for my future. I hope he does not. His others are of no threat to me. My time will come when I can rightfully take my own wife. I may be past my prime but my schooling allowed me to wait.
I went through schooling because of the status of the family. We did not have schools nor do we still. We are tutored by the wise men of the tribe on many things. I even had the luck to learn the languages of the foreign men... for there are many. The people of Dža'Iftikhar speak one language though in many dialects. It is easier to understand. But it is important to know, I was told, for I loved to learn. Knowledge is powerful, only the powerful could receive knowledge. There were many things to know. Do not think, however, that this means I have neglected the strength of the body. I have come to understand the importance of strength in both mind and body. Though more devoted to my studies than my younger brother, I have not ceased to train my body to be a suitable warrior of the tribe. But to merely train my body would make me nothing more than a soldier, I would be a Dwâzin, not merely a soldier, for that is my ultimate goal. I will be head of the family and a Dwâzin as master of the people. There are other rivals to such a position but when the time comes, I wish to be ready. So unlike my brother who masters many weapons, I content myself with only a few and to fully master them. The weapons of northern men are cowardly, those that draw warriors to the flesh are of honor. I would not see my brother master me with the sword though he is becoming a fearsome opponent. His sights in many forms of warfare are adequate and of honor to the family. I have master one alone, with the saber or without does not matter. But I would have none best me in wits. A wise warrior is a greater foe than a mindless one. Not to say my brother is in any category but. No fool could accomplish what he has, I am honored to have him as my brother within the family.
I would not say I regret my past for without it I would not have my brother. There is a trial the tribes take part in to test the will and strength of its youth who, through it, would become men. No child could live within the tribe having not gone through it and my brother and I, when it was our time, took the trial to prove our mettle. Every five years the young men of the tribe are sent into the Quazi for a month to survive by his own strength and wisdom. Armed with only a single weapon of his choosing and a water skin, he sets out completely alone. Those who return are honored as men of the tribe with every right of his elders. Those who do not perish on the sands.
It was during this time that the gods would control our fates. A months time can bring men a far distance from each other and seeing another living soul on the same trial is rare. And yet, I found my brother who would have otherwise perished. Thus was the nature of the trial and many young men died because they did not have the strength to complete it. What had happened to him I never asked, there would be no reason to bring up such a thing. Nor could I say what drove me to aid one destined to die on the sands. Yet I survived with both of our lives, a debt not easily paid. Yet as I lay on my death bed many years later, he too risked his life to save my own. Our lives are not indebted to one another yet our fates are intimately entwined. I do not regret it nor view it as weakness. Perhaps those familial bonds go beyond it.
Yet now we both have influential positions within the tribe. As a learned one, I have been granted the position of a man of wisdom. It brings my father pride to see it though my prowess as a warrior has not been questioned. Even still, the glory of being a warrior is far more focused upon my younger brother. I will not steal the title from him, I would be a Dwâzin, a general as you may say, and a leader of great influence. Though only once my brother has defeated me by the sword will I fully accept it. I will not challenge him, merely spar in the training ring. It would be wrong, I have no quarrel with him. I, at least, am know as one of the few elementals. A position of honor at the very least even if the ability is of little use to me. If I were the only I would likely reserve a greater position as the chosen of our patron god, Ybelu [yah bloo ]. God of storms and destruction. For those of the north who do not understand the impact of what I mean, I shall explain: the Quazi is a vast desert that sees very little rain. Instead, the climate is barren, hot, and sandy. Yet storms are not unheard of. Over a vast plain, these storms rise with mighty force with nothing to hold them back. Thunderheads sore into the sky as an impenetrable wall that destroys all in its path. To see a storm upon the Quazi reveals anything north is nothing compared it. The god Ybelu is the bringer of storms, the one of destruction. When they come, they come suddenly and with terrifying force to destroy all in its path. As is his tribe and its warriors. My ability, than, is an extension of him, an attribute of his power.
