ＢＡＳＩＣ ＩＮＦＯBerenice Eldri | 16 | ♀ | 5ft 4" - 132 lbＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥＢＡＣＫＧＲＯＵＮＤBerenice had the fortune - or misfortune, depending on who you ask - to be born as the only child of the well reputed, militaristic Eldri clan. Her grandfather, Olmek, rose from peasantry at a time when abled men were needed in order to fight deadly invaders. Through his blood, sweat and sheer force of will, the clan gained a spot amidst the Lions. After his death, his son and Berenice’s father, Anak, did not rest on his laurels. Instead, he built upon his father’s success by following on his footsteps as a military man. He joined the Order Sekhmet and became a decorated fighter and strategist, taking part in many battles defending the walls and ideals of Photep. Outside the battlefield, Anak is also known as a prominent philanthropist that has sponsored many projects, mostly aimed at providing a better quality of life to the people of poorer Photep neighborhoods.
All in all, one would not be at fault thinking that Berenice was literally born into wealth and, presumably, happiness. That could not be further from the truth, however. You see, what is projected outside for others to see does not necessarily mirror what goes on within the confines of a house. Her father’s so called “perfect” image is nothing but a farce in her eyes, for Berenice has seen – and felt – his true nature. Cold, calculative and resolute, Anak is a man of utmost efficiency. If someone is not up to par with his standards, he will gladly cast them aside without a second thought. The birth of Berenice was a test of his convictions and ideals, one that he never thought he’d have to face.
Berenice’s birth was not an easy affair. Her mother had multiple complications during labor, and although she had fortunately been able to safely give birth to Berenice, she was left unable to conceive ever again. The prospect of being stuck with a daughter as his only legitimate child and heir did not sit well with Anak – and that’s putting it lightly. For the first few years of her life, Berenice essentially had no father figure, as Anak refused to even lay his eyes upon her, refusing to acknowledge her as his child. She was denied exit from the family grounds and had limited contact with the outside world. After some time, however, he came to terms with his predicament, and even devised a plan in order to get as much use out of her as he could.
At age 5, Berenice was suddenly introduced to a strange man who proclaimed himself her father. Anak removed her from the main family house and brought her over to live with his “little brother’s” family. In actuality, the people she was put in care of were servants of Anak that had one simple goal, raise her to be a soldier first and foremost, then a tactician, and lastly a shrewd politician. The years that followed under her “family’s” tutelage would be nothing sort of grueling for Berenice, as she was essentially Anak’s pet project to see if he could place a woman in the upper echelons of the Order Sekhmet.
And he would have succeeded if it weren’t for Berenice developing a rebellious personality. It started around age 11, with her finding increasingly more and more ways to run away from her foster home and wander around the neighborhoods of Photep, learning more about the city and its residents. Eventually, during one of her little trips, she came across an old man who tested her aptitude in magic, a then relatively unknown concept to her. The man must’ve seen something in her as 2 days later, her father visited the foster home, and he was furious…
With magic having entered the equation, Anak's plans were foiled once more. Unfortunately for him, however, the old man that had tested Berenice's aptitude was a well known Sorcerer responsible for recruiting potential talents for the Pesedjet, and thus had marked Berenice's aptitude as very good, making her recruitment almost guaranteed - should she be able to pass the tests that is. Thus, from the age of 12 and after, on top of her regular routine, Berenice had to also learn magic theory and other relative magic subjects, all in order to prepare her for the Pesedjet.
A few years later, she officially joined the prestigious Heka, and what she encountered there was nothing short of a whole new world, one of magic and wonder such as she had never experienced before.ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹBerenice’s growing years were filled with mostly three things, military tactics, martial arts and Photepi history. Thus, it is inevitable that sense of discipline and focus would be the first two things drilled into her from an early age, since those two were deemed essential in Anak’s eyes if she were to succeed him as the head of the Eldri family. There was no playing, only play-fighting. There were no friends, only sparring partners. There were no classmates, only supervisors. Anything that girls would do at her age, Berenice was forced to do the opposite.
Hence, it’s not without reason that she developed the rebellious nature she came to have. Although she can follow commands, she will always be the first to question authority, whichever political spectrum it may come from. This can bring her at odds with people at times, and due to her stubbornness, she can be very difficult to deal with. Nevertheless, she is also very eager to learn about new things – especially magic – as her confinement during her early years has created a thirst for knowledge in her that’s seemingly unquenchable.ＡＰＴＩＴＵＤＥBerenice’s aptitude can be summed up in one word: Biomancy. Despite her attempts at learning and casting spells of other disciplines, Biomancy is the only one that she has no problems with, consistently scoring high grades in most subjects that have to do with it. It was hard for her at first to come to terms with this fact, but as she learned more about the practice, the more she came to like it. She also generally finds it really funny that her magic aptitude is yet another jab at her father since she’s more likely to be approached by the Order Khenetai for her magic than the Order Sekhmet.
Aura:The feeling of sand pelting your skin during a desert storm, unrelenting and unavoidable.ＴＵＴＥＬＡＲＹBerenice’s tutelary took the form of a yellowish-brown cobra with emerald green, glowing eyes and mouth as black as the night sky. It’s medium sized and generally always stays on Berenice’s person, curled around her arm or torso, even when sleeping. A generally lazy but curious tutelary, it first her perfectly and since the moment she summoned it, they became inseparable. Berenice named her tutelary Atum.
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Name: Radaam Esi
Age: 16
Appearance: Radaam has matured quickly, no longer the skinny long-legged boy some of his neighbours are at his age. He stands quite tall, towering over most of his peers, and his frame is solid and muscular, thanks in no small part to his dedication in honing it. The rich brown of his skin has been further deepened by a lifetime either working or training under the scorching sun, and his hands are rough and strong from both. His thick, long hair is black as river mud, and his eyes are dark as well; so dark, in fact, one may very well fail to notice they are actually blue. He does his best to look presentable in simple, loose-fitting clothing that allows him to move without getting in the way, usually made of well-used, inexpensive fabrics.
(This is certainly something fancier than Radaam has ever worn)
Background: Radaam comes from modest means. Hailing from a desert-dwelling people called the Chenzira, it was Radaam’s grandparents, along with a number of other members of their tribe, who did the arduous work of gaining Photepi citizenship and thus, leave to dwell within the city. Radaam’s family stayed where they originally settled, in a part of the city that acted like a buffer zone, a place filled with working-class (and often, recently naturalized) citizens separating the shantytowns from the middle class. Like many of their neighbours, Radaam’s parents were general labourers, working particularly as brickmakers helping to supply the ambitious infrastructure projects sanctioned by the Sekhmet. Still requiring some skill, their work was just too freelance to warrant membership in a craftsman’s fellowship. Income was modest and often irregular, but through diligent work and careful management, Radaam’s parents always ensured there was enough to get by.
Always present in Radaam’s community were the Khenetai. Often overlooked or outright ignored by his neighbours, they patrolled his area often, and were a common sight on the street. Their effect was profound; crime in Radaam’s area was rare and severely punished, and its residents thought little of sending their children to school unattended or hawking their wares in the street with minimal supervision. Radaam himself never thought of them as much more than a constant, as much a part of the streets as the lamps and paving stones, until such time that he needed their protection.
That time came one evening when he was about twelve years old. It was dusk, and his parents were hurrying to finish their work before they lost the light, with Radaam and his little sister, only six, helping as best they could. When his sister opened the kiln hatch to try and stoke the fire, the sudden rush of air spit the flames out at her, engulfing her clothes and the dry thatch she carried in flame.
