Tirris Noel - Magi Slave/Dancer

Name: Tirris Noel

Age: 23

Your group/occupation/level: Magi Slave/Dancer

Brief background story of your character: I would often travel in the caravans with my father, who was a Merchant and Trader. Most nights around the fire, I and the other girls would dance to keep the men entertained on the long journeys. Favored by them for my small toned frame kissed by the desert sun, and the long thick tresses of crimson that often fell over my deep blue eyes.

Our caravan was attacked on our way to Ireem. Needless to say my father did not survive. Most did not survive. Everything was stolen. I had managed to hide, laying among my dead family, looking as one of them. Till the theives left. With just the water pouch on my belt, I said my silent fairwell to my father and found my self wandering the desert to make my way to the city. But it was not long before I was noticed, and began to be chased by several at once. Men and women. Unable to find any to aid me, fatigue finally took me, I could run no longer, finding my self enslaved by a Magi. I confess the thought of food and shelter, as long as I obey and dance as he commands, sounds far more pleasing then starving and thirsty as I run from others in the hot Desert.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Traits: Fluid, graceful, alluring.
Stregnths: Intelligent, skilled dancer, skilled in pleasure.
Flaws: Stubborness. Too firey for my own good.

Aurel Mehnra (Phoebe Telling) - Magi

Name: Aurel Mehnra
(SL Name: Phoebe Telling)

Group: Magi – apprentice

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Aurel, my name for as long as I can remember, given by my keeper, mentor and later friend Sir Mehnra. He sent me on my way, Sir Mehnra the one who taught me so much in live.
The dream of a fair-haired girl, so sweet and innocent, scared and grasping for my hands, keeps haunting me in my sleep each night for many years now. Sir Mehnra knows of my dream since I asked for his advise. He knows more, I can tell by looking into his eyes. I also know he wants me to find the answers myself so I can learn and help myself and my lost loved ones by the time he has to leave this world.

My dream, both upsetting and reassuring, the knowledge in the back of my mind of a different life... long ago, when I was still a child. The fair-haired girl always at my side, her soft smile and lovely voice sharing laughter and tales she made up to pass time at our mothers fire during the long winter months. Why do I remember her, is she the answer to my disturbing dream. The dream that have set me up to this quest in search of a lost life I used to know but remember so little off...
At age 12 my happy world collapsed rudely in pain and fear. I remember being a slave, a time so fearful of torture and submittance, that lasted for many many years. The land I lived in as a slave was dark and cold, my slavers lacking of compassion. Till the day came for auction, I was 16 and had grown into a woman. My spirit broken, my skin pale, my eyes had lost its sparkle. All given up on hope and so frightened of the unknown lying ahead of my I stood there tight to a pole at display.
The crowd was excited and ready to purchase at fair prices, the sounds from the square seemed like a thick cloud hanging over me. My head down, almost unaware of the surroundings...this dark voice, warm and kind reached me and made me look up. The eyes belonging to that voice among the crowd struck me so hard and deep within I almost lost my breath. A spark of hope exploded from my heart...hope...it had been there all along, but suppressed by heart ship! Those eyes, that voice...who, how, from where? Our eyes held each other in a grip that got stronger by the minute...reality suddenly made me aware of the event. The bidding began...our eyes still focussed. My heart filled with my mothers spirit who taught me never to give up hope and believe in men's goodness and trust.

Sir Mehnra, whom I learned to trust and love over the years, took me at his side from that auction as if I was his own daughter. Gave me a home far away from that dark world, shared his knowledge with me. He is a wise man, honest and caring. He treated my wounds and broken spirit in particular. I never asked for his wisdom, I just drank every word he spoke, always listening while looking into his eyes. The knowledge he shared brought me back to my childhood, there was a connection and faded memories of that time came back slowly and faque. The plants, the books...as though I have seen them before. Nothing seemed weird only familiar...as though my memory was refreshed by Sir Mehnra's words. Have I learned about plants and healing before? Who taught me? Sir Mehnra praised me for my sharp mind, my confidence grew. At daybreak we use to sett off in search of plants, juices. Along the way he helped others, healing wounds, soothing pain. His knowledge about the stars and planets spreaded throughout the kingdom and many evenings were filled with villagers visiting our hut...around the fire...Sir Mehnra's voice explaining, answering puzzeled villagers who struggled physically. I just listened, studied the faces and learned.

