OfWindAndRain

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@OfWindAndRain
I may hate her but she's great waifu material! :3

@NarcissisticPotato

whai do ya hate her ;-;

Schooled in Magic

Okay, so I'm working on a post, but these are super long so >.<

I have been feeling more inspired lately- I blame that entirely on procrastination of real work. Though, to be fair, I did buckle down and do a bunch of work today.

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@Neno 1445@HaleyTheRandom@SouffleGirl123
Look up at my previous post, forgot to tag ya'll. It's Fareeha Amari, the last person we shall have. If it's good enough.

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Fareeha Amari

Fareeha Amari of the Mamlakat Alssahra

_{" You must be the change you wish to see in the world."-Mohandas Gandhi}

Fareeha Isis Amari

Nickname:
Pharah (as she is known in the military; callsign),
Faree (pet nickname given by her mother)
Snake Queen, in some online communities

Birth date and age:
May, 12th.
20 years of age.

Sexuality:
Bisexual

In Depth Appearance:
Fareeha is, in some ways, an average woman of her people. She’s about 5’ 10”, which is slightly taller than most women, but not really remarkable. Her skin is the darker bronze also common among her people, with unremarkable night-black hair. However, her hair is cut down just a little past shoulder-length- a personal preference, which she pulls her Princess-y strings to keep- and her bangs wrapped in two golden spools that hang on either side of her face.

She generally wears a tank top or a t-shirt, a leather jacket, aviators, and a good pair of jeans and combat boots. While she has a military uniform, she rarely ever wears it. For formal or professional purposes, she wears more traditional garb, usually consisting of white robes, golden jewelry and accessories, and some sashes and a headdress.

She bears hardworking roughed-up hands, well-scarred shoulders, arms, and legs from sword practice, training, snakebites, and some encounters with wilder animals, as well from bushes and such. Her eyes stare sharply out from blue-green gold-flecked irises, with a perpetual expression of seriousness, with only a slight hint of mischievous foxiness.

Personality:

• Integrity • Duty • Confidence •

Fareeha Amari is, to say the least, a very confident person. Amari is a proud, confident, dedicated woman who knows what she wants, what she’s burdened with, and what she needs. She’ll do what she needs to do, and will do it well.

More than that- she has decently thick skin, but when it comes to insults or disrespect to her people, or something else that’s her responsibility- not her friends or family, for example, unless she has a pet or somesuch- then she gets angry. And Fareeha Amari is rather hard-headed, and will not let anything go. Any slight will be noticed, but ones against her responsibilities are ones worth her time.

She knows what needs to be done- and thus, she has trained in a great many fields, and continues training in almost all of them. She knows politics, combat, command, diplomacy, history, her religion, global culture, and otherwise. She continues studying these things- even in her time at Aciras- to better herself in the future.

In addition- she’s competitive. She wants to be the top dog, and she’ll try very hard to make sure that she’s right on up there. She’s got ambitions to be one of the bigger, better Queens of the world, one that could take down a man or nation alike- or patch them up and get them going again. She’ll almost never refuse a challenge.

Fareeha is also very loyal- but in a strange sort of way. While she will most certainly follow her friends, and back them up should they ask for it, she won’t leap to her friends’ defense if they’re insulted in her hearing, expecting that any of her friends can defend themselves, without needing her intervention at all times. Moreso, if she’s legitimately busy, she will likely finish whatever it is she’s doing, rather than leap to a friend’s aid. Her loyalty is solid, but Fareeha comes first, and she expects her friends to be as independent as herself.

More than this, she enjoys having a bit of fun every now and then. While she spends most of her time ‘working’, in some form or another, she does occasionally spend time doing whatever she feels like- searching for pretties to buy, teasing fans or random passerby, swimming, riding one of the royal family’s many horses, or playing with her little habyeeb (her loved ones)- the family’s vast collection of animals. These range from their snakes, which they have the most prominent collection in the world, and to which the Royal Family regularly inject themselves with the venom from them (diluted doses of it builds up their immunity such neurotoxins, as well as their immune system as a whole, making sickness virtually nonexistent among them), to hyenas, lions, elephants, and more.

There is only one time she is truly smiling, however- in the middle of a massive rainstorm, common to the more tropical sliver of coast in her home nation.