Instructed by his distraught parents, Radaam ran to the street and screamed bloody murder, beckoning two Khenetai officers to his aid. They rushed back to help his sister, administering medical aid with expertise the likes of which Radaam and his family could never have hoped to provide. Radaam attributes his sister’s survival to the actions of those two Khenetai that night, and from that day on, came to see them as akin to the heroes of legend.
In the years since, Radaam developed a fierce sense of patriotism in Photep and has dreamed of being selected for the Khenetai to serve the city as his childhood heroes did. He started training his body as soon as he reasonably could, but when he showed an aptitude for magic in school, both he and his parents worked their hardest to be able to send him to a moderately respected academy of sorcery, his parents hoping sorcery would brighten his future and Radaam hoping it would make him stand out in the eyes of the Khenetai. Applying himself diligently, Radaam’s work ethic rose him through the ranks of his school, and he stands now at commencement at the top of his class, a prime candidate for the Cults - provided there’s any room left after the picking from Pesedjet is done.
Personality: With his height, muscular build and oft-present stonefaced expression, Radaam cuts a much more imposing figure than he really is. While some may mistake him for cold or even angry by his usual thoughtful frown, Radaam is actually a kind and gentle soul, happy to keep quiet while others speak and simply do what he can to help. His greatest virtue is his work ethic; Radaam will do any task, no matter how small, as if it were vitally important, and has been known to make up for any lack of innate talent with an abundance of hard work. Above all, Radaam has a strong sense of responsibility, justice, and balance; it’s a small wonder the Khenetai appeal to him so much.
Aptitude: Were Radaam attending Pesedjet, he would hardly be remarkable; however, at his smaller academy, his unwavering dedication placed him at the top of his class. He’s dabbled in all disciplines with the exception of Pyromancy and has taken a particular interest in the mysteries of Biomancy, influenced in no small part by the medicinal expertise he witnessed that fateful night with the Khenetai. Overall, Radaam will admit that he is not interested in researching magic for magic’s sake, but rather to advance how it can be applied to improve everyday life.
Tutelary: Radaam rose to the top of his class through dogged effort, and one of the things that set him apart from his peers was being the first to summon his tutelary - even if he only preceded his classmates by a few weeks. His tutelary is named Toruk, taking the form of a young desert viper in colours much more vibrant than the dusty reds and browns found in nature, with pointed scales that look to be made of obsidian and ceramic. Toruk rarely speaks, but his curious and mischievous nature is abundant in his actions, contrasting his master’s much more reserved demeanour. It is not unusual to find Toruk snooping around in someone’s satchel or a bookshelf high out of reach, and he’s prone to investigating where he shouldn’t. He listens to his master (more or less) but never acts to his detriment; in fact, Toruk is fiercely protective of Radaam, and will do all he can to aid him in his endeavours and further his ambitions - even when his ‘help’ isn’t altogether wise or warranted.
Aura: Cool, quiet dampness and calm; like the cellar of one’s childhood home, or a brief terrace reprieve from a boisterous party.
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Age: 16
Appearance: Radaam has matured quickly, no longer the skinny long-legged boy some of his neighbours are at his age. He stands quite tall, towering over most of his peers, and his frame is solid and muscular, thanks in no small part to his dedication in honing it. The rich brown of his skin has been further deepened by a lifetime either working or training under the scorching sun, and his hands are rough and strong from both. His thick, long hair is black as river mud, and his eyes are dark as well; so dark, in fact, one may very well fail to notice they are actually blue. He does his best to look presentable in simple, loose-fitting clothing that allows him to move without getting in the way, usually made of well-used, inexpensive fabrics.
(This is certainly something fancier than Radaam has ever worn)
Background: Radaam comes from modest means. Hailing from a desert-dwelling people called the Chenzira, it was Radaam’s grandparents, along with a number of other members of their tribe, who did the arduous work of gaining Photepi citizenship and thus, leave to dwell within the city. Radaam’s family stayed where they originally settled, in a part of the city that acted like a buffer zone, a place filled with working-class (and often, recently naturalized) citizens separating the shantytowns from the middle class. Like many of their neighbours, Radaam’s parents were general labourers, working particularly as brickmakers helping to supply the ambitious infrastructure projects sanctioned by the Sekhmet. Still requiring some skill, their work was just too freelance to warrant membership in a craftsman’s fellowship. Income was modest and often irregular, but through diligent work and careful management, Radaam’s parents always ensured there was enough to get by.
Always present in Radaam’s community were the Khenetai. Often overlooked or outright ignored by his neighbours, they patrolled his area often, and were a common sight on the street. Their effect was profound; crime in Radaam’s area was rare and severely punished, and its residents thought little of sending their children to school unattended or hawking their wares in the street with minimal supervision. Radaam himself never thought of them as much more than a constant, as much a part of the streets as the lamps and paving stones, until such time that he needed their protection.
That time came one evening when he was about twelve years old. It was dusk, and his parents were hurrying to finish their work before they lost the light, with Radaam and his little sister, only six, helping as best they could. When his sister opened the kiln hatch to try and stoke the fire, the sudden rush of air spit the flames out at her, engulfing her clothes and the dry thatch she carried in flame.
Instructed by his distraught parents, Radaam ran to the street and screamed bloody murder, beckoning two Khenetai officers to his aid. They rushed back to help his sister, administering medical aid with expertise the likes of which Radaam and his family could never have hoped to provide. Radaam attributes his sister’s survival to the actions of those two Khenetai that night, and from that day on, came to see them as akin to the heroes of legend.
In the years since, Radaam developed a fierce sense of patriotism in Photep and has dreamed of being selected for the Khenetai to serve the city as his childhood heroes did. He started training his body as soon as he reasonably could, but when he showed an aptitude for magic in school, both he and his parents worked their hardest to be able to send him to a moderately respected academy of sorcery, his parents hoping sorcery would brighten his future and Radaam hoping it would make him stand out in the eyes of the Khenetai. Applying himself diligently, Radaam’s work ethic rose him through the ranks of his school, and he stands now at commencement at the top of his class, a prime candidate for the Cults - provided there’s any room left after the picking from Pesedjet is done.
Personality: With his height, muscular build and oft-present stonefaced expression, Radaam cuts a much more imposing figure than he really is. While some may mistake him for cold or even angry by his usual thoughtful frown, Radaam is actually a kind and gentle soul, happy to keep quiet while others speak and simply do what he can to help. His greatest virtue is his work ethic; Radaam will do any task, no matter how small, as if it were vitally important, and has been known to make up for any lack of innate talent with an abundance of hard work. Above all, Radaam has a strong sense of responsibility, justice, and balance; it’s a small wonder the Khenetai appeal to him so much.
Aptitude: Were Radaam attending Pesedjet, he would hardly be remarkable; however, at his smaller academy, his unwavering dedication placed him at the top of his class. He’s dabbled in all disciplines with the exception of Pyromancy and has taken a particular interest in the mysteries of Biomancy, influenced in no small part by the medicinal expertise he witnessed that fateful night with the Khenetai. Overall, Radaam will admit that he is not interested in researching magic for magic’s sake, but rather to advance how it can be applied to improve everyday life.