The dream came and puzzled me. It was time...Sir Mehnra said...time to start the dangerous quest of what ever it was I had left behind at that young age. The fair-haired girl, the spirit of my mother and the complete loss of memory of my father. Sir Mehnra passed his wisdom on to me, he knew before me this day would come and he would have to send me on my way. Spring, Skyahala..who are they, what are they, names popping into my dream and mind, giving me a warm and belonging feeling. I try hard to find the name of the fair-haired girl in my memory...she must have meant so much to me, for she is always so close in my dream.

I wander through different kingdoms in search of answers, afraid to trust strangers...practising my skills as healer of body and soul as learned from Sir Mehnra, just listening and never ask. Still learning each day, training myself to be strong and fight.

Finding my way to the girl, still young in my memory and dream, but surely grown into a woman as I have....

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Many moonphases passed since I left my home...away from Sir Mehnra. Days getting shorter, nights cooler. I have met friend and enemy along my path. Settling down in this Kingdom, in which I found a warm fire among friends, who listen to my story and help find my past. Each night my thoughts are with this young girl...hearing her voice, seeing her smile at me.

Raychelle Blaisdale - Magi

Name: Raychelle Blaisdale

Age: unknown

Your group/occupation/level: Magi, Apprentice

Brief background story of your character:

Found stumbling about soaking wet from having crawled from the sea, she was taken in by a kind and curious group of slave girls. The girls counseled her and tried to teacher her the ways of slave life. Her eagerness to please others and her trusting soul led her to submit to her first collar, a binding that lasted only long enough to strip her of her innoncence before she came to her senses and managed to escape.

Not long after, when the hardships of her life had already become more than unbearable, she was discovered by a Magi. With his powers he removed the collar, and healed her wounds. All the while she was recovering she listened to the words of the Magi around her. When she became well again the Magi beckoned her to stay and study among them. Fearing for her safety, should she fall into the wrong hands again, she agreed to commit herself to the Magi forever.


Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:

Most often a gentle and kind soul; a loyal friend and subbmissive, if one should ever be so lucky again to have her.

Her determination to submit only to the one who is deserving of her gifts keeps her true to the Magi where any Dom would have to attack and win in battle in order to achieve such a privilege.

Be careful! This sweet little butterfly can now sting like a bee!

Tenzing Ansar - Magi

SL Name: Tenzing Ansar
KoS Name: Hafaz Feyruuz al-Halima bint Tahir
(Guardian* Feyruuz, the gentle, daughter of Tahir)

Age: Young
Preference: None
Role: Muhaddithat (Female scholar)


