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Full Name: Amunet Neferkheremet Viatrix (previously Eruu'Yul, Shiva, Van Helsing, Stryganis, Cyndane-Keyte, but she prefers to forget about the lot of them.)
Occupation: Historian, ritualist, rhetorist, and theologian; former Demiurge (House Leader) of the Occultists, and current Keeper of the Iron Crown (one of the co-Orderheads of the Cult of Babel).
Age: A gentleman never asks, and a lady never tells.
Residence: Ashtan - more specifically, Fruitless Orchards.
House: The Occultists
Appearance: She is a human. Her milk-white complexion, blessedly bereft of imperfections, stands in ghostly contrast to the jet-black tresses coiled into an elegant chignon at the base of her skull. Her eyes are large and round, set beneath slim brows and fringed sumptuously by ebon lashes, with chocolate irises that seem to smoulder against her high cheekbones. A third eye, sanguineous and imposing, peers from the apex of her forehead, crowning her brow like a blood-red jewel as it glances about with an eerie, prescient air. A pert, aristocratic nose slopes gracefully down the centre of her heart-shaped face, complementing the full lips perched imperiously above her chin. Platinum bars, their diamond-capped ends glittering wickedly, pierce the flesh between each of the vertebra of her spine, forming a decadent ladder that runs from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. Her regal carriage effortlessly makes the most of her winsome figure, belying, in tandem with the heeled shoes she often favours, her rather diminutive height. The Mark of the Twin stands out against the snowy flesh of her forearm, its lines precise and controlled, healed long ago into pearlescent scars.
Personality: Amunet is a bitch. There is really no sugar-coating it. She is every bit a lady, and will begin any interaction with a warm and welcoming mien, but, as her patience wanes, so does her composure. Subtle insults will begin to snake their way into her conversation, growing ever more blatant until finally she says something crass and has the offending party removed from her presence. Those who can endure her irascibility, however, soon come to find that she is not so bad in a private setting. She has a soft spot for her Occultist children, as well as for her proteges and her friends. Once you have earned Amunet's respect and loyalty, you have done so for life. This is part of why she finds betrayal (I'm looking at you, @Mathonwy, @Sothantos, and @Aodfionn!) so difficult to stomach. With those she cares about, she is, by turns, demanding and indulgent. She expects nothing short of excellence from those who surround her, but she is also willing to do, quite literally, whatever it takes to help them to realise their ambitions. She is a lifelong Occultist whose ferocious dedication and seemingly interminable service to the House has earned her a hardline reputation when it comes to the Oath, but recognition as one of the foremost ritualists and historians in Ashtan, if not Sapience as a whole. She is a devout Nihilist and a dedicated priestess of Babel whose religion plays a very important role in her daily life. She is respected as a stateswoman and politician, having served Ashtan in Ministry and Council capacities numerous times over the course of her life. Her public image, however, is somewhat marred by her temper and her alcoholism. Her open disdain for other religious traditions, and her passively racist tendencies, have likewise not done her any favours.
Notable friends: Dagon the barkeep, @Orklanishkal, @Icaru, @Flair, @Taraus, @Dunn, @Imyrr, @Grom, @Herenicus, @Zulah, @Aodfionn, @Arditi, @Tanris (may he rest in peace).
Beloved Relatives: @Morro, @Mariya, @Colivar, @Orfantal, @Sybilla (a protege and ward, whose adoption is officially acknowledged).
Parents: Beldaran and Lucid, but they are estranged.
Rivals/Enemies: Formerly there was a laundry list, but since her return, there are none of whom to speak...yet.
Faction Attitude: Chaos and Oblivion
Opposite Faction Attitude: Amunet tends to roll her eyes at other factions, finding their paradigms both shortsighted and lacking in ambition. She does not possess a seething hatred for any of her opposition, contrary to popular belief - merely an overwhelming sense of ennui.
Loves: Absinthe, Shala'jen 199, bliss, books, travel, poetry, art, performing rituals, meddling in politics, spending time in the chapel or the caverns of Enheduanna, and expensive things - as a Nihilist, Amunet understands the truth in the words, "You can't take it with you," and, thus, spends money like it is going out of style. She also loves to gamble, and will often make casual bets on the outcomes of world games, elections, and marriages.
Hates: Non-alcoholic beverages, most red meats, most Sirens and women of ill repute (@Taraus being a notable exception. ), and the men who keep their company; spiders, jesters, and most Horkvals.
Quotes: Too many to list.
Without a history section some of
this may not make much sense, or feel incomplete but I’m going to leave pieces
like parts of her personality out for ingame discovery.She is also mostly developed but I left room for others to influence her growth, so her personality may seem shorter then it really is.
Full Name: Tukiyo
Residence: Wherever her contract takes her
Appearance: Dark brown bordering on black hair
is cut at a mid-length that is brought back cleanly and tied together. The
short length sprouting from the cord tying her hair together flares out into an
almost flower like effect. Her face is soft with lips shy of full but that fit
more appropriately on her appearance. The brown eyes staring out at the world,
sharp with thick lashes and full brows. Her soft brown skin is decorated with a
number of small scars that range from small dots of a healed bite mark or cuts
and burns. Taunt muscles are balanced with fair curves that still give her a
feminine appearance despite her athletic form. Sitting at a solid five foot
five inches, this woman is toned with little fat for padding. Broad shoulders
give her form a larger appearance as it leads into those arms reinforced with
solid cords of muscle. Built, thick thighs that lead into solid calves speak to
her leg strength. Her core loses to few as the definition of her decorates her
stomach with clear lines to outline her abdominals. Despite the blatant work
put into building the physical strength of her body, it is still kept
proportional, toned and not in the slightest bulky. A black tattoo that is a bit
hard to see against her tan skin is placed on her right shoulder. The design
simple and straight forward, being a sword with two curved lines from the guard
to the tip.
(I hate descs. I swear there are more typos in my desc then
anything I’ve ever written)
formal at times, Tukiyo was raised as a very specific type of mercenary. Her
childhood to adulthood a long training session of a professional warrior. As such
she takes the professionalism seriously and takes her contracts as almost unrelenting
doctrine. Despite the loss of her company, she has chosen to stick with the
path for personal reasons rather than join a city or change paths.
Dangerously stubborn, she will get herself killed and then train constantly
until she manages to complete her contract. On the same vein as this, she is
extremely goal oriented and has already planned out much of her goals for the
next few years. There are a few exclusions however to this stubbornness. She
will not chase those for a conversation if they make it troublesome to talk to
them. If she feels like she is putting far more effort than her counterpart
then she will quickly lose interest, despite how much she enjoys a pleasant
Notable Friends: Currently Lexa, and potentially Shirszae
Relatives: Orphan, as far as she cares she has no family with
her company dead.
Parents: None Known
Rivals/ Enemies: Colchis and Umbrin for personal reasons.
Opposite Faction Attitude: Neutral due to her profession
Loves: Fine drinks, nice clothing, honour, letters, tradition,
poker, chess, her sword Noble Storm, strength
Hates: Passive aggressiveness, wasting time, flat conversations,
impersonal forms of communication(tells, messages, market, so forth. She finds
them unsatisfying and disconnecting.), those who take her prey(Cyrenian’s are
getting on her list slowly)
Motivation: At her base, there are two main motivations.
Pride(by extension, a very strict honor code and loyalty) and survival.