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Shai'zara Maleke
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Name: Shai'zara Maleke
Age: 24 (b. Vortas 28th, 2694)
Race: Oshoor
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Muluku Islands
Occupation: Writer and unlicensed spellwrit (need clarification on this)
Bio: Born in a modest spice shop, Shai'zara remembers the smell of cinnamon and cloves surrounding her every day of every moment of her younger childhood. Her parents were imbali spice merchants, a simple couple who never thought they would ever have children. Edging towards the older side of the fertility fence, it was a great joy when her mother finally conceived, and her pregnancy was full of doting from her greying husband. When the little girl was finally born into the world, there was quite a fuss made over her by the duo and their family. How wonderful! A baby girl to continue on the family business. But the Islands were no place for them anymore. The shop was no longer big enough for a business and a family. And so it was that Shai'zara was carried to Thul Ka, her aging parents setting up shop in a preloved two story house, the top for living and bottom for selling. She raised and groomed to become what her father and mother had planned. It was as any child would expect growing up in the trade, everything had a smell or a taste unique to itself, and if you wanted to sell it you had to be able to cook with it. Even at five, the little mugrobi was in the kitchen with her mother, mixing together all sorts of exotic stews and meat rubs, hawking to passers by with a taste of her cooking and a sample pack of spices to buy and recreate the recipe at home. Shai'zara enjoyed learning the trade, but she loved even more so making up the recipes and concoctions to try. As she grew, the girl would write out her recipes in a little notebook, learning basic writing skills from her father. One could not expect to run a spice shop without knowing how to keep a ledger at least! The older imbali noticed his daughters interest in reading and writing, and slowly began to trade some of his wares for broken and beaten books from the people who passed in and out of the area.
And so it was, she was happy. Until her tenth birthday.
In a series of horrific events, Shai'zara learned the bitter and earth shattering truth of her birth. An old abandoned grimore, an unwilling communication with the Mona, and a devestating fire found the young mugrobi stolen away in the depth of night by the League. They took her, along with other oshoor children, to a facility hidden in plain sight so it seemed. A plantation for the cotton used in the cloth making of the city, far away from the city main. The true purpose of the League however, was liberation. To teach in private the things a galdori should know. According to the League, she was a galdori.
It was here, stolen away to this private boarding school of sorts, that Shai'zara learned the ways of the Mona, and how to communicate with it. To control it. Her technique was adequate, however the young oshoor found herself far more talented in writing spells. Her teachers discouraged her works, telling her sternly of the problems that could occur with blending monite to create new and altered spells. The warnings however, spurred the youth on. She hated the League, they had stolen her from her parents, taken her away from a life she had never wanted to leave. The girls tears had dried up by the time she was a teenager, but the hatred and the pain stayed firmly locked in her heart.
It was in her early twenties that Shai'zara and some of the other stolen children finally concocted an escape plan. It was elaborate and dangerous, using some of the spells she had written. There were injuries, brailing, and even a death. The young woman only used these things to feed her hatred of the League. It was all their fault. They had stolen her, forced her to learn, forced her hand.
Fleeing into the desert sands, Shai'zara wandered towards the city. She knew where she needed to go. The other students had mentioned a place of cautious refuge. Three Flowers, a place where people were more likely to turn a blind eye to someone of her heritage. She arrived in the town, weary and dead on her feet, but the rumours were true. She had been able to dissapear from everyone in the seedy criminal underbelly of the Flowers. Selling spells illegally to those who would take them, the oshoor made a varied living. Sometimes she thrived, other times she went hungry for a long time.
And yet, the people still feared her. Galdori to those who passed her at first, it was easy to get under the radar...but then when people realised what she was, there was irrational fear. Shia'zara fed on the fear, if the criminal ring feared her, she was safer than if they didn't. The woman embraced this fear, painting her face to enhance the hollows of her cheeks and eyes, with pale paint on her cheeks and forehead, in the form of a half skull. She wore her thick hair in dreadlocks, pulling them back into a high pile on her head, all twisted with beads and feathers and tiny animal bones. It worked, for a while, until those who feared her instead determined to eliminate her.
