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Naeemah
Origin: Naeemah was won in a character background contest, along with her mate and their daughter. I really got into the story of these guys, and was sooo excited to win!
Name: Naeemah means "benevolent"
Personality: Naeemah has always been a kind and gentle soul. She has always been an extremely alluring dancer, with her crimson coat and passionate red eyes. It's no wonder men have fallen at her feet her whole life. Her heart was never touched by any of them, though, until the day Tarik joined the household she was employed at. He seemed to play only for her, and she danced like she never had in her life, caught up in his etherial, haunting melodies. It was a whirlwind romance, followed by a joyous marriage. Their happiness only increased the day they were blessed with their first child. They named her Femi, for she represented their love.
One fateful night, Naeemah performed for a visiting noble, a courtier with a covetous eye. He demanded the dancer's companionship, and refused to take 'no' for an answer. In an angry, jealous fit, the courtier attempted to "put the lowborn dancer in her place" with pure, physical abuse. Tragically, it went too far and Naeemah died of her injuries.
She was brought back to this world by her devoted husband, who could not bear to be parted from her. However, the price he paid was too high, and Naeemah dwells now in constant sorrow. She wants nothing more than to lay eyes on her daughter once more. She hates Tarik for what he did, yet loves him just the same. It's not in her heart to remain angry at him forever. She has faith in his promise that he'll find their daughter again, but until then, she is distant, and refuses to dance for anyone.
Name: Naeemah means "benevolent"
Personality: Naeemah has always been a kind and gentle soul. She has always been an extremely alluring dancer, with her crimson coat and passionate red eyes. It's no wonder men have fallen at her feet her whole life. Her heart was never touched by any of them, though, until the day Tarik joined the household she was employed at. He seemed to play only for her, and she danced like she never had in her life, caught up in his etherial, haunting melodies. It was a whirlwind romance, followed by a joyous marriage. Their happiness only increased the day they were blessed with their first child. They named her Femi, for she represented their love.
One fateful night, Naeemah performed for a visiting noble, a courtier with a covetous eye. He demanded the dancer's companionship, and refused to take 'no' for an answer. In an angry, jealous fit, the courtier attempted to "put the lowborn dancer in her place" with pure, physical abuse. Tragically, it went too far and Naeemah died of her injuries.
She was brought back to this world by her devoted husband, who could not bear to be parted from her. However, the price he paid was too high, and Naeemah dwells now in constant sorrow. She wants nothing more than to lay eyes on her daughter once more. She hates Tarik for what he did, yet loves him just the same. It's not in her heart to remain angry at him forever. She has faith in his promise that he'll find their daughter again, but until then, she is distant, and refuses to dance for anyone.
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Tarik
Origin: Tarik was won in a character background contest, along with his wife and their daughter.
Name: Tarik means "warrior"
Personality: Tarik was born to a middle class family, but his father had high aspirations for him. He hoped to see his son rise in the ranks of the army and bring glory and status to the family. Tarik, on the other hand, was never one for the sword, prefering, instead, his beloved instruments. His father, in his anger and disappointment, called Tarik many names, such as a coward and a freak, and deep down on some level, Tarik grew up believing that's exactly what he was. After finally being disowned and exiled from his home, Tarik began to take any job he could, playing for his keep. His sheer talent kept him fed and warm, and eventually gained the notice of important sphinxes. Eventually he began taking bigger jobs for wealthy households, and it was one such job where he met his soulmate and the love of his life, the dancer Naeemah.
Tarik fell for Naeemah hard, and composed song after song just for her. Eventually, she came to love him too, and Tarik thought he had finally found true happiness. They married and started a family. Tarik was free to play the music he loved. His life was full of bliss. And then it was all ripped apart the night Naeema was killed.
In a bad turn of luck, Tarik turned to a peculiarly cruel Necromancer for help, for Tarik meant to have Naeemah back, no matter what the cost. The necromancer demanded Tarik make the impossible choice: his daughter or his wife. Believing he had no other recourse, Tarik convinced himself he could outsmart the necromancer, rescue his daughter once his wife was returned, and the three of them would again live happily ever after.
In truth, it was the most cowardly thing he had ever done in his life, and Tarik knows it. He believes it to be affirmation that his father was right all along. A huge part of him hates himself for what he did, and fears for his daughter's safety. He is desperately glad to have the spirit of his love returned to him, and promises her daily that he will find Femi, and they will make music and dance once more. Khemet is a big city, though, and it will take all his will to find his lost daughter. To find her, Tarik will have to finally grow to be the warrior that he was named for.