Yet same as my brother, I have put off wedding for far too long. I have far more at stake than simply finding the keeper of my home, for she too would be granted status as the keeper of the household, the Muhaijin family. I may take other women as my own for that is my father's folly to only have a single woman, but I must first find a wife. I first need a son to officially hold claim to the position as heir of the family head. My father, however, is still in good health which allows me to focus on my pleasures...
phantomhoofbeats
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 1:35 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Aaryan Yaman Raonar Muhaijin
O t h e r N a m e s:: Just Aaryan
A g e:: Twenty-three
B i r t h d a y:: February 10
O r i g i n:: Dža'Iftikhar of tribe Musjaddiq
S p e c i e s:: what are you
H a i r C o l o u r:: Naturally red
E y e C o l o u r:: Red
H e i g h t:: 5'11"
B u i l d:: Strong, athletic build from swords practice and martial arts
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual
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C o l l a r:: Leather or Velvet
C h a r m s:: Anything except Blood Opal, Bed, Whip, Broken Mirror, Crutch, Snowflake, and/or Rattle
C o l o u r s:: Anything except Black or Grey
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L i k e s::
☑ Animals (especially snakes)
☑ Games
☑ Spicy foods
☑ Control
☑ Sparring/swordplay/martial arts
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Predictability
☒ Boredom/being idle
☒ Whiny/weak/needy women
☒ Bad cooking
☒ Being tricked
T a l e n t s:: I have a talent for handling animals, I have learned in the past few years - a touch and understanding that seems to sooth most beasts, given time. Even when I was a child the palace animals had an affinity for me... though that was never due to anything on my part.
Q u i r k s:: Well... I pace when anxious, if that counts for what you mean. Otherwise I'm not sure what to tell you.
S k i l l s:: I am incredibly skillful in combat - whether it be with blades, bows, or my own two hands. Years of training and conditioning has made it this way - I am also very good at reading my opponent and predicting accordingly.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: You want my personality? Fine, that’s not too hard. First and foremost - I’m brilliant. I’m intelligent, I’m a fast planner, and I’m always looking to learn more. I’m also somebody who’s very dedicated to my practices - idle hands, idle mind after all. I suppose you could say I’m condescending… well, maybe that’s true. Honestly, though, I just haven’t found anybody to be impressed by. Well, besides my older brother. I have a very bad temper, but you could definitely say I’m more compassionate than my brother. I never really had an easy time viewing everybody I meet as a potential enemy - it helps when you’re not the one directly in line to inherit the family, though. You couldn’t really say that I’m the sort of person that aims to be anything amazing - I’m quite content with my fun and games. I don’t want the dull responsibilities that come with any really important positions - as it is, I have enough studying to do.
All that being said, I’m not really all that great with people, at first. Because I’m a little bit aloof people tend to avoid talking to me and because I’m a good, strong fighter those that aren’t wary of my tongue are wary of my abilities. One thing that tends to dictate my behaviour is my belief that the weak deserve to die or serve, and only the strong can survive. You are responsible for yourself, your house, and your loved ones; if you can’t defend those things then you have no right to walk freely. The weak will always loose, which is why they must attach themselves to somebody strong even if they don’t realize that. I don’t stand for insubordination. If you can beat me, then I will respect you. If you do not somehow earn my respect, then don’t ask for it - I may be compassionate, but I don’t tolerate weakness. Also, my animals and my brother over people always! Don’t feel bad if I ignore you in favour of one of my precious pets.
H i s t o r y:: The Muhaijin family of the Musjaddiq tribe has held status in the Dža'Iftikhar for many generations. As the Musjaddiq are a powerful warrior tribe, it only leads to presume that the Muhaijin are also powerful warriors. It would be a good and generally accurate presumption. The Dža'Iftikhar is a land mostly composed of the great desert Quazi, "the judger", and little beyond the claimed land reaches into the more fertile north. Thus, with such an unforgiving climate of endless sand, it is only natural that the Quazi would give birth to hardy and even more brutal men. It could be protested that the culture is unfair and brutal but to live as one of the people of Dža'Iftikhar and a child of the Quazi is to understand that it is needed. The elderly lay their bones upon the sand and a child that cannot survive to manhood is useless and not to be cried over. Infant mortality is high and the need for the people to survive is all the higher. Perhaps this is the basis for it all and it likely is. The same morals of the northern men does not have hold here. They would be the undoing of us. We fight for land and resources, many tribes nomadic while others have taken control of a desert well or oasis. These are the ones with the power, as is the Musjaddiq. For a growing tribe, more land and water is needed and can only come from conquering the lands of other tribes. But extra mouths cannot be cared for and the excess are killed or sold to slavery. It is as it is.