It was this unfortunate turn of events that prompted Shai'zara's quick departure from Three Flowers. Without income or housing, Shai'zara turned her sights towards the Turtle, and in the process start searching for her parents. They deserved to know what happened to her. And she needed answers. Who had turned her over to the league all those years ago?
Personality:
Shai'zara is a very private person, unwilling to share her past with the first person she meets. She has never really made friends at the League school, always finding herself distanced from the others and their false sense of belonging. The oshoor firmly knows what she is, and no amount of sugar coating will fix that. She has no desire to "open up" to others, and is very to the point. Somewhere deep beneath this hard exterior, there is the happy bright little girl that just wanted to sell spices and cook good food, but she's buried beneath years of hate, guilt and pain.
The one time that Shai'zara tends to come out of her bitter shell is when she is creating. Whether it be writing spells, recipes or even cooking, the woman feels a sense of purpose and maybe, a little bit of the life she was torn from.
Physical:
Shai'zara is short of stature, a mere 5"6, with a mocha complextion. Her rich dark brown hair is wrapped into dreadlocks and pulled high up on her head in a ponytail, long enough still to brush her shoulders. Weaved into this organized mess are various beaded necklaces, found feathers and tiny sun bleached animal bones. Her eyes are wide and thickly lashed, the color a bright sunny day blue. Her lips are thick and full, only a shade darker than her skin.
On her face, the oshoor has a stylised painting of a half skull, enhancing the hollows of her cheeks and eyes with pale cream clay and charcoal. She wears an animal vertabrae necklace and bone caved bracelets on each wrist.
Her attire consists of a cream colored linen dress, flowing to her ankles with a split up both sides and supported by thin straps. Underneath she wears a pair of dark brown jodphurs in rough cotton. Her feet are protected by a pair of woven leather sandles. Over the top of all this, she throws a brown linen wrap when the sun is too hot on her skin, or if she feels the need to hide her features from the public eye. Thrown across her shoulder is a woven leather bag that contains scraps of paper, charcoal pencils and a few pieces of coin.
Goals:
Shai'zara wants to find her parents. She needs answers to her kidnapping. This is her driving purpose. On the side, she wants to find a regular place to sell her spells (licensed or unlicensed)
Age: 24 (b. Vortas 28th, 2694)
Race: Oshoor
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Muluku Islands
Occupation: Writer and unlicensed spellwrit (need clarification on this)
Bio: Born in a modest spice shop, Shai'zara remembers the smell of cinnamon and cloves surrounding her every day of every moment of her younger childhood. Her parents were imbali spice merchants, a simple couple who never thought they would ever have children. Edging towards the older side of the fertility fence, it was a great joy when her mother finally conceived, and her pregnancy was full of doting from her greying husband. When the little girl was finally born into the world, there was quite a fuss made over her by the duo and their family. How wonderful! A baby girl to continue on the family business. But the Islands were no place for them anymore. The shop was no longer big enough for a business and a family. And so it was that Shai'zara was carried to Thul Ka, her aging parents setting up shop in a preloved two story house, the top for living and bottom for selling. She raised and groomed to become what her father and mother had planned. It was as any child would expect growing up in the trade, everything had a smell or a taste unique to itself, and if you wanted to sell it you had to be able to cook with it. Even at five, the little mugrobi was in the kitchen with her mother, mixing together all sorts of exotic stews and meat rubs, hawking to passers by with a taste of her cooking and a sample pack of spices to buy and recreate the recipe at home. Shai'zara enjoyed learning the trade, but she loved even more so making up the recipes and concoctions to try. As she grew, the girl would write out her recipes in a little notebook, learning basic writing skills from her father. One could not expect to run a spice shop without knowing how to keep a ledger at least! The older imbali noticed his daughters interest in reading and writing, and slowly began to trade some of his wares for broken and beaten books from the people who passed in and out of the area.
And so it was, she was happy. Until her tenth birthday.
In a series of horrific events, Shai'zara learned the bitter and earth shattering truth of her birth. An old abandoned grimore, an unwilling communication with the Mona, and a devestating fire found the young mugrobi stolen away in the depth of night by the League. They took her, along with other oshoor children, to a facility hidden in plain sight so it seemed. A plantation for the cotton used in the cloth making of the city, far away from the city main. The true purpose of the League however, was liberation. To teach in private the things a galdori should know. According to the League, she was a galdori.
