Personal Information

Name: Nebet
Alias:
Priestess, is simply what she is called by most.

Sex: Female
Age: 22
Date of Birth: March 6th

Appearance:
Standing at five foot six, and a rather serious expression Nebet can come off as rather intimidating and no-nonsense in her attitude. She has long black hair, falling past her shoulders to the small of her back. Typically she wears simple, but elegant seeming white garb with golden ornaments around her neck and a simple golden headband holding her hair in place. The robe falls to the ground, and is light and allows one easy movement. On her feet, she wears simple open toed sandals. As far as physical appearances go, most would consider her a beauty. The arm bracelets holding up her sleeves, depicts that of a serpent coiling around her arms.

Personality:
Nebet at her core, is a kind, if serious soul. She dislikes any sort of shenanigans and takes great offense to any sort of interruptions of the daily routine or the way things are normally run. There is an order to everything, and that order is there for a reason, and to escape or interfere with that order would be pure folly. She takes her job as a Priestess very, very, seriously, some might say much too seriously. She can at times, have trouble relaxing and tends to shoulder burdens by herself and at times forgets she can ask others for help, if she needs it. Law and order are paramount to her, and any attempts to disrupt that order would be met with stern resistance.

She is incredibly polite in most dealings with people, and always urges for others to be as well. While she doesn't dislike violence, peaceful solutions should always be explored first before one takes up arms. Perhaps a bit odd, for one who works close with the embalmers of the dead, but she is not eager to send anyone on their way to judgement in Duat. She knows better than anyone how frightening such a thing as facing the executioners sword, so to speak. She holds herself and others to a strict moral code, one she loathes to break on any sort of occasion. However, one should note if she is angered in some fashion she is surprisingly...violent. Conflicts should be ended quickly and precisely, and without hesitation. This violent part of her personality likely stems from her life before she was a priestess. As a thief, grave robber, and generally bad seed sort, one had to have a sense for such things.

While most of these traits can make her seem a bit...difficult to approach at first, one would find her surprisingly caring about those around her. She'll listen to any woes you might have, or any sort of troubles and do her best to help within the confines of the law.

Biography:

Originally born to a simple poor craftsman family, Nebet didn't have a very easy life growing up. She spent most of her time in the slums causing trouble for the local guard and generally just being a little hellion.
If one of her old acquaintances saw her now they would be thoroughly, thoroughly, shocked. She quickly learned how to do some simple breaking and entering, and how to move relatively unseen and learning how to 'talk' her way out of situations if she did get caught. Not exactly a perfect life for a small girl to grow up in, but she made the best of it, even if she was somewhat jaded by the experience.

Sometime later, such a life couldn't sustain her nor her family. With her father falling ill, she decided to take up a small profit putting on shows - namely dancing and other such acts. After a few months of bumbling around and finding a small group of musicians and artisans to travel with, her natural dexterity and quick wit allowed her to do the act well enough. Besides, it was fun and it brought in a decent amount of money. It was a pretty good gig compared to her thieving. Too bad she couldn't just quit and lead her life that way. It was too much fun - the thrill one got from such things is like a sirens call, and difficult to resist once one had done it.

Her and a few others of the small troupe made a living of finding old tombs - and pilfering any valuables they could get their mitts on and selling them. By the time she was sixteen, she had already successfully robbed at least three different tombs, some multiple times before their little group was caught. When they were, it wasn't pretty. Grave robbers fates are not something to be envied, and such offenses are dealt with harshly.

Now, Nebet had never been particularly religious. She had always thought the gods petty beings that simply looked down on people at best, nonexistent at worst. She had always heard tales of their miracles and wizards and such, and even met a few people who could do such things but had always passed it off as trickery. As she was awaiting judgement for her crimes, a priest in a temple of worship caught wind of what happened. He was a priest of Anubis, and he offered her a chance to both cleanse her soul before she passed on to Duat, and a chance to lead a better life. As terrified of death as she was, she accepted without hesitation.