Yet we are still a people of learning and culture. Literature and the arts are very much a part of life. Though many have few possessions, they are of the highest quality. Dyed, intricate fabrics woven by skilled fingers. The greater the colours, the more intricate the patterns, the richer the fabric. Women with such skills can even make a name for themselves... if their husband allows it. To honour the family. Gold and precious gems are not unheard of and only the wealthiest possess them. Music and dance fill the cool times of the night around the fires. Stories are told, music composed, and the swirling of bodies that pound their rhythm to the sand with their feet. We understand the movement of the stars, the realities of the climate about us, and the maths composed by great minds. Trade with the foreign men brings new thoughts and ideas though many reject them for conservative views. Our gods give us much in inspiration though they are cruel.
This is the world I grew up in. My tribe, though predominantly stationary upon a major oasis, did also live as nomads because of our growing size. There is no sole leader in the tribe, there rarely is in most tribes. Yet instead ruled by the powerful families. During times of war and great trouble a single man takes power, one from one of the powerful families. When it ends he must leave such a spot lest he and his family be put to death by the rest of the tribe for treason against it. The Muhaijin were one such powerful family and our ancestors gave the tribe many powerful generals, or Dwâzin. My father, as is the father of my brother, is the head of the family, his father having already laid his bones to the sand. While my brother and I are both able to take the place of my father, should he die, I have little intention of attempting to revoke his birthright as the older son - I have no reason to feel he’s unable to keep in that position… anyways, I don’t really enjoy the politics involved in such an important position. The last time we went to war a Dwâzin was chosen from our family and we were made only greater. We went to war against the Al'kathum, one of weak warriors but many resources and power. It was not a difficult war to wipe them out. My elder brother and I were still young at this time. Around the time my mother also died in childbirth, not allowing my father further children. As my father never took any other wives, by brother and I remained the sole heirs to the family title. Similarily, both my elder brother and I have yet to find suitable wives - him because of his schooling, and me because of training.
See, while my brother adored the power of the word, I valued the strength in the sword. Ever since I was very young I have always loved to spar. I have always had the best warriors as my teachers and I am known as one of the best sword-handlers in the land. Over years and years of training I have mastered several forms of martial arts and sword-play, though I lean towards dual daggers or no weapons other than my fists. With all my training, I managed to reach a point where I could effectively dispatch an armoured, armed opponent with only my hands and kicks - a valuable warrior with the knowledge of several different arts.
In our youth, as with all boys of the tribe, my brother and I were sent on a journey to prove ourselves as warriors. It just so came to be that my brother and I were sent to do it at the same time. We were to go alone, as is tradition, and everything was going very well. Although all I had was my blades and some water, as well as the clothes on my back, I’d undergone a great deal of training to prepare myself for that day. And everything would have gone flawlessly if not for one little misstep. See, the sands change. They are always changing - with the winds and with the earth… I was haughty - I neglected to keep mind for the environment around me - I slipped down a sand dune and in the process my blade somehow wound up piercing my leg. I was, for the first few hours, unconscious and I remained there for the entirety of the day. The sun was hot, and stuck without any way to find shade I soon ran out of water. If my brother hadn’t found me… I definitely would have perished.
