[CHAR] En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

[Blu]

Pharaoh Amenhotep

Height: 5'07" (170 cm)

Personal Information

Name: Amenhotep
Alias: Pharaoh Amenhotep of Thebes, Amen (to his close associates/friends)
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Date of Birth: August 14
Personality: Once a pampered child who knows no world beyond the confines of the royal court, Amenhotep, or simply Amen as he prefers to be called by those who know him, has grown into a self-reliant young man who yearns for freedom and the thrill of adventure above anything else. His brashness and confidence are his most distinguishing personality traits; admittedly to a fault even. His brashness can translate into bluntness and rudeness which are frown upon characteristics unfit of a Pharaoh who is required to exemplify diplomacy. But perhaps his most glaring vice is his overconfidence which can easily transform into downright arrogance, most specifically in terms of his combat prowess.

He approaches battles with the mindset that he has already won and tends to taunt his opponents no matter the situation. In all fairness, he has seen his fair share and then some of battles, having spent a large part of his life as an enslaved gladiator. Still, his arrogance, if not kept in check, may prove to be his downfall one day. Another defining aspect of Amen's is his honor. He holds himself to a strict moral code and typically punishes himself for breaking a code by spending days at a time fasting and praying for forgiveness from the gods. At times, he can be quite stubborn but that plays into his generosity and kindness. He won't stand for any policy that he finds morally corrupt such as slavery, and he treats everyone, even those of lower birth, with the same respect and kindness.

Amen detests just about every aspect of court life, having grown accustomed to the life of a vagabond. He tends to sneak away from the royal palace to explore the city alone which is where he feels most comfortable. Amen has conflicting feelings regarding his late father, Pharaoh Thutmose. He was the one who exiled Amen and his mother in the first place which has been a grudge he held for so long, but to now find that his father, himself, lifted the exile and welcomes Amen back as a Pharaoh causes inner turmoil within him. But, perhaps he should use this gift given to him to become a just and respectable ruler for the sake of his people.

Biography: Amenhotep was born on the 14th of August to Pharaoh Thutmose and his minor wife, Mutemwiya. His mother was a servant to Queen Nefertari and shared a secret love with Thutmose. Nefertari, herself, could bear no children for Thutmose but Mutemwiya became pregnant shortly after their affair began. Learning of her pregnancy, Thutmose was overjoyed and immediately married her, designating her as a minor royal wife. She and the Pharaoh doted on Amen, grooming him to be the heir to the throne. That is until Queen Nefertari was murdered and the investigation pointed towards Mutemwiya who they accused of lusting after the Queen's position. They even convince the Pharaoh that she may attempt to wrest control of the throne to herself.

Blinded by anger from the death of his still-beloved queen, Thutmose exiled Amen and Mutemwiya, being unable to sentence her and the child to death. Amen and his mother made a new home in a far off city but his mother soon contracted a plague and passed, leaving Amen on his own. It seemed the end for the once-royal child. But Amen learned to live by his own hands. He had to. He wanted to survive. He wanted revenge on Thutmose. So as a street urchin, he stole to survive. Until he was promptly captured at the age of ten and sold as a slave. A gladiator troupe bought him. The troupe itself was infamous for conducting battles using slave children, making them kill one another for entertainment. Amen spent the next three years of his life as a gladiator. Again, he had to survive, so he killed to do so; children just like himself, even younger... their blood is stained on his hands.

His gladiator days ended when he and the other children were rescued by a band of thieves who wanted to steal from the troupe but ended up rescuing the children as well. With nowhere else to go, Amen joined up with them. One day, he stole several scriptures from a traveling merchant: magic scriptures of the god, Amun. He's heard tales of Magicians doing great things with their powers so he decided this was fate calling out to him to become a Magician. And so he did. He studied and trained vigorously, day in and day out. He had to. He wanted revenge on Thutmose. Amen learned fast. Perhaps all of his diligent training and learning paid off, perhaps it was natural talent. Whatever the case may be, he now had powers he never imagined he would come to acquire. So, he planned his revenge.