For the next four years, Nebet learned at the temple under his careful guidance. She learned proper embalming techniques, and gained a new respect for both the dead, gods, and scholars themselves. The young adult especially found the scriptures of Anubis to affect her deeply. Eventually, she pledged herself to the deity and started learning sorcery and magic. She practiced embalming, and began to spend her days in both quiet meditation and training.

When the previous pharaoh passed, the head priest at the temple asked her to advise his young successor on both spiritual matters, and matters pertaining to the law. Reluctantly, Nebet accepted. She was not eager to serve the Pharaoh directly, but if that is what she was tasked with she would do it.


Magician: Yes
Deity:Anubis
Equipment:
While Nebet generally has little on her person, her weapon of choice should she require one is the Ceremonial Fan Axe.

The ceremonial item, was of course, never originally intended to be used in combat, but Nebet has made it an effective tool. The one she wields acts as a fairly effective, if lightweight halberd that is used primarily for slashing. With her skills as a dancer and general dexterity, its a fairly effective weapon despite her physical abilities not being the better out there. One does not have to be overwhelmingly strong to win a fight, merely know how to use their weapon the best. Combine this with her sorcery and magic, the weapon is highly effective.

Generally, if out and about the city or doing something other than her duties as a priestess, she has the weapon with her. It is a weapon as much as it is a symbol of status, and she likes to keep it close.

Ability:
Thievery: While she hardly employs such skills these days due to her position as a priestess, it is true she has knowledge of thievery, stealth, lockpicking and seduction. She doesn't employ them any more, but if the situation calls for it she could do such things fairly well.
Dancing: Nebet has a history of a dancer, meaning she is more than both a little flexible and fairly light on her feet and acrobatic. While she does lack the natural strength some others might, she knows how to use her agility and acrobatics well enough, and how to use her Fan Axe to deflect and parry blows of beings even stronger than she is.
Scholar, follower of Law: Nebet has spent most of the years since her time as a priestess, studying law and scholarly pursuits such as mathematics and similar things.
Priestess of Anubis: Being a priestess of Anubis, Nebet has the ability to cast spells. This takes the form of curses, and some basic soul based magic. This is done by Manipulating life essence to cause 'disruptions' in another persons essence.

Spells/Techniques:

Nebet's spells are a little less on the direct side of things. Her patron deity, Anubis deals more with the soul of the human body than with any sort of direct fighting. She is fairly skilled with magic involving curses, those effecting the senses, as well as a few minor spells use for protection of herself and others. This, also means she is quite adept at removing curses, debilitating effects and things of similar natures as well.

-Soul Shield:
Places a barrier of ones Life Essence around oneself to absorb and deflect attacks.

-Soul Detect:
One is able to detect the soul of another and locate them. Most useful in situations where one suspects they may be ambushed, or where ones senses may otherwise be skewed.

-Balefire:
This flame, is one of the few forms of direct attack Nebet has. Ceremonial fires of the dead, used to help guide lost souls on their journey in the afterlife. The fire itself doesn't burn as normal fire, and is pleasantly warm, but drains ones spirit should it mark them. It is how most, if not all of her curses are delivered.

She could likely get more proficient with it, and use it for different purposes if her Attunement with Anubis becomes better, but she has been unable to make progress in that regard recently.

-Curse of Anubis, Weight of Sin:
The first curse she learned, the only one that does not require balefire to use. A simple touch is enough to mark a single person. Otherwise, she takes a stalwart stance with legs apart, facing her target head on, Nebet raises the Fan Axe upwards before making a sweeping motion towards her target as balefire engulfs the area.

The curse is quite simple. It affects the one who is cursed by it, but altering the flow of essence to make them weaker. Any weapons, armor, or anything any living being is carrying on their person suddenly feels as though it is 10x heavier than it actually is, meaning one would require much greater effort to carry a sword and their armor would feel as though it is crushing them beneath it should they wear it and forcing them to their knees in repentance. The effect is nearly absolute, though those with sufficient strength will find the effects of the curse easier to shrug off. There is of course, a time limit and with time the curse will fade.