Tutelary: Radaam rose to the top of his class through dogged effort, and one of the things that set him apart from his peers was being the first to summon his tutelary - even if he only preceded his classmates by a few weeks. His tutelary is named Toruk, taking the form of a young desert viper in colours much more vibrant than the dusty reds and browns found in nature, with pointed scales that look to be made of obsidian and ceramic. Toruk rarely speaks, but his curious and mischievous nature is abundant in his actions, contrasting his master’s much more reserved demeanour. It is not unusual to find Toruk snooping around in someone’s satchel or a bookshelf high out of reach, and he’s prone to investigating where he shouldn’t. He listens to his master (more or less) but never acts to his detriment; in fact, Toruk is fiercely protective of Radaam, and will do all he can to aid him in his endeavours and further his ambitions - even when his ‘help’ isn’t altogether wise or warranted.
Aura: Cool, quiet dampness and calm; like the cellar of one’s childhood home, or a brief terrace reprieve from a boisterous party.
Other:
- As stoic as he is, one might not expect that his sister's ordeal eight years ago actually made Radaam afraid fire. He won't turn heel and run from the cookfire, but he gives torches a wide berth, and Pyromancy is off the table.
The Chenzira, or Chenziri people (meaning “journeyers” in their old language) are a swath of desert-dwelling nomads split into various smaller tribes, not entirely unlike the original Aemeni in lifestyle. Despite this similarity, the Chenzira are culturally distinct from the Aemeni; among other differences, they travel in smaller groups of 20-50 people and lack the Aemeni’s predisposition to magic, making up for it in rich spiritual belief and tradition. Principally, the Chenzira’s religious beliefs revolve around the worship (and revulsion) of animals. Most potently, rodents are reviled as ill omens and bringers of sickness and bad luck, and are universally despised; a campsite infested with rats, for example, is considered dirty and an invitation for bad fortune, and would be passed over. Similarly, those animals who kill rodents - principally snakes, cats, and birds of prey - are revered as symbols of good luck and protection, valued for their skill in driving out evil. As such, it is common to find snake charmers and falconers among the Chenzira, and one would be hard-pressed to find a Chenziri family without at least one cat. Purposefully harming any of these animals is a cultural taboo, punished by anything from ostracization to outright exile.
Chenziri theology surrounding all types of animals is vast and colourful, but the cat, snake, and bird of prey (usually represented as a hawk or a falcon) are revered above all others. All three are equal in prestige and valued by all Chenzira, but each Chenziri family line is considered to be specifically guarded by one of the three. Radaam’s family, for example, is guarded by the snake; small wonder, then, that his tutelary manifested as a viper.
Despite Photepi society at large generally considering animal worship primitive, Chenziri citizens of Photep still diligently practice their nameless religion all the same. Their beliefs are quite harmless and non-invasive, and thus usually get little worse than a strange look or patronizing comment from Photepi people outside their communities.
Chenziri theology surrounding all types of animals is vast and colourful, but the cat, snake, and bird of prey (usually represented as a hawk or a falcon) are revered above all others. All three are equal in prestige and valued by all Chenzira, but each Chenziri family line is considered to be specifically guarded by one of the three. Radaam’s family, for example, is guarded by the snake; small wonder, then, that his tutelary manifested as a viper.
Despite Photepi society at large generally considering animal worship primitive, Chenziri citizens of Photep still diligently practice their nameless religion all the same. Their beliefs are quite harmless and non-invasive, and thus usually get little worse than a strange look or patronizing comment from Photepi people outside their communities.
Name: Khaemtir Maryatum
Age: 16
Appearance: Preferring to wear flowing, colorful silks over cotton, Khaemtir dresses to his social standing in a flashy style. His accessories are usually gold, and he wears a lot with his piercings that his mother has been trying to dissuade him from keeping, but rarely display any sort of gem unless the occasion demands it. He stands just under 5’ 10”, a little shorter than his father and average for his classmates, but he is broad shouldered and muscular, the result of hard training and an athletic nature. HIs cheerful disposition is easily apparent, between the perpetual sparkle in brown eyes and the smile he keeps most everywhere he goes.
Background: Stretching back to the founding of Phetop, the Maryatum family considers themselves a pillar of the great city. They fanatically keep their lineage well documented back to the days before the Crimson King and a list of the achievements of each member. They drill their history into each generation, ensuring the traditions that made their family so great endure unchanged through the centuries. While this makes them come off as rigid and old fashioned, the Maryatums consider it preserving history in a world where progress threatens to consume it. They’ve maintained Lordship over the same trade district since the founding of the city and their influence is obvious; although modern building materials have been admitted, buildings and stalls are still required to replicate the original architecture of the city as closely as possible.
The early matriarchs of the family helped establish the Red Orders under the direction of the Crimson King and they’ve maintained a presence in them ever since, prompting the family to teach combat and math through private tutors in addition to their children’s regular education. The call of service is the highest honor, with Lord Pimay Maryatum commanding a position of some authority in the Order Sehkmet, but it isn’t the only path for the family to take. Those who aren’t called serve under the current matriarch, Lady Kiya Maryatum, and focus on maintaining the family’s business and social standings. They’re known for hosting large charity events in traditional Phetopian style that benefit educational and low income housing social services.
Khaemtir is the youngest of three, two sisters older than him by ten and eight years respectively. His eldest sister is a double of their mother, focused and determined and set in the past. She serves at their mother’s side faithfully and loves the city beyond most Lions. His other sister serves one of the Red Orders but Khaemtir has learned to stop asking about her work. The last time he did, she’d taken one piece from every game set he owned and it drove him insane. The expectations for Khaemtir were blessedly low; all of the required roles are filled which left him far more flexibility than his siblings. He grew up slipping away from tutors and lessons with little repercussion but with low expectations also comes little attention despite fulfilling the youngest sibling role perfectly. His grades were satisfactory, his mother far too fearsome for anything less, but they rarely held his interest, disappearing to his friends instead. He was permitted the freedom so long as his grades stayed up and his actions didn’t bring shame to the family name.
That changed when his affinity for magic made itself known. Only three other Maryatums ever became Sorcerers and none of them were living. The expectations suddenly exploded as his parents threw him head first into the Pesedjet. The change was jarring and he struggled with the adjustment to the stifling requirements but the fact that it was magic made it a little easier. Going from the extra child to something unique present quite a challenge as his carefree personality clashed with his studies.
But it was also the motivation he needed. Going from nothing to somebody in the family changed the entire dynamic and he took to magic like a fish to water. He learned and consumed everything he could and, while he could never be considered a great scholar by far, his passion for the subject couldn’t be denied.
Personality: Carefree, attention seeking, and mischievous, Khaemtir is a younger sibling through and through. He’s flirty and social, flitting from one conversation to another in an unbroken chain through the day. He’s energetic and upbeat which lends him to preferring physical activities over his studies. Most of the time when he isn’t pouring over his magical studies or when he’s avoiding the boring ones, he’s practicing his family’s sword techniques, playing some game in the sun with his friends, or working out. His devotion to magic is an anomaly as any of his family tutors would tell you but it’s clear he is dedicated to his craft as it’s a topic of discussion that he could go on for hours if someone lets him.
Unfortunately, his cushioned lifestyle makes him come off as insensitive sometimes. His upbringing was dedicated to the matters of the old aristocracy and he surrounded himself with them. He often fails to understand issues outside of that scope which leads to poor conversation with those outside of his social class. More than once he’s stepped on someone’s toes and struggled to give out an apology for something he didn’t understand.