My brother saved me on that day, though it is not solely because of that event that I regard him so highly. I respect him as a wise man with vast knowledge of many different things, as well as a strong warrior with good instincts. Above all, he’s my older brother and my roll model - I will always be looking up to him, as I should. Of course, since he saved me I have returned the favour. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to regard myself as a man and a warrior. When he fell ill, I travelled alone to a country far to the north to acquire a medicine that was needed to save his life. In doing so, my debt was cleared - though I know that, if I had to, I would happily do it again.
In recent years my interest in animals has grown greatly. After hearing of armies that tamed tigers and dogs to use in battle, and seeing other countries use other beasts in warfare, I became very excited to learn about these animals myself. At this point I own several exotic animals, all of which I care for on my own - a wyvern hatchling named Saadia who I found abandoned by the oasis. Her colouring was odd, which is why I assume she was abandoned, but she so far is growing up healthy under my care. In truth, however, I cannot say that I am happy solely with my animals - I’m at the peak age for marriage, and I know that it’s due time I find a woman. It’s simply a matter of finding one that will keep my interest as well as my home.
Tsiyone
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 11:29 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Aasera Elé Ibtihal [ Ah sir ah / eh lee / ee bit el ]
O t h e r N a m e s:: Just Aasera or simply Sera (sir ah)
A g e:: Twenty
B i r t h d a y:: August 13
O r i g i n:: Dža'Iftikhar in the Al'kathum [ all kah toom ] tribe
S p e c i e s:: Human
H a i r C o l o u r:: Dark red
E y e C o l o u r:: Same red as hair
H e i g h t:: 5'5"
B u i l d:: The athletic body of a dancer and a modest bust (too large and it would only get in the way!). Just nearly an hourglass shape (waist a bit too wide) but with long legs.
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual
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C h a r m s:: Pearl : Ballet Shoes : Violin : Hourglass : Spatula
C o l o u r s:: Dark Red : Yellow : Brown
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L i k e s::
☑ Music/Dance/Entertainment
☑ Freedom
☑ the Homeland/its Culture
☑ Food/Cooking
☑ Laughter/Fun/Games
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Gloom/Misery
☒ Bland food
☒ Servitude
☒ Pain/Suffering/Injury
☒ Nonsense/Stupidity
T a l e n t s:: Sera has learned many things in the way of music and dance. Since she was a child she was taught how to dance in the way of the tribe and its many styles for entertainment. She also learned, however, how to play different instruments. She has tried her hand at singing though is still far better at the other two aspects.
Q u i r k s:: does your character have something they do when nervous? Maybe they have something that makes them totally odd? Got some scars that make them cringe? Put it 'ere!
S k i l l s:: Though a dancer and musician, Sera has been taught in what was needed for her tribe as a woman. She knows the necessities for running a household from cooking to the production of woven cloth. She does not have any ability at magic, however. Only a few do.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Sera is best explained as unpredictable or simply just difficult to understand. Her actions seem to vary even in similar situations where you would expect her to act a certain way. At times she appears submissive, deceptively so. Though she does not openly disobey and definitely not violently. At times she shows anger through iciness and others through an outward sign of that anger from shouting to acting out physically (not that she can do much harm anyway). She doesn't appear to have much of a sense of humor though may come closest in sarcasm. She is generally closed off on herself but open in her interactions with people. She knows when to speak and when not to. She is not the dramatic sort and is more annoyed with it than anything else. She also doesn't tolerate stupidity for one thing and gets irritated easily. She isn't childish, having a motherly nature if you could call it that and prefers to do things herself while getting frustrated if she cannot. She likes things to go her way and will use any means necessary to do so. Unless it is a hopeless cause and she knows it. It is rare she will accept something as that. Even if she doesn't know something, she will usually pretend she does.