But then, one day, a group of messengers and warriors found him and stated that his exile has been lifted and he is to return to Thebes to assume the mantle of Pharaoh. He was in utter shock. He would come to find out that Thutmose has died and his last wish was to bring Amen back home to become Pharaoh. The nights leading to his return to Thebes was fraught with unrest as he struggles to come to terms with everything. And now, he's back to the place he once called home...

Combat Information

Magician: Yes
Deity: Amun
Equipment: The Mystic's Ankh Scepter (as pictured above) is the only notable piece of equipment Amen carries. When not in use, he typically fastens it horizontally behind his waist. Bequeathed to him along with the throne and title of Pharaoh, the scepter is a part of Pharaoh Thutmose's royal arms. It is unique in that it is reactive to essence. When imbued with essence, it can grow, shrink, and change shape. Essence also reinforces the scepter, making it highly durable and unlikely to break or sustain major damage. Casting magic through the scepter as a medium also enhances the potency of the spells used. Due to its versatility and overall usefulness, Amen has come to rely solely on the scepter as his weapon of choice.

Ability:

• Wind Magic: With his patron deity, Amun, being a Wind God, Amen has acquired the ability to use Wind Magic. Not only can he manipulate wind that is already present, he can create new wind by increasing the speed of the flow of life essence ever present in the air. Furthermore, he can mold wind into varying shapes with his magic.
• Hunting: Life on the move often forces Amen to spend weeks at a time out in the open desert where the only way to get food is to hunt or fish for it, aside from gathering what little edible vegetation is available in the harsh desert environment. Thus Amen has honed his hunting and fishing skills which consists of tracking and trap making as well.
• Thievery: Having spent a part of his life with a band of thieves, Amen has picked up some useful skills such as pickpocketing, lockpicking, and stealth. Although he can't claim to have mastered these skills, he is quite proficient in their use. He just isn't going to rob the royal treasury any time soon.

Spells/Techniques:

• Soul Shield: A basic spell. It places a barrier of one's Life Essence around oneself to absorb and deflect attacks.
• Amun's Breath: Amen slashes horizontally with his scepter, causing a powerful gust of wind to release in a forward arc, blowing back his enemies. The spell rarely causes serious damage and is more of a crowd control method.
• Amun's Sword: Slashing vertically or diagonally this time with a more condense concentration of essence creates white wind blades that have been known to carve deeply into thick boulders. Against flesh unprotected by essence, it could sever limbs or even prove fatal.
• Wind God's Fist: First, Amen takes a sideways stance with his feet together and one hand is held behind his back. He then twirls his scepter in the air and gathers/creates a large amount of essence-infused wind and thrusts his scepter forward, unleashing an enormous drill-shaped projectile of wind that is easily able to completely destroy large boulders.
• Wind God's Familiar: Amen can create up to three falcons composed of wind to attack his enemies. These falcons can move on their own accord and also follow Amen's commands. Alternatively, he can create one giant falcon instead of three. Although this takes a much larger amount of essence to pull off.
• Wind God's Hammer: Pointing his scepter into the air, essence-infused wind gathers into an elongated tornado. Amen then slams the tornado into the ground, damaging anyone in its path.
• Wind Orbs: Amen can create up to twelve wind orbs around him that he can individually launch at his target.
• Amun's Chariot: Essence-infused wind gathers at his feet and allows Amen to move much faster in battle. Unfortunately, this consumes a lot of essence and can't be used for extended periods of time as it's difficult to sustain.

Parameters

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

Misc. Information

• Amen is based on Pharaoh Amenhotep III whose reign was a period of unprecedented prosperity, earning him the name of Amenhotep the Magnificent.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Nebet

Priestess Nebet

Height: 5'6"

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.

Combat Information

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.