Aptitude: Surprising everyone, including himself, Khaemtir’s potential for magical practice has shown itself stunningly. Khaemtir’s aptitude and passion has seen him excel in nearly every Pesedjir curriculum except one glaring, failing exception: Biomancy, something that makes him retch at the thought of it. Pyromancy has had his heart from day one and the eve of his commencement has done nothing but stoke the passion.
Tutelary: Udjebten’s summoning was unexpected. Khaemtir was ready for the spell to take some work but instead Udjebten appeared as if she had always been there and was just waiting to be seen. She took the form of a baby hippo with three eyes, one made of ruby, one of sapphire, and one of emerald, and is a delicate balance of maternal instinct and aggression. She dotes on him, insisting he take care of himself and demanding he keep better habits, but her advice on most problems are usually straightforward and violent. Someone insulted you? It’s hard to talk without a jaw. Someone forgot to do their part for a project? A little fire never hurt anyone. Udjebten has taken a liking to his mother and her advice sounds more and more like her everyday, much to Khaemtir’s chagrin.
Aura: The excitement of a child on their namesday waiting to open their first present.
Age: 16
Appearance: Preferring to wear flowing, colorful silks over cotton, Khaemtir dresses to his social standing in a flashy style. His accessories are usually gold, and he wears a lot with his piercings that his mother has been trying to dissuade him from keeping, but rarely display any sort of gem unless the occasion demands it. He stands just under 5’ 10”, a little shorter than his father and average for his classmates, but he is broad shouldered and muscular, the result of hard training and an athletic nature. HIs cheerful disposition is easily apparent, between the perpetual sparkle in brown eyes and the smile he keeps most everywhere he goes.
Background: Stretching back to the founding of Phetop, the Maryatum family considers themselves a pillar of the great city. They fanatically keep their lineage well documented back to the days before the Crimson King and a list of the achievements of each member. They drill their history into each generation, ensuring the traditions that made their family so great endure unchanged through the centuries. While this makes them come off as rigid and old fashioned, the Maryatums consider it preserving history in a world where progress threatens to consume it. They’ve maintained Lordship over the same trade district since the founding of the city and their influence is obvious; although modern building materials have been admitted, buildings and stalls are still required to replicate the original architecture of the city as closely as possible.
The early matriarchs of the family helped establish the Red Orders under the direction of the Crimson King and they’ve maintained a presence in them ever since, prompting the family to teach combat and math through private tutors in addition to their children’s regular education. The call of service is the highest honor, with Lord Pimay Maryatum commanding a position of some authority in the Order Sehkmet, but it isn’t the only path for the family to take. Those who aren’t called serve under the current matriarch, Lady Kiya Maryatum, and focus on maintaining the family’s business and social standings. They’re known for hosting large charity events in traditional Phetopian style that benefit educational and low income housing social services.
Khaemtir is the youngest of three, two sisters older than him by ten and eight years respectively. His eldest sister is a double of their mother, focused and determined and set in the past. She serves at their mother’s side faithfully and loves the city beyond most Lions. His other sister serves one of the Red Orders but Khaemtir has learned to stop asking about her work. The last time he did, she’d taken one piece from every game set he owned and it drove him insane. The expectations for Khaemtir were blessedly low; all of the required roles are filled which left him far more flexibility than his siblings. He grew up slipping away from tutors and lessons with little repercussion but with low expectations also comes little attention despite fulfilling the youngest sibling role perfectly. His grades were satisfactory, his mother far too fearsome for anything less, but they rarely held his interest, disappearing to his friends instead. He was permitted the freedom so long as his grades stayed up and his actions didn’t bring shame to the family name.
That changed when his affinity for magic made itself known. Only three other Maryatums ever became Sorcerers and none of them were living. The expectations suddenly exploded as his parents threw him head first into the Pesedjet. The change was jarring and he struggled with the adjustment to the stifling requirements but the fact that it was magic made it a little easier. Going from the extra child to something unique present quite a challenge as his carefree personality clashed with his studies.
But it was also the motivation he needed. Going from nothing to somebody in the family changed the entire dynamic and he took to magic like a fish to water. He learned and consumed everything he could and, while he could never be considered a great scholar by far, his passion for the subject couldn’t be denied.
Personality: Carefree, attention seeking, and mischievous, Khaemtir is a younger sibling through and through. He’s flirty and social, flitting from one conversation to another in an unbroken chain through the day. He’s energetic and upbeat which lends him to preferring physical activities over his studies. Most of the time when he isn’t pouring over his magical studies or when he’s avoiding the boring ones, he’s practicing his family’s sword techniques, playing some game in the sun with his friends, or working out. His devotion to magic is an anomaly as any of his family tutors would tell you but it’s clear he is dedicated to his craft as it’s a topic of discussion that he could go on for hours if someone lets him.
Unfortunately, his cushioned lifestyle makes him come off as insensitive sometimes. His upbringing was dedicated to the matters of the old aristocracy and he surrounded himself with them. He often fails to understand issues outside of that scope which leads to poor conversation with those outside of his social class. More than once he’s stepped on someone’s toes and struggled to give out an apology for something he didn’t understand.
Aptitude: Surprising everyone, including himself, Khaemtir’s potential for magical practice has shown itself stunningly. Khaemtir’s aptitude and passion has seen him excel in nearly every Pesedjir curriculum except one glaring, failing exception: Biomancy, something that makes him retch at the thought of it. Pyromancy has had his heart from day one and the eve of his commencement has done nothing but stoke the passion.
Tutelary: Udjebten’s summoning was unexpected. Khaemtir was ready for the spell to take some work but instead Udjebten appeared as if she had always been there and was just waiting to be seen. She took the form of a baby hippo with three eyes, one made of ruby, one of sapphire, and one of emerald, and is a delicate balance of maternal instinct and aggression. She dotes on him, insisting he take care of himself and demanding he keep better habits, but her advice on most problems are usually straightforward and violent. Someone insulted you? It’s hard to talk without a jaw. Someone forgot to do their part for a project? A little fire never hurt anyone. Udjebten has taken a liking to his mother and her advice sounds more and more like her everyday, much to Khaemtir’s chagrin.
Aura: The excitement of a child on their namesday waiting to open their first present.
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Name: Khotanebre Bekenamun
Age: 16
Appearance: Kho's appearance puts his less than pure Aemeni heritage on full display, with carmine hair and a complexion far more olive than it is tan. He still has a boyish fragility to his features, with feminine eyelashes and baggy clothing only serving to make him look more diminutive despite being around average height for his age. He typically dresses in brightly dyed robes to create less of a jarring contrast with his hair.
Background: The House of Bekenamun is an established but relatively unimportant facet of the aristocracy from the earliest waves of non-Aemeni tribesmen to Photep, more known for their military contribution to the Red Orders than any political influence or exceptional wealth that other noble families might hold. The family produces magically-inclined children fairly regularly, much to the chagrin of many Bekenamun patriarchs trying to choose their successor, and quite a few of them throughout the lineage's history have had the distinction of serving in the Orders Sekhmet and Khenetai. Khotanebre is the secondborn son of the current Lord Bekenamun and was raised in a comfortable manner befitting a young noble, as he would've been next in line for inheritance should his older brother have ended up presenting an affinity for sorcery. Coincidentally, it was Kho that ended up showing magical talent instead, and his family wasted little time in pushing him into the Pesedjet with every bit of influence they had. He was a diligent and capable student of magic, though he didn't particularly stand out amongst the impressiveness of his peers at such a prestigious institution. Not that it bothered him; Kho had few aspirations aside from a vague familial hope that he'd be selected for one of the Red Orders and a desire to be simply be useful to the Photepi people wherever he was assigned.