H i s t o r y:: As a disclaimer, for I merely an interpreter, it must be made known that my voice rather than the one I write for will likely be more prominent. Some may be lost in translation due to the nature of these cultures and due to the source I write for. It should also be noted that I also write in the way she spoke, the present tense. Though written in the present tense, these things are past occurrences and the tribe no longer exists. As best I translate and give better insight, these are her words:
The Al'kathum tribe is one that exists less apart from the other tribes. Most tribes, may it be known, have little interaction with each other except through the violence of conflict and trade. Trade of ideas, items, and services. The tribe of my birth has differed in this respect and has existed for so long because of its unique relationships with other tribes. Though not truly reliant upon them, they exist for our betterment as we for theirs. (You see, it is a symbiotic relationship in which each tribe relies on each other for their current existence. The other tribes that are in this relationship with the Al'kathum can exist as they are outside of this relationship but hand it to this tribe for their current way of life. To be outside of this relationship means being like one of the other tribes that is fully reliant upon themselves. It is a reality she easily understands but cannot easily explain. For, the Al'kathum are not warriors and thus cannot protect themselves from the hungry eyes of the other tribes that would quickly take what they have without much resistance. If they were to form up an army (as is the best word related to theirs in English) it would change the nature of their culture and society. Instead of focusing upon survival, they instead can focus upon the greater aspects of civilization, they would arguably say.)
The Al'kathum are a people of many resources and use these resources well. It is a good location and the time and skill to use what already exists. The tribes provide us with protection against the other tribes that would come after our riches that are physical and not so we could focus on these things. We pride ourselves in our great knowledge and understanding but also in our handiwork. Time, perhaps, is what the other tribes do not have for they rely on their military might. While each of us is allowed to focus upon a trade that pleases us and also betters the society as a whole. Our fabrics are of the highest quality. The livestock are cared for by ourselves so we get their wools from their flesh (these creatures do not exist in the northern nations but are very much like sheep and thus I use the term 'wool'. For future reference, they are not the same creature though in the same family). It is cared for by our hands, cured, and most importantly dyed than woven. Only the highest quality dyes and skilled hands allow beautiful patterns to be woven. Only then can these fabrics be turned into garments. Jewels that are harvested from the desert (known as the Quazi to the locals) and cared for by the cunning hands of the jewelers. Many precious metals both hard and soft are made into fine garments to be worn. We are also master craftsman of other things such as beads or finely-crafted instruments or utensils. These things are some of the many used to earn the protection and affection of these partner tribes (I have found no better translation for this, too, is a unique situation among the tribes).
More than making nice things, the Al'kathum pride ourselves in our arts, in music, in dance, in many learned things. Wise ones from other tribes and the nomadic ones come to speak and learn with the wise ones (another possible translation is 'scholar' though the position is more revered and thus my choice of words) of our own tribe. We pride ourselves in our lavish festivals for we can treat ourselves to these things. The patron god (which I could find no written word to better explain the name to this one, though I will call him Imp'rteas [pronounced: eem pah drt ee us ] from here on should he come up again. I also doubt the use of the masculine pronoun 'he' for the one she uses is neutral) is good to us to allow us such wonderful things. For ones so happy, we are all the more devout to him. Festivals celebrate his good graces and also the skill of our hands. Religion is very important within the tribe for we see the world as the devout. We are lucky Imp'rteas favors what we best love. Or perhaps we love it because he favors it.
I was one raised from a young age in the trade chosen for me by my parents, one I was glad to have even if it seems I was forced into it. (It was a common practice that children at a young age should being training in their future area of study. Since it began in their youth, it was chosen for them by their guardians. Though it may seem off topic, there would be children who did not have one chosen for them for this would mean they had no parents. Even for them in their different culture in views of humans, those who could not be supported were useless to the tribe. All was truly supported collectively but a child with no guardian would not exist as homeless but would become a servant in another household. This was the most common practice unless no homes were willing to take in a young servant at the time. Slavery existed within the tribe as well as the others. These would not grow to a different 'career' (for these were seen as god-given rather than simply a livelihood.) for they were seen as the 'forsaken'. They would remain as they are for the rest of their lives.) I was to learn how to dance for dancing is an art form and art is highly priced within the tribe unlike in others. Dance was both in praise to the patron Imp'rteas but also as entertainment. For festivals but to also win the favor of those who support us and guests. We were dancers also, not prostitutes, that should never be forgotten.