Likes:

• A challenge!
• Her habyeeb (translates from Arabic to ‘her loved ones’), which consists of her two favorite pets- a king cobra and a hyena.
• Thunderstorms and lightning; rain
• Horses, and other animals in general, such as hyenas or elephants
• Being a top dog/ better than others
• Respectable people
• Pretty things (she is a liiiittle vain)
• Her people, her nation, and her family
• Snakes, she really likes snakes (her pet is an unusually docile king cobra, which she has a venom resistance to anyhow)

Dislikes:

• Llamas. They’re an exception- they always spit at her, the vile beasts.
• Insubordination, treason, dishonesty, disrespect, or otherwise something BAD without a damn good reason.
• Sandstorms. She’s been through more than a couple, and she absolutely hates them.
• People who think they’re better than her- regardless of whether or not they are (besides people like her parents, or a commanding officer, or the sort)
• Being ignored, passed over, or otherwise dismissed from one’s attention.

Fears:

• Lack of control.
• Not being forgotten, but being ignored and dismissed from relevance.
• Reliance on someone else, whoever it may be.

Biography:
Fareeha Amari began her life as a wild card, a force of nature. Even as a toddler, she was running every which way, giving her parents a real workout just to keep up with her! Eventually, they reluctantly gave up on trying to be the only parenting and mentoring figures in her life, and brought in one of Empress Ana Amari’s former collegues- an ex-special forces desert guide, who made his way through life by giving tours of the dangerous land to foreigners or scholars.

This ended when Fareeha was 10 years old. For years, Fareeha had been running off to the wilderness around the city to explore the hilly, hard desert, which had plenty of rocks, small caves, and otherwise to investigate. However, while going out farther than they normally do, her guide was bitten- by a king cobra. Shortly afterwards, in an attempt to ward off the snake and try to save her dying friend and guide, she was bitten as well.

It took four hours for the search parties to find the bewildered, injured Fareeha- who, despite being bitten, had only mild pain, but was smart enough to know that running around trying to get home or to try and save her guide would mean the venom traveling through her system faster, before it could react- and her very much dead guide. Due to the diluted venom doses that the royalty injected themselves with at least once a week for their entire lives, Fareeha had an immune system that far surpassed a healthy adult- such as her guide.

After this, her parents took a much more involved role in her life, making sure that she was trained in a great many things- including basic survival in both the jungle and the desert. Shortly afterwards, Fareeha began involving herself with the exotic animal keepers in the palace; there, she began to interact with animals of all shapes, sizes, and kinds. It was here that she officially adopted her pet snake and hyena- a ball python, and a pure black hyena cub.

Using these two animals as her greatest friends- despite a snake killing a friend and sort-of father to her only a year or so earlier- she grew past it and barreled on, studying harder and training faster, getting to know her pets and her people in equal measures. When she was fourteen, she was admitted to Mamlakat Alssahra’s special training division, which was designed to accept 14 and 15 year olds and instill them with military mindsets and training by the time they turned 16 or 17. A year later from graduating from this special school, after intense schoolwork, Fareeha turned 18 and entered Mamlakat’s only university. Graduating at the top of her class in Political Science at age 20, she went on to officially enter the special forces training school- which she had been sort-of attending throughout her school years, in the few times she wasn’t bogged down with work.

Fareeha was on the verge of graduating from Level 2 to Level 3 (to become one of their special forces, one must achieve Level 5 Military Proficiency) after just a year when she was informed that she was needed to take a more active role in her family- and marry someone else.

So it was with great reluctance that, a month later, she shipped off to Aciras to turn her hard work to something more political. It hadn’t really occurred to her until then that she was the only child of a wealthy nation- and therefore, destined to inherit it.

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The Kingdom of the Desert- Mamlakat Alssahra

Kingdom: Mamlakat Alssahra- “Kingdom of the Desert” in Arabic
Kingdom Royal Family:

--- Emperor Abasi Abdel Nasser
--- Empress Ana Amari Nasser
-- Princess Fareeha Isis Amari
- Royal Pet Rwh Hadia, or Hadi. 3-foot long ball python whose name translates to “Calm Spirit”.
- Royal Pet Farih Mushmis, or Farih. A nearly all-black adult hyena whose name translates to “Sunny Joy.”
(Both of these pets were brought with her)

Kingdom colors: White, gold, red. Their flag is a golden Eye of Horus on a background that has the upper half white, the lower half red. The Eye of Horus symbolizes their people, their gods, and their power, while the red symbolizes blood, and therefore, the sacrifice, and white symbolizes peace, and their isolation in that peace.

Due to a tradition between parents and firstborn, they allowed Fareeha to choose her last name: either Abasi’s , her father, last name, or Ana’s, her mother, last name. Thus, she became Fareeha Nasser Amari, siding with her mother’s lineage, which was less scholarly and more military when compared to her father’s side.