[Grey]

Attendant Satiah

Height: 5'10" (178cm)

Personal Information

Name: Satiah
Alias: The General's Favored Servant; Saty
Sex: Female
Age: 21
Date of Birth: September 12
Appearance: As a tall young lady with a well-built form and an imposing silhouette, one could be forgiven for believing Satiah to be some kind of stoic brute at the service of her liege - an impression which usually fades immediately after she opens her mouth. Her hair and eyes aren't as notable as her form, being black and brown, respectively. She keeps her hair in an untidy bob that terminates just below chin-length. As far as fashion goes, she shows a preference for conservative layers of dark, simply-designed and loose-fitting robes. Underneath, she wears simple sheathe skirt and banded sandals.
Personality: There is a saying that servants and children should be seen, not heard. In a way, this applies to Satiah equivocally. With social graces that have long since atrophied from disuse, maintaining silence is not an unusual command for her to hear, and one she understands the rationale behind very well. However at the same time, she is her father's daughter, and can be quite vocal when the occasion presents itself - a scenario which, given her new station, has a good chance of becoming "most of the time". Clearly this is a combination of traits that spells disaster, but there is a reason she's been called "a misguided fool who stands a good chance at dying futilely in an effort to prove herself" by her mentor more than once.

Fortunately, there's also a saying that the gods take care of fools; not that this would cause Satiah any great relief, for such a possibility runs completely contrary to the convictions carved into her being. And more than gods, more than gold and more than glory, there is nothing that Satiah believes in more than her convictions, almost to a martyresque extent. In that sense, she could be considered a sort of magician in her own right - a devotee who creates mysteries through force of industry rather than divine petition. Although at the same time, there is something about her bearing and dogged adherence to beliefs that suggests a cornered rat.

But why wouldn't they? Her enemy is none other than the system of the world itself, and her beliefs have long since crossed into heresy. The gods who play their games with the fate of humanity, and the kings who wield their supposed birthrights like a sword, amassing power while their people burn. Such are the truths that Satiah holds in highest disdain, but they are also the realities by which the world she lives is run. If life is to be improved for all, then the scales of the past law must be cast aside. Indeed, while her dedication is her greatest virtue, it is also her greatest hubris. Regardless, only time will tell if things truly can change, or if she is simply deluding herself.

As far as her conduct goes, Satiah is overall someone that is earnest but provincial, with an aura of underlying intensity that pervades her deeds. Well-intentioned but not necessarily kind, and chronically incapable of half-assing anything, hers is a pure but misguided sense of justice. She respects honesty, audacity, and individuals of great dedication (even if what they are dedicated to opposes her own beliefs), and cannot stand the roundabout nature of politics or bush-beating. A fool to the very end.
Biography: Where there is a king, there will always be those who oppose his rule. Satiah's father Hakor, a prominent and charismatic military leader, was one of these people, as were her brothers Siamun, Ahmose, and Muthis. They paid for their treason with their lives, disgraced and executed after leading a revolt against Pharaoh Thutmose. A similar fate was to fall upon the young Satiah and her mother Ipu, but they were spared due to the efforts of one of her father's former subordinates, a rising star in the navy named Khay, and consigned to a life of slavery under him instead.

She would not understand why until she was far older, but it was still life and for that Satiah and her mother were grateful. However the ideals of her father had already stuck into her young mind, and the life of a slave only served to ingrain them deeper into her traumatized psyche and create a deeper awareness of what her family considered symptomatic of the world's evils. It was around this point that she determined that something had to be done, and that if nobody was willing to do it, she would have to. But of course, being a slave, the young girl had no means to achieve such a goal; so she decided to make herself indispensable in the service of her master as means of acquiring some vague notion of an opportunity that she assumed she'd gain.

Which she did.

At the twilight of her adolescence, Khay, hearing of his slave's deviant philosophies, had revealed himself to Satiah and her mother one of Hakor's proponents, but one too afraid (or perhaps wise enough not) to follow him into revolution. Allowing them to live safely was to be his way of paying the man back, but it was clear by Satiah's vocality on the issue of populism that such a thing was not to happen. So instead, he decided he would train Satiah, make her strong, and in doing so, perhaps enable her to incite change - though not as violently as her father had attempted. But when it became clear that she'd possessed no natural talent and was inherently incapable of dedicating herself to a god through the years of petition required, Khay decided to cut his losses and abandon the project; for without powerful magic at her beck and call, what hope did a slave have of rising in status?

Despite this conclusion, Satiah remained unfazed. Rather than resign herself to mere mortality, she was determined to demonstrate that although she was doomed to mortality, she was no lesser than any magician. She was not granted power, so the fact that she had been turned away from for not performing well was simply natural to her. Instead, through excruciating perseverance, she was determined to earn it.