-Wrath of Anubis, Bindings of the Dead:
Striking the ground with the Fan Axe, Nebet borrows from the spirits of the dead momentarily. The Balefire partially summons spirits of the dead. Hands of the dead crawl from the ground and hold whatever they touch in place for a time. One can cut themselves free of these bindings if they are able, as well as if they have sufficient strength pull themselves from it.

-Wrath of Anubis, Anubis' Fury:
As much as he is a judge of souls, Anubis is a protector of tombs. He strikes down those who would defile such holy places and leaves their souls to rot in the realm of the dead. It, is the only direct method she has of attacking someone. Focusing Essence in the palm of her hand, she summons a powerful, baleful flame to directly burn their body in a brilliant explosion of flame. The strength is enough to crack solid stone.

It is a close range attack, and while somewhat difficult to pull off it is incredibly devastating - if you get caught with Bindings, or are slowed by the Weight, then you can expect her to try and follow up with this.

-Curse of Anubis, Judgement of the Sinful:
Thrusting the Fan Axe forward, the blade cuts into the very soul of whoever it strikes with its baleful flames.

Those souls who weigh heavier than a feather of Ma'at, are cast out and devoured by Ammit, destined to become restless forever and to 'die' a second time. While this spell is merely a pale imitation of such a fate, and is by no means permanent it is a thing to be feared regardless. Currently, the most powerful spell in her Arsenal. Her most powerful curse. It comes in several stages:

Stage one - A persons skin becomes incredibly dry, the water from their very bodies evaporating into nowhere. Yet, it leaves just enough to keep them alive, giving them an incredibly debilitating sense of dehydration and thirst.

Stage Two - The target's motor control starts to go. Small, and unnoticeable at first, but soon they might find their limbs being sluggish to move, or moving erratically. Eventually, their limbs will refuse to want to move altogether and the simple act of moving anything will become extremely painful.

Stage Three - Eventually, the affected will start losing any sense of self, becoming 'lost'. Vision will be obscured, thoughts will become clouded and they will forget whatever it was they were doing, becoming lost in a void until the curse is lifted. Their arms will lose all strength and they will move slowly to onlookers. It is far from fatal, and those with strong enough sense of purpose or self will find stage three less than effective, but if one has questions or qualms about what they are doing they will find this stage to be particularly terrifying.

The curse can only be applied on a target individually one at a time, and is particularly draining to use. Lifting the curse is a matter of her doing it herself, or someone proficient at such things doing it themselves. She is hesitant to use this on anyone for various reasons.

Parameters

Essence: 4/ 5
Attunement: 3 / 5
Magic: 4 / 5
Strength: 2 / 5
Speed: 3 / 5
Body: 2 / 5
Wisdom: 5 / 5

Misc. Information

-Name comes from the first of the only two historically accurate Female Viziers.

Name: Zamonth
Alias: Zamonth The Slayer
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Zamonth is a tall, burly man. He is in prime physique and his sheer size alone intimidates even the bravest of warriors, not to mention his icey glare.


Date of Birth: September 15
Personality:
Despite having an intimidating reputation and form, Zamonth is actually very lax and easy-going. He follows orders and is very patient. To those that do not know him, he will still seem quiet and moody. But around comrades, Zamonth is . . . still often quiet and moody. But stick around long enough and you will see Zamonth burst with excitement at the opportunity to fight a worthy foe, enjoy delicious food, drink superb tasting wine.

In moments of joy, Zamonth will drop his silent and mature demeanor and at times appear to be a flat out child. But this is not to say that Zamonth does not have a temper. Should you not only upset Zamonth, but truly anger and disrespect him, he will erupt into what can be described as a blind fury of destruction and chaos. He will not stop until he pummels his opponent into the ground, heavily driving the point that he is unhappy and much more powerful than his foe.