Mamkakat Alssahra is a unique empire slash kingdom- it’s one of the oldest civilizations in the world, and the last one that still stands. Its capital city- about twenty miles inland from the coast, and therefore ringed by desert- is ringed by the Thirteen Great Pyramids, which are, based on their culture, a sign of great luck, due to the number thirteen being their lucky number. These Pyramids are also either museums- three of them are- or facilities for various functions. Two of the Pyramids have been renovated to house military facilities; four more are for various research and development laboratories. Two more are manufacturing facilities, and the last has been built into and around to become their palace, and has been so for hundreds of years.

Their lands extend all across their lonely continent- indeed, they’re more of an Australia sitting smack-dab in the middle of the largest ocean, right on the equator. Only the coasts are really habitable; deeper in the record-breaking heat of the desert are only research outposts or advanced facilities of various functions. In addition, their coasts are the only places with an actual amount of foliage or fauna- the first dozen or so miles next to the sea are covered in a more tropical biome, which suddenly and immediately gives way to desert farther inland. The entire island is, also, volcanic- most of it doesn’t bear any resemblance, but at the very heart of the island is a single mountain- a volcano- that the entire island came from thousands of years before. It isn’t active, but there are still enough geothermal readings to make some people uneasy.

What they’re known for:
Fortunately for this pseudo-Egypt/Saudi-Arabian country, they’re also the largest source of oil and natural gas in the known world, even if the cost of importing it to buying counties has somewhat offset this profit.

In addition to this, Mamkakat Alssahra hosts the most advanced and elite military in the world, even if it’s about as large as a country’s military half their population. This is, in part, because they focus on research for a great many fields, concerning military, petroleum, aeronautics, and nautic technology. Their special forces and anti-terrorist organizations are the best in the world, and many other nations hire/borrow them out to train their own men, provide extra security at important events, or to simply inspect their systems for any possible exploitable loopholes. Their aircraft are some of the fastest and most capable, and they are the most efficient at refining and shipping the oil they pump up.

They’re also known for having a host of very dangerous species- mainly reptiles- that normally kill a man with a single bite. Hence why it’s so important for the royal family to be immune to such things- it’d be easier to let loose a couple of these rather common fatal reptiles loose in their palace, and let them kill people as they come and go. Besides very dangerous species, there are also a great host of exotic species, some of which can only be found in the jungles or desert of this island.

If I left something out on this app, I is sorry. I've been working on/off on it all day, and I is tired ;-;

Also, dis is my favorite Mercy peectur

imaaaaage

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@darkwolf687
I would've led said lynching, btw.

I didn't even read the summary, everything was so long.

And absolutely none of it pertained to me (but very little did in that roleplay, so I guess there's that).

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So, as needed to fill that gap, I have nearly finished a new character.

I have gone slightly overboard, and is my second female character to date. So.

Also, based on Overwatch's Pharah character- Fareeha Amari, the Snake Queen.

Image

Because I can't use fictional images, however realistic, I got a cosplay of a casual version of the character I wanted to use. Hooah.

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_{"A schemer, tha'un be. Watch 'im, afore he gits ye!"}

@RomanAria

dude
do you even know how true that is

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@HaleyTheRandom@RomanAria
I could TRY to make a girl character. I haven't roleplayed girls very much, but I figure it'd be an interesting enough challenge.

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Okay, I'd like to point something out to everyone-

Aciras is Psuedo-America, minus the military and definite pluses on culture. And America, while it isn't the biggest nation in the world, is quite large. It'd take days to travel lengthwise, from east to west, and probably at least two days to travel its width, from north to south.

To wake up, pack things into your bag, and then drive to Aciras' capital city and arrive at their palace/castle would take significantly longer than one or two hours. If you want to be there at the proper time in the morning- you're gonna have to fly in the night before, and then arrive in the morning from whatever quarters you secured- whether at one of the top hotels, or at your country's diplomatic embassy there at the capital (which should be stocked to provide for their homeland's leadership).

These aren't just neighboring towns or cities- these are nations, [/i]kingdoms[/i]. Not all of them will be on the same continent, even.

Or am I wrong, and everyone lives within a couple hours of teeny-tiny Aciras?

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Niklas Casimier König of Königreich der Welten, of the Bundeswehr Welt Armee

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Niklas König rolled easily out of his residence at the Kingdom of Acrias’s guestroom bed at precisely 6:00 a.m., right when the alarm by the bedside went off. Dressed in nothing but his underpants, he stretched luxuriously- not unlikely a cat- before he ambled over to his closet to get dressed. Not five minutes after he had awoke with military precision, there was a polite knock on the door- followed by the entrance of his bodyguard and military mentor, Albrecht Kühn.

Roughly, in his German-laced English, the wide-shouldered Hauptmann, or Captain, greeted his charge with his usual rumbling and self-assured tone.