And slowly but surely, the officer's eye turned back on the revolutionary's daughter, and after the umpteenth request, was only barely disposed enough to continue instructing her. But instead of wasting time behind closed doors in the wee hours of the night, Satiah would be forced to prove herself on the battlefield when Khay - now a general - brought her along with him on his campaign in western Asia.

Taking a laissez-faire approach to his protege, Khay had Satiah unofficially take responsibility for a small, disreputable section of his army by acting as a messenger issuing "his" commands. Success and failure were to be her teachers now, and by the end of the campaign, she knew them both well. That said, it did not take too long for people to catch on, as the chance in tactics was quite glaring, but at the end of the day, Satiah had succeeded in her goal: she managed to successfully acquire a reputation among those in power - if only out of novelty's sake, and oft to make jokes at her expense. And by that point, it had become an open secret that she was the strategist behind her regiment's upward trend.

When Pharaoh Thutmose died and the military was to issue a representative to the young princeling, the upper echelons of the military were confident that their general would choose someone suitable for the task. In hindsight, what did happen should have been immediately obvious, but nobody really expected the savvy general to put the daughter of a prominent revolutionary in such a precarious position. But he did. He chose Satiah, fulfilling the promise he'd made for her all those years ago.

And now making her ideals a reality falls upon herself, and herself alone.

Combat Information

Magician: No
Deity: N/A
Equipment:

• Bow and Quiver - The principle weapon of the Egyptian military, historically speaking. As far as appearances go, it's a rather nondescript armament, clear of decor and simply strung - the kind you could pick up at any garrison. The leather quiver worn across her back is likewise lacking in decoration. A very standard weapon through and through. That said, the way Satiah wields her bow can hardly be called standard style. Fortunately, archery is not her most potent means of conducting combat, just a secondary methodology that she bears a sufficient degree of proficiency with.

Ability:

• Combat Analysis - Heightened analytical and observational capacity refined by a hellish combination of training, experience, and singleminded dedication to the art and science of battle, at the cost of proper etiquette and decent general education. The product of countless hours sparring against mortal and mage alike, and leading missions across western Asia. Although translatable to small unit tactical functions, due to the biases of her personality clashing with the reality of large scale conflicts, it loses efficacy as the amount of people she needs to look after grows. At the same time, because of those biases, it bears special effectiveness against enemies of a magical bend.
• Hand to Hand Combat - Satiah's true weapon of choice none other than her body. As refining the state of the body was oft the priority of her training, this struck her as the next logical step. After all, more potent than any mundane blade is a body reinforced by essence, and there is no little surprise in an archer who cuts the distance to level a powerful fist into a complacent opponent's core vitals. Besides, anything that conserves time is a blessing to someone who has a very tight schedule.
• Servantry - As someone who'd lived as a slave for the vast majority of her life, Satiah is capable of undertaking all sorts of household chores and fieldwork. This also includes utilities of a military persuasion, such as chariot driving, camp setting, and so on.
• Faux Pas - Denotes Satiah's... unique competence in politically important situations. A dangerous ability.

Techniques:

Parameters

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

[Jinxer]

(Royal) Physician Qar

Height: 5' 9"

Personal Information

Name: Qar
Alias: Only his title, Royal Physician. Some may simply refer to him as 'Scholar'.
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Date of Birth: 17th October
Appearance: Tall, especially for one born amongst the poorest of farmers, with a strong and athletic build, Qar might easily be mistaken for a warrior or a guard. Perhaps an adventurer. That would be if not for the robes he wears with no armour above or underneath and the elaborately carved staff he carries everywhere. His attire certainly ascribes the title of 'scholar' to his person although he will never be found without his cloth sack containing all the tools of his healing craft. If it were not for his height and build he might be one thieves would choose to target, especially as he often looks lost in thought and has the soft expression of one who has never suffered terrible personal trauma.