I came to this trade with another my age and we would become quick and solid friends. It was a joy to learn what I was best at and knowing my parents chose for me rightly by the grace of Imp'rteas. We learned the traditional dances of our culture but also how to become that dance, not to change it but to become its life and make it real. We became one with the music which is the breath of the earth, the cool night wind that destroys (or dispels) the heat of the unforgiving sun. The reality of our world became our song and our bodies its instruments. I learned also how to play these instruments though dance was a stronger calling. Music was more a man's trade though not apart from a woman's. (There were clear gender roles even in this tribe though less harsh than in other tribes. Women had greater rights, her own voice, and equal standing with a man in disputes though man was still superior not as a master but as a guardian, as they would attest.)
There are many things I can talk about that I have not yet. Perhaps I did not say enough. My tribe is not nomadic and we rest upon the main route that travels between the String of Pearls (neutral cities around natural wells traveling a road through the desert. This road is heavily traveled for to survive in the desert, one must live near a water source or move from water source to water source. Since no one tribe controls these wells, they are centers for trade within the land and outside of it to the north.) so our position was very influential. Many passed through our land bringing many amazing things that thrilled my youthful self and also spread our own wares. Those who have land along the road of the Pearls are wealthy always. We are rich, very rich with many things of quality including our people. In my own life I learned many things but never how to read or write, it was never important. It was not my place in life to be one of the learned wise ones though I knew many things.
There was a time when I was young, but not a child, that we were abandoned. They were no match for the tribe that came from the south. The Musjaddiq were and are a powerful warrior tribe. I did not know in my youth what had caused the abandonment but I could only guess it was fear that drove them away (With the knowledge they could not beat the Musjaddiq and that they could have the spoils of their defeat should they willingly not oppose the enemy tribe, the tribes that once protected the Al'kathum left. At least, as it was recorded. The Musjaddiq under their honor would never admit to anything beyond pure military might, especially not any sort of bribery.)
I was sold into slavery that day. It is one I remember well but will not go into great detail over for it is a grave one. Only know that many people died that day. The riches of the tribe were taken by those who were victorious and the men were all slaughtered except for the young boys and children. The women were sold into slavery if they were not chosen by masters of the Musjaddiq. I was young and so was my best friend named Kehara. We were not chosen because of our youth, I would presume, but were sold into slavery. I never saw her after that and we went our separate ways. I left the lands of my birth to go to the cold north where water fell from the sky as ice when it grew colder than even the nigh hours of the desert. I was not suited for the environment. I got sick often until my owners sent me away in annoyance. I saw only two masters before I was sent away. I have no recently found another though my health has grown better. I have not yet still grown used to this new climate. I do not think I ever will, my body and soul both yearn for the hot sands.
phantomhoofbeats
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 2:02 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Kehara Tala Minhas
O t h e r N a m e s:: Kehara, or Tala - some people call her 'Kera' or 'Kara', though she hates it
A g e:: Nineteen
B i r t h d a y:: June 4
O r i g i n:: Dža'Iftikhar of tribe Al'kathum
S p e c i e s:: Human
H a i r C o l o u r:: Naturally red
E y e C o l o u r:: Amber - a mix between a soft red and gold
H e i g h t:: 5'5"
B u i l d:: Slender and thin from years of dancing and modest eating
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual
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C o l l a r:: Leather
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Cross Bones, Music Note, Ballet Shoes, Spatula, Flame
C o l o u r s:: Dark Red, Yellow, Brown
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L i k e s::
☑ Music
☑ The night sky
☑ Fine clothing and/or food
☑ Sweet drinks
☑ Stories
D i s l i k e s::
☒ People who try to control her
☒ Restraints
☒ Rules
☒ Lies
☒ Losing
T a l e n t s:: Talents, hmm..? Well, I suppose you could say I have a 'knack' with fire. Ever since I was very, very little I could control fire. Mind you, I can't make it - my mother always said that I was special, though... that the flames would listen when I whispered to them. In truth, I just have to will it and the fire will obey. Of course, that also means I can't be burned by a flame - I'm not immune to heat, but direct contacts with flames won't cause any burns. Oh! I also have this knack for getting into mischief. It's no big deal, though.