Feyruuz was born to a rural Bedouin family, far to the north near Kuwait and the merchent trails. As such, her family is not pure Bedouin, her father was of Persian Ismaili origin. With such a low status among the Bedouin chieftains, her family sent her second eldest brother to the Ireem camp to bring back honour and recognition for the clan. Along with him came Feyruuz, eager to see the sights and smells of the city, with the blessings of her father in the hopes of marrying into a purer Bedouin line.
Once they arrived however the differences of conduct were immediately apparent. The traditional values of Shi'i Islam that her family had instilled in her seemed to fall away in favour of slavery, torture and death in a land Allah seemed to have forgot. It was not long afterwards that her brother Yusuf was sent to fight Djinni, and never came back. She doesn't know if he is dead, or captured, but when she thinks of the Djinn she prays for death.
With Yusuf gone, the family honour is threatened, as women are forbidden to travel alone in the Qur'an and a marriage of such a woman is not noble. Instead she took up arms, and joined the Bedouin fighters, issuing a fatwa with her religious knowledge which allowed brothers in battle to act as decent chaperones. As the only Hafaz* in the camp, she was promoted quickly to Imam as a Muhaddithat. To fulfil her role to the camp and to Allah, she keeps her chastity and is never seen without a niqab veil. All her slaves she gives to the camp, or sells them to make a profit to contribute towards her learning. She has a reputation for being fearless in battle, and will not think twice about killing or capturing unbelievers.
Once she learnt how to read, she stole often into the city to the library, and more dangerously, the Magi tower. She began spending less time out in the desert and more behind a desk. Her increasing disillusionment with the Bedouin and her growing enthusiasm for the Mystics and Sufis finally led to her leaving the camp, and finding a new home amongst the Magi alchemists. Using living and undead subjects alike, she explores the limits of human capacity.
She hopes one day to return to her tribe, with the knowledge and power to bring them in the right direction.

*Hafaz ("Guardian", male; Hafiz) is a term given to muslims who have completely memorized the Qur'an.

N.B.: Female Imams are not uncommon in the Middle East, this profile is realistic. IM me for more information on Islam, Arabic or Bedouin tradition.

Shahrazad al-Anwar (Nareth Nishi) - Magi

Background for Shahrazad al-Anwar (played by Nareth Nishi)
(Dom/Predator; Magi/Warlock)

Recently, Shahrazad awoke on the scorching sands near the city of Ireem...with no memory of her past. She has wandered about the city's crowded streets, trying desperately to recall who she is, and how she received the terrible scar across her throat that seems to have rendered her almost completely mute. She recalls only vague memories of a childhood in a distant green land, which she believes may lie somewhere far across the sea. She watches the slaving ships and wonders if the answers she seeks are to be fund therein. She can speak with those who know a language of hand signs she has no recollection of ever having learned. She has felt drawn to the Magi tower, as she *does* recall her innate skill at coercing the minds of others, and her training in necromanctic arts. Her teeth are filed the sharp points, and the sight of them seems to fill others with dread and loathing. In the pocket of her shabby robes she found a ruby pendant, which she now wears. Shah dreams of demons and great birds, and she is often possessed of a terrible appetite for human flesh and blood. For now, she can only hope to find a place for herself in this unfamiliar city, and to eventually learn who she might once have been.

Salome Sirbu - Magi Apprentice/Jeweler

Name (Full SL Name): Salome Sirbu

Age: 27

Your group/occupation/level:
Magi Apprentice

Brief background story of your character:
Stolen as a child from her parents (spoils of war) in the north
Sold to a jeweler as a house servant
Jeweler recognized her talent for design, freed her, renamed her and raised her as his own child.
He was much older and widowed with no other children, and when he died the business went to her
She sold her business to a competitor and seeks now to establish herself here
would like to be the town jeweler

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Determined, focused, funny, upbeat, artistic, tends to be alternately domme and sub, depending, loves to change skins and clothes - and shapes!

Hoo Doolittle - Magi of the dark Arts

Name Hoo Doolittle
Age : Ageless
Your group/occupation/level: Magi of the dark Arts

Brief background story of your character:
After a nasty battle with a powerful magi who had become deranged and attacked her , Hoo left her lands in the dark of night joining a caravan headed for a distant city named Ireem. Arriving in Ireem some weeks later by the light of early dawn ........she saw a city so magnificant and glistening above the golden desert that her heart raced with excitement.
It is here she decided to remain and make her new home - determined to learn the ways of the magi for in this city she sensed many powers beyond the ordinary.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Strong and independent , full of mischief and a love of the dark art of Magic she can be found wandering the city and desert with a gleam in her eye .....sometimes predator , perhaps disguised as a simple citizen or prey but always ever watchful and ready for adventure.
It is wispered in the winds that she wields her sword with lightening speed and accuracy .

(profile provided by Hoo Doolittle)