When in combat but of a calm mind, Zamonth is not as ruthless, but still overwhelmingly destructive at times. That's not to say he won't try and gauge his attacks, as he will nonchalantly knock weak opponents unconscious, but he does sometimes struggle to monitor his strength.

All in all, Zamonth is honest, loyal, and despite his darker background is obviously seeking a somewhat different lifestyle than that of before.
Biography:
Evident by his skin tone, Zamonth is not originally of Egypt. He comes from another land, one more tropical and shaded from the intense sun. With a very different culture, it is here that he endured the painful process of tattooing his body and becoming the excellent swimmer he is today. In his lands, survival of the fittest took on another meaning in that ruling tribes and leaders were determined by strength and challenges of endurance. Those who could not compete in such endeavors were not able to hold any authority and had little say in decision making.

Here, Zamonth was conditioned to fight from birth. Born with an indomitable spirit and unwavering determination he easily rose to the top ranks of warriors. It was not long after early adolescence that Zamonth became a champion not only of his tribe's combat ring, but of the entire island civilization he lived on. Wishing to see his tribe have all their needs and desires satisfied, Zamonth fought brutally against any that dared challenge his tribe, their land. For favor of unclaimed lands and trading negotiations, Zamonth would swim against other tribe's most powerful, seeing who could swim furthest out into the raging ocean-and make it back.

For a few years Zamonth's tribe enjoy the ultimate lifestyle of the island, until a rivaling and jealous tribe decided to try and take that away. One night while Zamonth was quite a distance from his land, night fishing for large nocturnal prey that would feed his people, this tribe ambushed his village. By the time Zamonth noticed the fire and smoke looming from his village and made his way back, the his entire tribe had been slaughtered. Normally this would have been a breach of agreement established by his very tribe, but in this island, survival of the fittest decided unspoken law. With his tribe murdered there was no one to try them, in fact, they were now the supreme tribe.

The title did not last long however, as Zamonth, blinded by his fury, in return mercilessly obliterated the rival tribe. Afterwards, there was nothing left for him however.

With no home, no family, and a disgust for the world he once was apart of, Zamonth decided to leave the beautiful but dangerous island he had lived in all his life. Creating a vessel made of some of the strongest wood in the land, Zamonth set out to the sea and made his way for the nearest land to his island, the land known as Egypt.

Though he was familiar with the sea and fishing, the journey to Egypt was long and grueling. One night in the midst of a fever induced semi-conscious dream, Zamonth was approached with a voice, the voice belonging to someone that called herself "Ammit, The Devourer of the Dead." She told Zamonth that although this journey would at the time be the greatest task he'd complete, should he survive, that much more would be possible should he succeed. Upon reaching the land known as Egypt, this deity would grace Zamonth for his display of power, his display of determination, and soon, the wrath that he would bring upon Egypt; but what his wrath would be used for, that, was up to him. So long as death of the wicked hearts were carried out.

Upon arriving, Zamonth quickly learned that those with power sought to take advantage of others all throughout the world. Weakened from his trip, slavers captured Zamonth and decided to take him back to their gladiator arena.

On the day Zamonth arrived to the arena, he had no food and little water in his system. He was placed in in a cell next to someone he soon learned was Amen. It was then he learned of Amen's origin, his desires in this world, and his own cruel fate. With unexpected generosity, Amen offered what little food he had to Zamonth, having been enslaved much longer than Zamonth had been but also having eaten more recently.

The next time Amen was thrown into the arena, two unexpected things happened.

Fueled by not only rage from his slaughtered tribe and the slavers here in Egypt, but a new sense of justice, Zamonth exploded into a frenzy. He decided that even if he should die here, he would kill as many slavers as he could and help Amen see freedom to hopefully one day right the wrongs he and this land suffered. It was then that the god of war, Ammit, first came to Zamonth and granted him the power of the gods. Lacking magic teaching and experience meant nothing as Ammit cared for but one thing: Zamonth's power.