Personality: Usually mild-mannered with a calm and balanced approach to all things, Qar is someone who many might find frustrating. He has a strong belief in morality and justice, especially when it is underpinned by the rule of law, courtesy of his patron deity's position in support of the latter. He will offer advice where he feels he can but will often stay quiet when someone he feels has superior knowledge or experience is putting forth their view.

As far as Qar is concerned his main mission is to keep people alive, whether through repairing broken bodies or by curing them off illness. Much of his time is devoted to this but he is also aware of his official duty and position and so spends less time than he might formerly have doing the rounds for the local populace. He attempts to impart his knowledge but finds that myth and tradition often gets in the way of understanding the reality of his craft. While he is a strong believer in the Gods himself and acknowledges the importance of faith, especially in maintaining one's strength and purpose in times of turmoil and pain; Qar will become frustrated when a patient will refuse his methods in favour of unproven but nevertheless traditional cures.

Always keen to gain more knowledge, Qar loves to discuss academic matters of all disciplines: whether it be of technological innovations in agriculture to astrological readings to the lore of the Gods. He tends to get on better with those who have such interest, or great knowledge, themselves but does not look down on those who do not; perhaps due to his own very humble and ignorant beginnings.

His studies in medicine and healing have drifted into the realm of physical well being and its importance in maintaining general health. As a result of his observations, Qar maintains a vigorous exercise routine and tries to engage in sparring sessions with guards when possible; although he is not a skilled fighter his natural height, build and fitness give him a slight edge. As a physician he encourages those for whom is responsible to exercise regularly and take all things in moderation, particularly food and alcohol. While he may not understand the actual sciences behind such things his observations alone have given him evidence enough to see the benefits of good practice in the matter.

Biography: Qar was born into a large family of farmers. As far as the little remembered history of his poor family went, they had always been farmers in the same village. It was one of many villages scattered in the area too small to be worthy of a name, often moving in time with the seasons to survive the hottest periods or to return to the Nile to begin ploughing the fields.

They had a poor diet, as was common for many in their position. They never starved, their father having a knack to place them early and well whenever the planting season began. Still, there were too many of them to be properly sustained on mere farming. By the time Qar reached the age of eight he had twelve surviving siblings, seven older and five younger than himself. It soon became clear that he had an inquiring mind, he was the first to be seen talking to any nomads or visitors to their small community and listened keenly to anything he was told and rarely forgot any of it.

Seeing the promise in their child, his parents eventually agreed that he and they would be better served by sending Qar to a temple in the hope that he would be taken in. By the age of twelve he was already taller than his father and so they were loathe to let go someone who promised to be a good worker but the priests too recognised his potential and took him in.

For the next four years Qar learned about the Gods and worshipped them, especially Thoth to whom the temple was mainly dedicated to. Noticing his favour with Thoth the priests began to educate him in matters relating to magic. While he had no talent for being a magician, Qar's hard work in those years gave him an appreciable skill. Reflecting his own nature, and his adherence to Thoth's teaching, his magic was one that affected others' magic more than brought about effects in and of itself. Whether by reflecting other magic or refining it on some way, he was clearly meant to be one to support other Magicians and not to use his magic by itself.

Shortly after seventeenth birthday word came of banditry escalating in the region. During that time many injured came to the temple seeking sanctuary and aid and Qar began to build up a rudimentary skill in the art of healing. He disliked seeing others' injuries going untended and worked hard to improve his methods, diverting much of his time for private studies into the craft and away from that of magic.

The breaking point came when members of his former community arrived with his family, far fewer in number, also present. Bandits had raided their village, taken their food and either killed or enslaved much of the populace before disappearing into the sands. Qar did what he could for the injured but nevertheless, many more passed away. Finally, bearing his inability no more, the young man now aged eighteen sought permission to leave the temple and learn the art of healing wherever he could. Properly sanctioned, he journeyed all over the various kingdoms of Egypt and learned what he could.

After four years he returned to the temple to distil everything he could, spurning methods he found ineffective and designing his own. For a few months after he carried on his studies of Magic but found it hard to pick up where he had left off, his passion now poured into healing others. When news came that the Pharaoh had died and his young son had taken the throne, the priests chose Qar to represent them. His knowledge of medicine, healing and many other matters surpassed that of his fellows and his relative youth would allow him to serve better than his seniors.