Name: Tarik means "warrior"
Personality: Tarik was born to a middle class family, but his father had high aspirations for him. He hoped to see his son rise in the ranks of the army and bring glory and status to the family. Tarik, on the other hand, was never one for the sword, prefering, instead, his beloved instruments. His father, in his anger and disappointment, called Tarik many names, such as a coward and a freak, and deep down on some level, Tarik grew up believing that's exactly what he was. After finally being disowned and exiled from his home, Tarik began to take any job he could, playing for his keep. His sheer talent kept him fed and warm, and eventually gained the notice of important sphinxes. Eventually he began taking bigger jobs for wealthy households, and it was one such job where he met his soulmate and the love of his life, the dancer Naeemah.
Tarik fell for Naeemah hard, and composed song after song just for her. Eventually, she came to love him too, and Tarik thought he had finally found true happiness. They married and started a family. Tarik was free to play the music he loved. His life was full of bliss. And then it was all ripped apart the night Naeema was killed.
In a bad turn of luck, Tarik turned to a peculiarly cruel Necromancer for help, for Tarik meant to have Naeemah back, no matter what the cost. The necromancer demanded Tarik make the impossible choice: his daughter or his wife. Believing he had no other recourse, Tarik convinced himself he could outsmart the necromancer, rescue his daughter once his wife was returned, and the three of them would again live happily ever after.
In truth, it was the most cowardly thing he had ever done in his life, and Tarik knows it. He believes it to be affirmation that his father was right all along. A huge part of him hates himself for what he did, and fears for his daughter's safety. He is desperately glad to have the spirit of his love returned to him, and promises her daily that he will find Femi, and they will make music and dance once more. Khemet is a big city, though, and it will take all his will to find his lost daughter. To find her, Tarik will have to finally grow to be the warrior that he was named for.
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Suma (aka Femi)
Suma is the firstborn daughter of Naeemah and Tarik. She is currently lost to them, though they search for her daily. She has no memory of her parents or her former life, or her true birth name. She's been adopted by Khait, who found her alone in the streets of Khemet.
Character Background Story Contest
Here is the story I wrote that won this trio:
The figure entered the dark room, cloak wrapped tight around him, and approached the necromancer with raw, wild grief in his eyes.
"Have you brought my payment?" The necromancer asked casually. The figure hesitated, and the necromancer smiled, wagering if the male would actually follow through. He reveled in the emotions that played across the musician's face. Pain, yes. Desire, yes. Horror, ohhh yes.
He feasted on it.
Finally, the male opened his cloak to reveal his sleeping daughter and a bag of coin. The necromancer smiled wider and held out his arms to receive both. He loved these little games of his.
"What will happen to her?" the musician asked desperately.
"You know, I'm not really sure," the necromancer replied jovially. Seizing the child, he placed her on the table. Tapping her head once, she vanished. In her place, a ka statue appeared, and a red figure swirled from its heart. She was perfect, of course. All traces of her violent death at the hands of the covetous courtier gone. The musician choked back a cry.
"You're welcome," the necromancer said genially. He burst out laughing as the musician grabbed the statue and fled.
Elsewhere....
Khait awoke to loud crying. From her window, she spied a child huddled alone in the road, and rushed outside.
The girl looked pitiful. Khait gathered her in her arms, shushing quietly.
"What's your name, child? Where are your parents?"
"I... I don't remember," came the trembling response, prompting new tears. Bewildered, Khait held her close.
"Shhh... here, come with me," Khait said, carrying the girl inside.
That night, the small child fell asleep held in strange arms, clinging to the only words left in her memory...
"I'll find you..."
The figure entered the dark room, cloak wrapped tight around him, and approached the necromancer with raw, wild grief in his eyes.
"Have you brought my payment?" The necromancer asked casually. The figure hesitated, and the necromancer smiled, wagering if the male would actually follow through. He reveled in the emotions that played across the musician's face. Pain, yes. Desire, yes. Horror, ohhh yes.
He feasted on it.
Finally, the male opened his cloak to reveal his sleeping daughter and a bag of coin. The necromancer smiled wider and held out his arms to receive both. He loved these little games of his.
"What will happen to her?" the musician asked desperately.
"You know, I'm not really sure," the necromancer replied jovially. Seizing the child, he placed her on the table. Tapping her head once, she vanished. In her place, a ka statue appeared, and a red figure swirled from its heart. She was perfect, of course. All traces of her violent death at the hands of the covetous courtier gone. The musician choked back a cry.
"You're welcome," the necromancer said genially. He burst out laughing as the musician grabbed the statue and fled.
Elsewhere....
Khait awoke to loud crying. From her window, she spied a child huddled alone in the road, and rushed outside.
The girl looked pitiful. Khait gathered her in her arms, shushing quietly.
"What's your name, child? Where are your parents?"
"I... I don't remember," came the trembling response, prompting new tears. Bewildered, Khait held her close.
"Shhh... here, come with me," Khait said, carrying the girl inside.
That night, the small child fell asleep held in strange arms, clinging to the only words left in her memory...
"I'll find you..."