It was here, stolen away to this private boarding school of sorts, that Shai'zara learned the ways of the Mona, and how to communicate with it. To control it. Her technique was adequate, however the young oshoor found herself far more talented in writing spells. Her teachers discouraged her works, telling her sternly of the problems that could occur with blending monite to create new and altered spells. The warnings however, spurred the youth on. She hated the League, they had stolen her from her parents, taken her away from a life she had never wanted to leave. The girls tears had dried up by the time she was a teenager, but the hatred and the pain stayed firmly locked in her heart.
It was in her early twenties that Shai'zara and some of the other stolen children finally concocted an escape plan. It was elaborate and dangerous, using some of the spells she had written. There were injuries, brailing, and even a death. The young woman only used these things to feed her hatred of the League. It was all their fault. They had stolen her, forced her to learn, forced her hand.
Fleeing into the desert sands, Shai'zara wandered towards the city. She knew where she needed to go. The other students had mentioned a place of cautious refuge. Three Flowers, a place where people were more likely to turn a blind eye to someone of her heritage. She arrived in the town, weary and dead on her feet, but the rumours were true. She had been able to dissapear from everyone in the seedy criminal underbelly of the Flowers. Selling spells illegally to those who would take them, the oshoor made a varied living. Sometimes she thrived, other times she went hungry for a long time.
And yet, the people still feared her. Galdori to those who passed her at first, it was easy to get under the radar...but then when people realised what she was, there was irrational fear. Shia'zara fed on the fear, if the criminal ring feared her, she was safer than if they didn't. The woman embraced this fear, painting her face to enhance the hollows of her cheeks and eyes, with pale paint on her cheeks and forehead, in the form of a half skull. She wore her thick hair in dreadlocks, pulling them back into a high pile on her head, all twisted with beads and feathers and tiny animal bones. It worked, for a while, until those who feared her instead determined to eliminate her.
It was this unfortunate turn of events that prompted Shai'zara's quick departure from Three Flowers. Without income or housing, Shai'zara turned her sights towards the Turtle, and in the process start searching for her parents. They deserved to know what happened to her. And she needed answers. Who had turned her over to the league all those years ago?
Personality:
Shai'zara is a very private person, unwilling to share her past with the first person she meets. She has never really made friends at the League school, always finding herself distanced from the others and their false sense of belonging. The oshoor firmly knows what she is, and no amount of sugar coating will fix that. She has no desire to "open up" to others, and is very to the point. Somewhere deep beneath this hard exterior, there is the happy bright little girl that just wanted to sell spices and cook good food, but she's buried beneath years of hate, guilt and pain.
The one time that Shai'zara tends to come out of her bitter shell is when she is creating. Whether it be writing spells, recipes or even cooking, the woman feels a sense of purpose and maybe, a little bit of the life she was torn from.
Physical:
Shai'zara is short of stature, a mere 5"6, with a mocha complextion. Her rich dark brown hair is wrapped into dreadlocks and pulled high up on her head in a ponytail, long enough still to brush her shoulders. Weaved into this organized mess are various beaded necklaces, found feathers and tiny sun bleached animal bones. Her eyes are wide and thickly lashed, the color a bright sunny day blue. Her lips are thick and full, only a shade darker than her skin.
On her face, the oshoor has a stylised painting of a half skull, enhancing the hollows of her cheeks and eyes with pale cream clay and charcoal. She wears an animal vertabrae necklace and bone caved bracelets on each wrist.
Her attire consists of a cream colored linen dress, flowing to her ankles with a split up both sides and supported by thin straps. Underneath she wears a pair of dark brown jodphurs in rough cotton. Her feet are protected by a pair of woven leather sandles. Over the top of all this, she throws a brown linen wrap when the sun is too hot on her skin, or if she feels the need to hide her features from the public eye. Thrown across her shoulder is a woven leather bag that contains scraps of paper, charcoal pencils and a few pieces of coin.
Goals:
Shai'zara wants to find her parents. She needs answers to her kidnapping. This is her driving purpose. On the side, she wants to find a regular place to sell her spells (licensed or unlicensed)
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