Personality: Kho is generally polite and superficially mild-mannered, though there's a restless energeticism bubbling just under the surface, waiting to erupt in animated movements and enthusiasm whenever he finds something that excites him. Politically, his Lion upbringing clearly shows through; as far as Kho is concerned, Photep is the greatest civilization that will ever exist, its prosperity is of the utmost importance, and none are more fit to lead it there than the aristocracy that have led the city this far to begin with. He sees the academics that compose his political opposition as important, but ultimately arrogant. Not because he considers them trying to rise above their station, but because his view on magic is a decently humble one, believing that sorcerers are - and likely always will be - the metaphysical equivalent of children playing with blocks compared to the entities of the Aether. He truly believes in the heaven-sent origin of the Crimson King, and yet even His Majesty must draw his power from that realm; which Kho takes as reason to believe that even stronger entities exist out there somewhere. Nevertheless, he's excited for his role as a sorcerer and to be able to twist the energies of the Aether to Photep's benefit.
Aptitude: Kho's excitability lends itself well to pyromancy, with his magic manifesting just as explosively as his sudden episodes of enthusiasm do. He's a fairly average practitioner of magic in other fields, but he picked up on shooting little flames around remarkably quick.
Tutelary: Recently summoned, Tekenkhasut takes the form of a stern-eyed falcon, typically adorned in a colorful little scarf to match with his master. Despite what his rigid appearance may suggest, Tekenkhasut has a propensity toward acting mischievous, if not outright obnoxious. He exhibits a certain fondness for destruction and mayhem, constantly pushing Kho toward the more combative aspects of pyromancy and magic in general. While this may sound sadistic, the familiar is self-admittedly more interested in the resulting light show than deriving any satisfaction from hurting people, and his suggestions are usually harmless beyond minor property damage.
Aura: Hot water, bubbling yet utterly silent, in a covered pot on the cusp of boiling over, only to be prevented from doing so by the lid.
Age: 16
Appearance: Kho's appearance puts his less than pure Aemeni heritage on full display, with carmine hair and a complexion far more olive than it is tan. He still has a boyish fragility to his features, with feminine eyelashes and baggy clothing only serving to make him look more diminutive despite being around average height for his age. He typically dresses in brightly dyed robes to create less of a jarring contrast with his hair.
Background: The House of Bekenamun is an established but relatively unimportant facet of the aristocracy from the earliest waves of non-Aemeni tribesmen to Photep, more known for their military contribution to the Red Orders than any political influence or exceptional wealth that other noble families might hold. The family produces magically-inclined children fairly regularly, much to the chagrin of many Bekenamun patriarchs trying to choose their successor, and quite a few of them throughout the lineage's history have had the distinction of serving in the Orders Sekhmet and Khenetai. Khotanebre is the secondborn son of the current Lord Bekenamun and was raised in a comfortable manner befitting a young noble, as he would've been next in line for inheritance should his older brother have ended up presenting an affinity for sorcery. Coincidentally, it was Kho that ended up showing magical talent instead, and his family wasted little time in pushing him into the Pesedjet with every bit of influence they had. He was a diligent and capable student of magic, though he didn't particularly stand out amongst the impressiveness of his peers at such a prestigious institution. Not that it bothered him; Kho had few aspirations aside from a vague familial hope that he'd be selected for one of the Red Orders and a desire to be simply be useful to the Photepi people wherever he was assigned.
Personality: Kho is generally polite and superficially mild-mannered, though there's a restless energeticism bubbling just under the surface, waiting to erupt in animated movements and enthusiasm whenever he finds something that excites him. Politically, his Lion upbringing clearly shows through; as far as Kho is concerned, Photep is the greatest civilization that will ever exist, its prosperity is of the utmost importance, and none are more fit to lead it there than the aristocracy that have led the city this far to begin with. He sees the academics that compose his political opposition as important, but ultimately arrogant. Not because he considers them trying to rise above their station, but because his view on magic is a decently humble one, believing that sorcerers are - and likely always will be - the metaphysical equivalent of children playing with blocks compared to the entities of the Aether. He truly believes in the heaven-sent origin of the Crimson King, and yet even His Majesty must draw his power from that realm; which Kho takes as reason to believe that even stronger entities exist out there somewhere. Nevertheless, he's excited for his role as a sorcerer and to be able to twist the energies of the Aether to Photep's benefit.
Aptitude: Kho's excitability lends itself well to pyromancy, with his magic manifesting just as explosively as his sudden episodes of enthusiasm do. He's a fairly average practitioner of magic in other fields, but he picked up on shooting little flames around remarkably quick.
Tutelary: Recently summoned, Tekenkhasut takes the form of a stern-eyed falcon, typically adorned in a colorful little scarf to match with his master. Despite what his rigid appearance may suggest, Tekenkhasut has a propensity toward acting mischievous, if not outright obnoxious. He exhibits a certain fondness for destruction and mayhem, constantly pushing Kho toward the more combative aspects of pyromancy and magic in general. While this may sound sadistic, the familiar is self-admittedly more interested in the resulting light show than deriving any satisfaction from hurting people, and his suggestions are usually harmless beyond minor property damage.
Aura: Hot water, bubbling yet utterly silent, in a covered pot on the cusp of boiling over, only to be prevented from doing so by the lid.
Name: Sirvan Nouzari
Age: 16
Appearance: Short black hair with gray eyes and with coffee-colored skin. He is an average height for his age with an above-average build. Sirvan dresses modestly but, a bit minimal based clothing due to his clan's culture. Along with having a tattoo of his clan's symbol on his right shoulder which he keeps bare of clothing to show it proudly.
Background: Sirvan's family used to be a clan of nomadic horsemen called the Nouzari that had decided to live in Phetop decades ago. It was his grandparents and others of his clan that made the effort to gain citizenship and integrate into Phetop's society. Where his clan would settle in a district in the southern part of the city, near the southern gate of the city.
When it became known that Sirvan had the potential to be a sorcerer was met with mixed reception from his clan. For after an incident with a magic-user before the clan moved to Phetop. The clan has seen magic with disdain and which after moving to Phetop. This has lessened somewhat but, the stigma remains. Thus, some of the clan started to stop seeing Sirvan and shunned him.
Sirvan himself thought of being a Sorcerer was one with distinction and was excited to learn more and to use magic. Sirvan found that he excelled at and earn high marks with his teachers. Ever curious about magic, he read as much as he could about the magic disciplines while learning to use the different disciplines. Which his proudest moment was when he managed to summon his tutelary ahead of his classmates. Now he hopes to be inducted into one of the Cults and continue his path to becoming a Sorcerer.
Personality: Sirvan growing up has always been an inquisitive person. Curious about the world both inside and outside of Phetop. He tends to like to study alone though he does enjoy the company of others. Along with being rather kind and friendly to the people around him. He holds his clan in high esteem and is proud of his heritage but, won't preach about it likes some of his clanmates. Also, once he sets his mind on something, it can hard for people to dissuade him from that task or idea.
Aptitude: While at Presedjet, he has the experience and has daddled with all of the magic disciplines. He shows most promise with pyromancy, favoring controlling lighting over fire. Also shows promise in telekinesis.