“Good morning, herr König. I see you’re already preparing for the meet and greet with the rest of the royalties. It will be an intriguing thing, to see so many children from so many cultures at one place, each with so much influence.”

The soldier paused for a moment, before reconsidering.

“Each with various amounts of influence.”

Niklas gave a wry smile at his guard- a former GSG9 agent, of the elite Konigreich antiterrorist unit- and turned away to finish getting dressed.

“And many of them insignificant in their influence, at that.” He couldn’t help but think a bit lower of those two or three that came from citystates- not real kingdoms. His father ruled over two thousand cities, towns, and villages- and those few came from single cities with the power to stand alone. What significance did they bring? His future saw him placed with the burden to take care of his entire nation, and likely more- there might be as many settlements that he looked over as there were people for one of them.

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Ten minutes later found Niklas in more or less the same place, but fully clothed in his dress uniform. Black slacks, light steel grey coat uniform, light blue collared shirt, with his few decorations. After a moment’s thought, however, he took all of them off- there was no real procedure for wearing military decorations at a civilian event, and so he thought it wiser if he didn’t have what few he was honored with on his uniform, not for the first meet. The uniform alone would unsettle some of them, he expected. No need to wear his medal-and-rope marksman decoration.

Settled with his wear, he turned on his heel and strode out through the door, closing it softly behind him. He felt rather than heard Albrecht falling into step behind him, from standing guard by his door.

They walked straight-backed, unconsciously in cadence with each other, even if their arms were swinging loosely (though well in time with each other) at their sides. His father, he knew, would not be present for the first few days of the meet and greet- there was critical business that came up last minute, and besides, it’s always better to be a little late to the party. When you’re one of the most important people going, they’re all going to be coming to you- especially if it’s known that you might be leaning one direction or another, and you want to convince him to continue that path, or to switch.

The common palace folk stared at them as they walked; foreign dignitaries walking through the castle as if it were their own, navigating it seamlessly. That was, in part, due to his studying of the castle’s blueprints; he knew where all the major and minor hallways and corridors led, as well as some of the more obvious landmarks and exits. In addition to that, he had a jewel in his ear- something similar to the Bluetooth headsets, but these were strictly Konigreich military hardware- that had a tactical officer on the other side, ready to keep him updated on the profiles of all the royalty present.

By no means was he cheating; he had been working on the files of these royalties for ages, familiarizing himself with the information gathered, whether publically or secretly. The tactical officer was just there to give him reminders; remembering all the details about all the different people would be too difficult on his own. Either way, he thumbed the small switch at the top of his right pocket, and vocalized the words in his native Germanic.

Systems check; everything up and running?

There were several moments of silence before a soft feminine voice seemed to whisper in his ear in the same language- ”Received, Kingsman. Green across the board. I’ve got all the profiles up and maps ready, over.”

Affirmative, Tactical. Stand by.

After another soft affirmative from the tactical officer, Niklas nodded to himself; this would work.

Behind him, Hauptmann Kuhn nodded to himself as well; Niklas was doing everything well. Up right on time, dressed on time, a premature systems check. He approved.

It was at this point that they reached the entry corridor, one of the major hallways that opened out onto the castle’s front lawn from its starting point at the entrance to one of the great halls. Taking this straight outside, he’d meet up with Raven and her royal parents; their hosts for this venture. Her parents weren’t really a concern, right now- they were for his father to deal with, when he finally arrived. He wondered if they were a little steamed, at that- his father not showing up as planned or scheduled. His mother could be excused, of course- she was dead. Probably. No one really knew, and the few that did know will never speak of it- such as his father. But, some secrets have very good reasons to be secret, and thus, should remain as such.

Either way, as he arrived in the entrance where Raven and her parents would be greeting everyone, he gave a small smile and half-bow to the girl before taking his own position. He couldn’t help but eye, her, though, after she had turned away- she looked superb, to speak lightly.

Kuhn chuckled behind him, and Niklas was reminded of his place. Straightening slightly, dusting imaginary dust off his uniform, he took a more respectable position, slightly distanced from the King and Queen of Aciras- whom he greeted, with a fuller bow and a short explanation about his father’s whereabouts. They were both already informed, of course, likely from a personal message straight from his father, Eugéne.

Taking up his position, he stood at the Konigreich’s traditional at-ease stance- feet about a foot from each other, hands clasped behind his back. From here, he waited to greet every one of the guests, next to his people’s allies, the Royalty of Aciras.

He did so with a bow and a smile, a warm greeting and a genuine comment about their clothing. If they approached them- otherwise he just smiled and gave a nod back. Inside, though, he wanted to frown. He wasn’t angry- just disappointed, every time someone dismissed him as… well, less important or not worth the time to approach, and skipped him with only just a glance.