Q u i r k s:: Quirks. Okay. Well, aside from my tendency to play with fire when I'm bored, I have a bad habit of chewing on my lip - though that's something that comes more with idle anxiety. I'm always making myself bleed that way. I also have a nervous habit of twisting my bracelets when I'm nervous or afraid in a strenuous situation - just don't tell anybody that.
S k i l l s:: Well, ah, there's the fire thing... but I guess another skill I have would be dancing. I am a very skilled dancer and also a very good singer - but I've spent a long time practicing both of those things. There's probably other things I could tell you... but I can't really think of them right now!
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Well, mischievous. That is one way to describe me. See, I have this thing against authority and following rules and I tend to, as a result, find myself in troublesome situations. Still, I have no intention of changing - after all, most of my stubbornness comes from the fact that I refuse to roll over and do as I’m told just because I’m a woman. My mother and father always told me that they wanted me to strive for what I wanted - being some man’s wife or concubine is not that. It’s not that I have anything against romance… it just has to be there, you know? I have no problems with getting married, but it has to be with a guy that respects me and loves me and treats me right…
Well, I have a bit of an affinity for the romantics. Anyways… When I’m not getting myself into trouble or fighting with the power figures I’m actually a really good person! I’m kind, caring, and extremely loyal to people I care about. I’ve been called a spit-fire - which is fitting and true - and while I’m no fighter I will give my all to protect myself and the people that I love. But because I tend to be brash I also am rather ignorant in certain regards… but that’s none of your business, either!
H i s t o r y:: Six-thirty AM, Tuesday; January twenty-ninth, year 20XX. Charles Hill translating on behalf of L’Hôtel des Esclaves. Subject is female, age nineteen… record says born on the forth of June. Name: Kehara Tala Minhas. Let it be stated that I will be interpreting to the best of my abilities but due to certain cultural differences. I will write in a way that serves best to my employer while also attempting to maintain the truth of the subject’s response. Let it also be known that the Al’kathum tribe the subject speaks of no longer exists, despite the tense in which she speaks.
My home is a fertile place, surrounded by the Quazi (this is what the locals call the Desert that surrounds the various tribes in this area), and a place of peace. My people, the Al’kathum people, worked closely with many other tribes in areas of learning and trade. We are not people of violence, we do not raise warriors, and we do not support harm and destruction. Instead our hours are spent creating beautiful things; fabrics worthy of the gods, gems polished and cut more finely than any other tribe and very wise people who are learned of many things. Others call us weak, but I have always been taught differently; our strength is that we do not succumb to rage and bloodlust as weaker men do. Perhaps that is why my parents chose my path as a dancer rather than sending me to the temples, despite my ‘gift’ — which was very apparent at a very young age, I’ll add. I suppose I must confess that, unlike the others of my clan, I am not nearly as willing to hide from things that threaten me… even as a child, when the warriors came, I tried to defend my people and my home. Like the others I was subdued fairly easily, though I was lucky to escape with my life… I was also happy to find that my dear friend, who was as a sister to me, could say the same; however we were separated a few years ago… I would like to see her again…
She and I were brought to this place together — this hellhole (I must note that this is the closest that could be translated from the subject’s native language, while it is fairly colloquial in comparison to the word originally used) that tore us apart — but we were taken by two different people. The woman who claimed to ‘own’ me wasn’t very bad, I will admit. She claimed ’bad things happen to little girls in this business’ (this was spoken in english — it is likely that the subject’s previous mistress, Eloisa Fontaine, said this to her; subject seemed unaware of the meaning of the words. This is in agreement to the claim made by Ms. Fontaine upon the return of the subject; the language barrier between the two made living with the girl any longer too difficult.), and I believe whatever that means may be why I lived with her for so long, but I have found myself back in this place again. When you give up and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*...
Tsiyone
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