Tutelary: Being named Amata and taking the form of a large falcon with kyanite gemstones for eyes. Since Sirvan summoned her, Amata has treated him like a loving sibling. Making he does not forget important things and likes to spend time with him. Also, the occasional teasing to get a rise out of him. Amata also so hates cramp rooms as they restrict her ability to fly and sometimes rests on Sirvan's shoulder while he is walking.
Aura: The excitement of discovering something new, a warm and pleasant sensation.
Age: 16
Appearance: Short black hair with gray eyes and with coffee-colored skin. He is an average height for his age with an above-average build. Sirvan dresses modestly but, a bit minimal based clothing due to his clan's culture. Along with having a tattoo of his clan's symbol on his right shoulder which he keeps bare of clothing to show it proudly.
Background: Sirvan's family used to be a clan of nomadic horsemen called the Nouzari that had decided to live in Phetop decades ago. It was his grandparents and others of his clan that made the effort to gain citizenship and integrate into Phetop's society. Where his clan would settle in a district in the southern part of the city, near the southern gate of the city.
When it became known that Sirvan had the potential to be a sorcerer was met with mixed reception from his clan. For after an incident with a magic-user before the clan moved to Phetop. The clan has seen magic with disdain and which after moving to Phetop. This has lessened somewhat but, the stigma remains. Thus, some of the clan started to stop seeing Sirvan and shunned him.
Sirvan himself thought of being a Sorcerer was one with distinction and was excited to learn more and to use magic. Sirvan found that he excelled at and earn high marks with his teachers. Ever curious about magic, he read as much as he could about the magic disciplines while learning to use the different disciplines. Which his proudest moment was when he managed to summon his tutelary ahead of his classmates. Now he hopes to be inducted into one of the Cults and continue his path to becoming a Sorcerer.
Personality: Sirvan growing up has always been an inquisitive person. Curious about the world both inside and outside of Phetop. He tends to like to study alone though he does enjoy the company of others. Along with being rather kind and friendly to the people around him. He holds his clan in high esteem and is proud of his heritage but, won't preach about it likes some of his clanmates. Also, once he sets his mind on something, it can hard for people to dissuade him from that task or idea.
Aptitude: While at Presedjet, he has the experience and has daddled with all of the magic disciplines. He shows most promise with pyromancy, favoring controlling lighting over fire. Also shows promise in telekinesis.
Tutelary: Being named Amata and taking the form of a large falcon with kyanite gemstones for eyes. Since Sirvan summoned her, Amata has treated him like a loving sibling. Making he does not forget important things and likes to spend time with him. Also, the occasional teasing to get a rise out of him. Amata also so hates cramp rooms as they restrict her ability to fly and sometimes rests on Sirvan's shoulder while he is walking.
Aura: The excitement of discovering something new, a warm and pleasant sensation.
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Sarahi Parvaneh
Age:
16
Appearance:
Height: 5'7"
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gray
Skintone: Olive
Background:
A little more than sixteen years ago, a man by the name of Sa'd had doubts about his bride-to-be--the marriage was one of convenience to both of them, signifying a union of wealth. Instead of owning up to these doubts, he decided to chase one of the servants' daughters, and after one last fling, he felt he could move forward. Unfortunately for him, the woman wound up pregnant. Preferring not to have his marriage blown up (and risking his wealth), he and the woman, Bahiti, came to an agreement: so long as he financially supported her and her child, she would keep his secret and make sure no one knew the child was his. Unfortunately for Sa'd, Bahiti saw their child as a ticket to a life of luxury and made sure to use that to its fullest, demanding nothing but the best under the guise of giving their daughter the life she deserved.
Sarahi saw things much differently.
With Bahiti's stubbornness and Sarahi wanting nothing to do with either parent after the truth came to light, the two clashed more often then not. The luxuries Bahiti enjoyed became an addiction, and she was all too willing to push Sarahi to show up at her father's estate more than once. Sarahi turned to school and dancing for her escape, happy to drown herself in books and lessons to get her mind off her home life. When she wasn't in school, she was out in the streets performing. Magic came as a welcome surprise and one more thing she embraced to occupy her time. In an effort to further her studying, she met with her father once, privately: she'd agree to never show up around him nor ask him for anything if he would fund her schooling. Surprisingly, he agreed, and Sarahi kept true to her word and wound up at a private institution for magic in her district.
Eventually, her relationship with her mother deteriorated fully, but by that time, Sarahi had fully embraced the idea of being a sorcerer and getting as far away from her home as humanly possible. It was a little more 'secure' than her hopes of finding a troupe to run away with, but for now she would focus on mastering her skills.
Sarahi saw things much differently.
With Bahiti's stubbornness and Sarahi wanting nothing to do with either parent after the truth came to light, the two clashed more often then not. The luxuries Bahiti enjoyed became an addiction, and she was all too willing to push Sarahi to show up at her father's estate more than once. Sarahi turned to school and dancing for her escape, happy to drown herself in books and lessons to get her mind off her home life. When she wasn't in school, she was out in the streets performing. Magic came as a welcome surprise and one more thing she embraced to occupy her time. In an effort to further her studying, she met with her father once, privately: she'd agree to never show up around him nor ask him for anything if he would fund her schooling. Surprisingly, he agreed, and Sarahi kept true to her word and wound up at a private institution for magic in her district.
Eventually, her relationship with her mother deteriorated fully, but by that time, Sarahi had fully embraced the idea of being a sorcerer and getting as far away from her home as humanly possible. It was a little more 'secure' than her hopes of finding a troupe to run away with, but for now she would focus on mastering her skills.
Personality:
Sarahi is an aloof young woman who takes solace in silence and is perfectly fine with keeping to herself. She comes off as distant and anti-social at best and cold and uncaring at worst; even normal interactions with people 'close' to her don't seem to change that. There is little that seems to get a reaction out of her, often taking things in stride and easily accepting even the worst outcomes--that much comes from an unhealthy amount of pessimism she carries with her.
Very few things in life elicit a muted reaction, and they are magic, dancing, and her family. The first two are the closest things to passion as they can be; she was initially unsure about having the ability to use magic, but by the time she graduated she came to embrace it. She claims dancing is just a hobby to let out steam, but it's obvious by her talent that she does at least enjoy it. Her family, on the other hand, is a sore topic, and while she doesn't bother hiding her murky lineage, it comes with nothing but contempt and bitterness on her end. That said, Sarahi feels that magic is the solution to her problems, and is all too eager to fulfill her role and become a proper sorceress.
Very few things in life elicit a muted reaction, and they are magic, dancing, and her family. The first two are the closest things to passion as they can be; she was initially unsure about having the ability to use magic, but by the time she graduated she came to embrace it. She claims dancing is just a hobby to let out steam, but it's obvious by her talent that she does at least enjoy it. Her family, on the other hand, is a sore topic, and while she doesn't bother hiding her murky lineage, it comes with nothing but contempt and bitterness on her end. That said, Sarahi feels that magic is the solution to her problems, and is all too eager to fulfill her role and become a proper sorceress.
Aptitude:
Sarahi finds her aptitude leaning towards the mental magics of telekinesis and telepathy, with more emphasis on the first--the former in particular comes from her own desire to master it. That said, the other disciplines are about average with the exception of a struggle with pyromancy (not that she cares).