The slavers stood no chance against Zamonth as he wiped out nearly half their forces. If not for his exhaustion, he would surely have killed them all, but the god form took its toll on the barely fed Zamonth and he resorted to a weakened human form.

Fortunately, on that day, a band of thieves decided to steal from the slavers as well. Whether by their own good will or the impressive will of Amen and Zamonth to escape, they decided to help free all the prisoners.

From then on Zamonth and Amen traveled with this band of thieves, stealing but not without their own unique moral code. Thanks to stolen teachings, mainly obtained by Amen, Zamonth has learned basic magic skills/spells and has continued to strengthen his bonds with the gods.

Once Amen was called back to the kingdom, Zamonth accepted an offer to come along with him and serve as one of his Viziers, specifically as a body guard, combat instructor, and ultimate warrior weapon.


Magician: Yes
Deity: Ammit; Beginning study on Khnum
Equipment:
Broadsword- Zamonth is very proficient with blades, and his great strength allows him to wield even the heaviest of swords. His broadsword is extra long, possible not only thanks to his strength but impressive height. Because of this he has a very broad attack range. His custom sword guard allows him to snare enemy blades and easily disarm them with his overwhelming power.


Ability:
Physical Strength: Zamonth is unmatched in physical prowess, able to easily lift heavy objects and push back large opponents. In his time as a thief, he used his strength to help in missions.

Swimming: Coming from an island and traveling the ocean, Zamonth is an excellent swimmer and can hold his breath for a very, very long time.

Water Magic: While not the most skilled in casting spells, Zamonth does have a natural affinity with water and thus can perform various feats with water, such as creating oxygen bubbles underwater and creating ice barriers. Having Ammit, a part reptilian/hippopotamus deity, also increases his ability with water.
Spells/Techniques:
Scale Armor: Guided more by Zamonth's patron deity and affinity with water than a spell book, he can cast ice scales around his body that protect his flesh and make holding him in place very difficult.

Ice Spikes: Projectiles made of ice can be fired from Zamonth's hands, either individually or in a barrage.

Lion's Senses: Using the lion senses granted to him by Ammit, Zamonth can temporarily gain enhanced senses, primarily those of hearing and smell. This also grants him increased balance and a boost in agility.

Weapons Master: Zamonth is proficient with various weapons, though heavy weapons are his upmost specialty. In the heat of battle, Zamonth will disarm opponents and turn their weapons against them. His sword and arm guard are specifically designed to increase his defense and disarming ability.

Jaws of Death: Using both arms, Zamonth creates a 'set of jaws' that become surrounded in large ice teeth. With the 'strength of the lion, hippopotamus and crocodile', these jaws (though limited in direction once created) are near impossible to escape and will crush opponents before literally freezing their bodies and draining them of whatever life they have left.

Ice Sheet: Zamonth can cover surfaces and with enough will even thin air into sheets of ice. This can make it hard for enemies to keep their footing, but also allow for Zamonth to slide quickly from place to place; even over dangerous falls and elements. On a smaller scale, Zamonth can coat weapons with ice to deal elemental damage to enemies.

"Eater of Hearts": Allowing Ammit to fill him completely, Zamonth can take on the god like form of a giant humanoid demon crocodile. This increases his already great height, strength, endurance, and durability. Normal weapons deal no damage to his thick scales and even magic attacks are now less effective against the normally more vulnerable Zamonth. Unlike most deity forms, Ammit's is feared as Ammit is a demon that devours unworthy souls and sends them to the fiery lake of fire that is her stomach.



Essence: 4 / 5
Attunement: 4 / 5
Magic: 2 / 5
Strength: 5 / 5
Speed: 3 / 5
Body: 4 / 5
Wisdom: 1 / 5


-Ammit is a demon that devours unpure souls who fail to pass Annubis's judgement. Not being evil per say, this does cause Ammit to have a great appetite for souls and thus push warrior's to prematurely end the lives of the wicked. The consequences are not always ideal, but such is the role of a demon.