With the decision made, Qar headed to Thebes with the few gifts the temple could spare him: an intricately carved staff to replace the battered one he had returned from his travels with, a well made cloth satchel and numerous wooden boxes and leather containers as well as several scrolls carefully chosen from the temple's archives.

Combat Information

Magician: Yes
Deity: Thoth

Equipment:

• Elaborate Staff - originally Qar carried a staff for support during his young years, spent travelling to learn from different tutors their craft. Since then he has elected to wield a more decorated staff, a slight vanity to denote his advancement and status, which has also been crafted with strength in mind as it is the only weapon the young physician carries. The decorations on the staff are not terribly ornate for its frequent use would soon render such detail invisible but is nevertheless well carved with symbols and scenes representing his patron deity.
• Herb Pouch - more of a large canvas sack, this pouch contains numerous small wooden chests and smaller canvas or leather pouches. In each are carefully selected herbs to deal with the most common, but still dangerous, ailments and also those to create dressings and salves to speed on the healing of wounds.

Ability: Qar is not a warrior, having spent much of his still brief life in the pursuit of knowledge. That is not to say that he is incapable of handling himself in a fight, merely that his true talents lie elsewhere.

• Medicine - while still a crude and unreliable art, Qar has learnt many different techniques and distilled this knowledge to form his own theory. Although he is still making discoveries, he has found the fruits of his labour effective enough to stand out from the efforts of local healers.
• A good scholar - although the focus of his studies has been on curing maladies and healing the injured, Qar has not entirely neglected studies on other matters. While his knowledge would be distinctly inferior to that of a priest or priestess, he is well enough equipped to at least engage in intelligent conversation. More usefully his mind has been sharpened so that puzzles, both intellectual and more mundane, become easier to solve when Qar is properly applied.
• Balance and Reflection - Qar's patron deity is Thoth who is heavily associated with the Moon and in arbitrating disputes making Qar's magic one that affects others' more than bring about results by itself.

Spells/Techniques:

• Moon Shield - Places a shield of Life Essence around the user or the designated target and reflects incoming magic out, usually back at the caster. This does not discern between offensive magic or supporting magic.
• Arbiter - Qar follows Thoth's role as arbiter and judges other magic, refining it in some way. This can be narrowing its field but enhancing its potency or the reverse, for example. The power does not change, merely its properties.
• Thoth's Blessing - Thoth once oversaw battles between gods, maintaining balance between the two by healing the wounded but never altering the balance. Qar need not follow such rules and can heal those, but only when in the midst of battle. Once the fight is over this magic will no longer work.
• Thoth's Wisdom - Allows Qar to understand magic he sees. This goes beyond simply working out its mechanics but understanding its limitations, strengths and nature upon seeing it for the first time. Using this ability is incredibly draining for Qar and will only ever be useful when he is acting in a support role.
• Star Fall - With Thoth's unique knowledge of the Heavens and the stars within it, Qar replicates the falling of a meteor to Earth on a smaller scale. A fiery sphere will fall on his intended target although once the trajectory is set he cannot alter it, and the sphere will crash down with explosive force. The sphere is small and the effective radius is only a few metres but the force it expels would maim or kill any within it. If Qar were more skilled in the use of Life Essence the ability might be far more dangerous.
• Burden of Knowledge - Thoth's learning on the application of force gives birth to this simple ability which lends additional weight to Qar's blows. In conjunction with his staff it allows him to shatter bones, wooden shields or even crack armour relatively easily without over tiring himself.
• Blinded Ignorance - Qar hides everything within a certain field from prying eyes. Anything that enters the field is invisible to everything from outside and can either be a fixed area or centred upon himself as he moves - it cannot be attached onto a different moving target. The field is only a few metres in diameter and so could hide half a dozen people at most when moving, perhaps a dozen uncomfortably when stationary. The other use of this ability blinds one or two people completely, or severely limits the vision of several, for a short period of time.

Parameters

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

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Zamonth

Zamonth The Slayer

Height: 6'3

Personal Information

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.

Magician Form

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.

Combat Information

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.

My Hider

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.

Parameters

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

Misc. Information

-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.