Tutelary:
Sarahi's tutelary has manifested in what is called 'Diadem'--at least, that is what they call themselves. It appears as a mass of tiny, iridescent butterflies that tend to flutter around without a care, their sizes ranging from about the size of a fingernail to a child's fist. They have the capability to unite and transform into one 'massive' butterfly roughly the size of one's head, but appear unable to speak as their voices come out as a sound akin to tingling bells, communicating mentally instead. Their delicate bodies seem to operate as a hive mind, speaking in unison at all times. They bask in all sorts of light but seem to particularly enjoy moonlight best, continuously glowing softly and leaving behind tiny light particles as they move.
Diadem operates on gratitude for being pulled out of their world and have a 'life debt' with Sarahi, treating her with reverence. They do not hesitate when they are called and are openly fond of her. There is a sense of consistent but quiet cheerfulness, though they are very clingy. Usually on the calmer side, they're happy to communicate with anyone and everyone. They tend to be wary around any creatures that can fly, as their natural predator is a being with wings that likes to snack on their light.
Diadem operates on gratitude for being pulled out of their world and have a 'life debt' with Sarahi, treating her with reverence. They do not hesitate when they are called and are openly fond of her. There is a sense of consistent but quiet cheerfulness, though they are very clingy. Usually on the calmer side, they're happy to communicate with anyone and everyone. They tend to be wary around any creatures that can fly, as their natural predator is a being with wings that likes to snack on their light.
Aura:
A sudden cold chill you get when waking up in the middle of the night.
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Ishara
Name: Ishara Thumotep
Age: 16
Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/YZZUBFk.jpg
Background:
A girl born to a sacred prostitute working from the main temple of the goddess Ishari, and fathered by an unidentified Sorcerer, Ishara was simply one child among many who was born into these sorts of circumstances. It wasn't uncommon for the temple's sacred prostitutes to get pregnant, it likewise wasn't generally common either due to special practices used by these women and priestesses to avoid getting pregnant in the first place. In the end, however, this left Ishara to be treated and raised as other such children born at the goddess' temple are. For the first few years of her life, she was brought up in the temple itself in the care of her mother and other priestesses there, a probationary period allowed so those like her can grow up enough to be sent off to live with a relative. However, in this regard there was a catch. There were no living maternal relatives left for her to live with...and likewise her 'father' and his family had never even remotely showed themselves or otherwise been a part of her life. The temple could not indefinitely keep her, however, due to the limited living space and supplies there set aside for just the goddess' priestesses/clergy.
Ultimately, however, her mother got somewhat desperate to ensure her daughter a safe future. She eventually took to getting her child tested for a magical potential, as perhaps the path of a Sorcerer would offer her something at least, and in this the surprising discovery of her deep and profound magical potential was made. Had she not proven to have such talents and potential to make her more desirable, her life would have been to go into one of the orphanages of Photep. Even so, her fate was eventually bound to that of an old friend and contact of her mother: Aramina Thumotep, a philanthropic and influential Coptaric-Aemeni blooded noblewoman. The noblewoman pitied the poor child's situation, though it was Ishara's raw magical potential that left the noblewoman feeling confident enough to take her in and truly raise her as her own.
From here came the naturally expected years of magical education programs and preparation to put the young girl into only the best school for a budding potential Sorcerer: Pesedjet. It was her adoptive mother's way to try to ensure "the best possible future for her", and the natural beauty of Ishara seemed to synergize well with a noble upbringing. She was at least allowed to go see her birth mother at times as well over these years, gaining some wisdom and comfort from her in time, but her adoptive parent was otherwise rather insistent on her studies and work to ensure her a bright future. Whilst her adoptive mother notes in hindsight in current times that "I might have put her on the path to becoming a workaholic", at the same time she has shown nothing but pride in her adoptive daughter and has become rather close to her. Ishara did eventually did get into Pesedjet as well, pursuing her studies and excelling in her courses with a sort of grace until she graduated near the top of her class. Whilst some might attribute her adoptive mother and her great potential as reasons, it was through hard work and her own talents combined that Ishara worked her way to nearly reach the top of her class.
However, with the looming Commencement to come and her further magical education...it is safe to say she is a bit nervous about her prospects.
Personality:
A genuinely kind and hard-working individual who respects hard work in turn, all whilst generally being a relaxed and approach-able type of person. The kind of individual who is capable of sitting and listening to others if they need an ear. That being noted, however, Ishara is someone who also takes her work seriously...making her both useful but also potentially rather annoying when it comes to something like a ‘group project’. Likewise she can be rather stubborn and potentially overexert at times, much to the chagrin of those who know her best. She is someone who even feels she has to prove herself, to work hard for it, even if it pushes herself to the very edge or over in the process. In this sense one might call her a "potential future workaholic". Further, to speak ill if those she considers ‘family’ (birth mother and the other priestesses, Aramina) is something that can more easily get under her skin and incite her despite her usually more self-controlled nature. Likewise getting worked up enough about something can tap into her angry side that bit more. She does not hesitate, however, to stand up for what she feels to be right...albeit this in tandem with her stubbornness and getting worked up enough can make her quite the fearsome 'spitfire' indeed.
Ishara feels that magic itself is something that she wishes to push the envelope of out of a personal interest in it, to go further beyond with, and then see what can be used to help others. For, in the end, her philosophy is that magic is itself inherently “a tool by which man can improve the lives of others”. That being said, in regards to the looming Commencement she does feel a bit anxious and nervous about which Cult or Cults might take an interest in her. If any of them.
Aptitude:
A proper prodigy in her own right, drilled to apply hard work to her craft and learning but possessing a potent talent and potential her teachers back at Pesedjet compared to past historical masters of sorcery. As someone who graduated very close to the top of her class, which is rather saying something for those coming from Pesedjet, her grades and skills have been lauded as well as exceeded all expectations initially had of her. While not the topmost ‘prodigy of prodigies’ in all areas, however, Ishara’s talents and aptitude for Divination stand out as the most exceptional indeed.
Yet in truth, her interests lie in a desire to go to the “bleeding edge” of magical studies at some point. She has an especial curiosity about the effects of magic on the passage of time to boot.
Tutelary: (She has not yet summoned her Tutelary)
A leaner jackal-shaped creature with an...odd form to say the least. Its body is very defined in shape indeed, but is on the other hand composed of a strange, mysterious, inky black and shifting darkness like unto the darkest of nights. Within the darkness of its body is reflected the appearance of the clear night sky and the stars and cosmos scattered about within it, so crystal clear and vivid in appearance that some could call it “truly breathtaking”. Its two ‘primary’ eyes are outlined with a gold-colored runic symbol design and are as red as crimson blood spilt upon ruddy dunes, though at times other red eyes like these can suddenly appear upon the rest of its body without warning and open and close and look about seemingly at the creature’s will and own behest.
It has a long, Sha-like whip-like tail that forks into a "V" at the end with these two 'end segments' each having a golden tip on their ends that is as sharp and dangerous as metal (this tail can be literally used as a whip too, dangerously so). Golden bands engraved with odd runes and glyphs are also worn on each of this creature's four paws as well, and it is of note that its mouth is filled with sharp golden teeth of a deadly and carnivorous-looking sort. His claws, too, are that deep gold color to boot.
Taking the name of "Sekoth", this being is an oddly proud yet calculating creature more akin to a noble or a king than anything. He holds himself with a sense of pride no matter the situation, naturally carrying himself this way, and despite the circumstances of his master's birth and life he frankly seems to care for her rather genuinely. He also is also the Tutelary once wielded by her great-great grandmother, a Sorcerer herself, though his reasons for seeking out to partner with Ishara (a descendant of his original master) will remain for the time being ultimately unspoken and frankly unsaid on his part. He is an enigma, truly, in that regard.
