[h3][i]Name[/i][/h3]
Rahma Idrissi

[h3][i]Appearance[/i][/h3]
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[h3][i]Age[/i][/h3]
43

[h3][i]Gender[/i][/h3]
Female

[h3][i]Nationality[/i][/h3]
Moroccan

[h3][i]Chaos Magic Ability[/i][/h3]
Harmonic Dominion - Rahma can near totally manipulate sound waves within a few hundred meters of herself, even without line of sight. This ability comes with an innate understanding of the acoustic properties of whatever object she attempts to manipulate more directly, such as the natural frequency and resistance to sound transmission, although this requires increasing focus as more materials are involved.

Direct manipulation involves changing the frequency, wavelength, velocity, and loudness of sounds. The more she changes one aspect, the less she is able to impact the others. Applications of this power are as varied as the sounds that exist. She might deafen all noise on a stealth mission such that any action she takes has no audible aspect. She might manipulate the sound to perform acoustic imaging from the scale of an ultrasound to ambient noise tomography (the use of ambient noise to detect mineral deposits and other geologic aspects). Or she might manipulate velocity and loudness to create a blast wave that destroys an opponent. Rahma's abilities only increase with every application of noise she encounters.

[h3][i]History[/i][/h3]
Rahma cannot remember the world before the demons and angels arrived. She was alive then, yes, but her memories have turned ash like so many cities in the intervening decades. Her first real memory is the first time a demon appeared in the streets of Tangier. Some might call the scene a nightmare; nightmares cannot drag you into the streets, grating off your skin against the baking asphalt while tendrils shoot out to spear any soul stupid enough to run. Pleasant memories compared to the devastation that came next.

Morocco fared well in those early years relative to many other countries as a result of their military modernization, although the word 'relative' carried most of the weight in strategic assessments. Her family remained in Morocco as members of the government attempting to stabilize the domestic situation. Tangiers benefited from the proximity to the Strait of Gibraltar as it received more direct military aid than the rest of the country as warships crossed from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean.

When she turned 19, Rahma was drafted into the military; her family did not have the leverage to protect her from that fate. She was not sent to a frontline role, at least initially, instead supporting logistic efforts to maintain the overstretched supply lines. She diverted what she could to help her family from military supply depots, which amounted to very little in the face of global supply breakdown. The war eventually consumed Tangier, though, and she was pushed into the combat she had so longed to avoid.

Two decades of constant combat followed across North Africa and Europe. The Siege of Cairo and following relief operations to keep the Suez Canal open. Reconquering Malta which the demons used to choke travel in the Mediterranean. The annihilation of Mecca on the eve of victory as the angels turned their sights on what remained of humanity, turning a hundred thousand souls to cinders in the opening hour. Betrayal from on high hurt less than the nerve damage and shattered limbs she received on that day.

No one could be allowed to leave when they still had resources to offer, and thus Rahma was transferred to the strategic side of the war. Her experience in coordinating the international war efforts and her family's continued rise in importance sent her to the heart of Europe's resistance in Brussels. It was a short stint when she heard of Seraph's End, a new-age beacon to humanity's resilience; also a place where she could more easily look out for herself.

As a low-level liaison, she made the most use of special privileges in the new city. Chief among them was the supply of sedatives to ignore the world around her. The years in Seraph's End were a fog that only broke when Morocco was cleansed and the angels razed what remained of Marrakesh and Tangier. She leapt out of the fog and into a whirlpool of mistakes. Authorities could write off the drug-related charges and the declining performance. Attempting to break into a military armory and steal a tank they could not given the two dead soldiers after she collapsed the side of a building. And thus Rahma came to find herself in a prison cell in Seraph's End, expecting nothing but to be abandoned now that her usefulness had worn out.