Sekoth is also apt to observe situations and goings-on in general silence, at least before sometimes piping in or commenting on things (whether others want him to or not) as he pleases. Even his master is not free from this commentary and behavior. Though beyond this behavior, however, his attitude can lead to him being...inconsiderate for others when either riled up enough or stubbornly set on something in particular. It is a trait surprisingly similar to that of his own master in some respect. Albeit does have a particular taste for dates and date-based foods, however, when it comes to mortal treats he claims to enjoy. Sweets in general are a joy to have, in his mind, and help soothe stress.
Other:
-Extra Lore: The Goddess Ishari: The Coptaric-originated goddess of fertility, war, love, the flow of time, and power, she stands at the head of an otherwise long-forgotten pantheon she was once a part of when the Coptaric were nomads. She is represented by chains, spears, doves, wheat, and the phases of the moon, with her primary major temple and smaller shrines being scattered throughout Photep itself. Her worship includes the likes of scared prostitution and various rites and ceremonies, and her clergy is a strictly matriarchal system. While children being born to those priestess participating in sacred prostitution isn’t unknown, it also isn’t rather common due to the use of various practices to try to avoid pregnancy in ceremonies and rituals.
Such children are not seen as bad, and are at least given leeway to stay in the primary temple for a time to grow up just enough to leave their mother and be sent to go live with some other maternal relative. They are not barred from seeing their mothers, but likewise the temple cannot accommodate all of these children (and especially growing ones who are extra mouths to feed) on their sacred grounds. These children by far normally tend to get into good homes with relatives to their mothers, or their fathers if said fathers or father’s families step out to take in or help care for them, but in rare cases other measures might become necessary. The rare case of such a child going to an orphanage has been documented in the past, as have been the rare adoption by a family friend or other person to simply try to give them a home.
The worshippers of Ishari are also well-minded for the poor, and seek to show them love as their goddess feels for all downtrodden. Donations to orphanages and such groups are common, among other things, to show this alongside things like rudimentary “soup kitchens” organized for the worst off in the shantytowns.
-Extra Lore: The Coptaric People: An old and long-lived people of the deserts, former nomads who were among the very first peoples to migrate to Photep and settle down there after its founding. Their very hardy constitution and skills with metal and various crafts led to them becoming valuable workers and craftsmen, with some families even rising up into the rank of nobility. Even to this day there are still numerous Coptaric noble families within the population, as well as a Coptaric presence in a myriad of crafting Fellowships. Their lighter skin and odder hair colors are indicative of an even older and even farther history, however, and in only their most disparate and hard to find old legends they say they originated from a rumored “Land of the Frozen Wastes” to the extreme far north. Though whilst they do not recall those roots otherwise at all in public memory, the Coptaric people also brought with them a matriarchal hierarchy in their religion alongside the worship of a goddess known as “Ishari”.
Character Aura: Ishara's aetheric signature is something like a soft white light, surrounded by a thin veil of light shadow, vaguely similar to the full moon at night in terms of appearance/asthetic.
Name: Anatu Taauth
Age: 16
Anatu wears fairly concealing clothes of silk, I'm a mixture of dark colors with scant brighter accents. If nothing arduous is expected of her, she will be in conservative robes, along with her head wrap and sometimes even a veil if she's feeling fancy.
Background: It is said that Anatu's great-grandfather was cursed with daughters. He himself only had five, but each of them had only daughters as well, as did each one of those daughters. Anatu and her sisters failed to break this "curse," but by this time it's only referred to as something of a joke.
Her mother, Bilit, is a sorcerer herself, from the Cult of the Serpent. Her father, Sekh, "works for the Rehati," but Anatu isn't sure what this means. Two of her sisters are in the Fellowship of Quiet Companions, and the third is in the Fellowship of Stellar Philosophy.
Bilit Taauth is a powerful and ambitious sorcerer. Her skill with biomancy is such that political rivals have. Begun to spread rumors that her family deliberately altered themselves to produce only beautiful daughters. Though probably untrue, this rumor has directly affected the lives of her daughters, who have been forced to fend off suitors from an inappropriately young age. This has led half of them to join in the fashion of cover themselves. The other half became prostitutes instead.
All three of Anatu's older sisters, as well as her mother are well respected members of their various fields.
Anatu, the youngest of her siblings, is the first to show any aptitude for magic. Bilit made sure her youngest daughter went into the Presedjet to further her education, with the hope that she would join her in the Cult of the Serpent. Anatu's father, for his part, encouraged this development as much as he did anything in her life. Which is to say, he consented to his share of the cost.
Personality: Sociable and charming. Anatu is a people pleaser, and her greatest weakness is that she can't stand it when someone doesn't like her. She is kind and helpful, but will attempt to befriend even those who clearly don't want it.
Aptitude: While attending Presedjet, she showed herself remarkably teachable, and thus far no avenue of magical study has proven too difficult for her. She is, however, particularly adept at the more concrete and physical studies, such as pyromancy and particularly telekenisis.
Tutelary: A sardonic calico cat called Amontu. A bit of a foil for Anatu, Amon is distant and reserved, but loves Ana in her own quiet way.
She has a peculiar quirk in which her mismatched pattern often changes from day to day.
Age: 16
Anatu wears fairly concealing clothes of silk, I'm a mixture of dark colors with scant brighter accents. If nothing arduous is expected of her, she will be in conservative robes, along with her head wrap and sometimes even a veil if she's feeling fancy.
Background: It is said that Anatu's great-grandfather was cursed with daughters. He himself only had five, but each of them had only daughters as well, as did each one of those daughters. Anatu and her sisters failed to break this "curse," but by this time it's only referred to as something of a joke.
Her mother, Bilit, is a sorcerer herself, from the Cult of the Serpent. Her father, Sekh, "works for the Rehati," but Anatu isn't sure what this means. Two of her sisters are in the Fellowship of Quiet Companions, and the third is in the Fellowship of Stellar Philosophy.
Bilit Taauth is a powerful and ambitious sorcerer. Her skill with biomancy is such that political rivals have. Begun to spread rumors that her family deliberately altered themselves to produce only beautiful daughters. Though probably untrue, this rumor has directly affected the lives of her daughters, who have been forced to fend off suitors from an inappropriately young age. This has led half of them to join in the fashion of cover themselves. The other half became prostitutes instead.
All three of Anatu's older sisters, as well as her mother are well respected members of their various fields.
Anatu, the youngest of her siblings, is the first to show any aptitude for magic. Bilit made sure her youngest daughter went into the Presedjet to further her education, with the hope that she would join her in the Cult of the Serpent. Anatu's father, for his part, encouraged this development as much as he did anything in her life. Which is to say, he consented to his share of the cost.
Personality: Sociable and charming. Anatu is a people pleaser, and her greatest weakness is that she can't stand it when someone doesn't like her. She is kind and helpful, but will attempt to befriend even those who clearly don't want it.
Aptitude: While attending Presedjet, she showed herself remarkably teachable, and thus far no avenue of magical study has proven too difficult for her. She is, however, particularly adept at the more concrete and physical studies, such as pyromancy and particularly telekenisis.
Tutelary: A sardonic calico cat called Amontu. A bit of a foil for Anatu, Amon is distant and reserved, but loves Ana in her own quiet way.
She has a peculiar quirk in which her mismatched pattern often changes from day to day.
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