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| relatives = Deceased | | relatives = Deceased | ||
| powers = The spirit within her allows her to manipulate souls, and spread directed pestilence. | | powers = The spirit within her allows her to manipulate souls, and spread directed pestilence. | ||
| − | | abilities = Keen sense for sound, as she preforms as a singer. Sense for music, as she writes her own | + | | abilities = Keen sense for sound, as she preforms as a singer. Sense for music, as she writes her own songs. |
| equipment = Mostly just the gold jewelry she is never seen without. | | equipment = Mostly just the gold jewelry she is never seen without. | ||
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| − | + | =The Story So Far= | |
| + | ==Natalia== | ||
| + | Born Akil Kouri, the youngest of three. She lived a fairly idyllic life in the crowded, and temperamental, city of Giza. While they were never rich, they were always well taken care of by the income of her father who moved from tech job to tech job as they opened. It was in these happier times that she learned to sing and play music from her mother, always trying to skip out on school to learn more. It was one of these "sicknesses" feigned by her as an excuse to stay home, that would prove to be a saving grace. Deciding that she had little to learn from some field trip to a mouldering old temple she stayed at their family home, while her parents led her sisters and the rest of their class on the field trip. What happened on that trip is best left unsaid in polite company, suffice to say that the terrorist attack later became known as the Luxor Massacre. Left alone in the world at the tender age of seven she was saved from a life of foster homes by an American couple. The pair were tourists at the time, and had lost their own child in the same attack. Not knowing what else to do, she agreed to let the couple adopt her and bring her back with them to their home in Millennium City, a city no stranger to similar tragedies, an irony that was not lost on Akil as she grew and learned her new home's history. While by no means a troubled teenager, she rarely seemed to find much happiness in her new life, save the precious moments when she was alone with her music. Surrounding herself with tables of sheet music and her own voice she slowly began to truly realize her gift. Finally working up the courage to try her hand at the open mic nights at local clubs and bars. It was during one of these trips that she was discovered by a talent agent who roamed the city, looking for potential. Within a year she was signed to a major record label, and had her first hit single, "Home is Never the Same." | ||
| + | ==Ka of Ammit== | ||
| + | On the dry lands of Natalia's Birth, some thousands of years in the past, another woman once walked. A minor relation to one of the old queens, while she could not hope to advance any higher in her station she wanted for very little. It was in one of the ancient clashes with the Sea People that this woman found her first taste of blood. While visiting a port city, it was attacked in the night by these pirate raiders. The entire house she stayed in was captured or killed, save her. When these pirates burst into her room, they were surprised to find not a cowering woman, but a small blade pressed neatly through of their throats. Arming herself with weapons from the raiders, she moved through the castle, originally intending to protect the others, but as she found more and more of her house's bodies her intent turned towards vengeance. By the end of that hot night, she found herself sitting in the open courtyard of the house, surrounded by bodies and covered in her enemies' blood. While this was her first taste of battle it would prove to be far from her last. As she returned to her own small city to rule, she slowly changed. At first her people thought that the attack had scared her into putting more of the city's resources and efforts into security. Though they finally realized the truth as the city's standing guard marched west towards the people who once attacked them relentlessly in distant nights. At the head of that army of guards, she rode. Against all the advice of her advisers and captains, she rode with blade in hand, and first in line. The guards who returned from her campaign of violence described her as a demon after the first blade tasted blood. For the remainder of her governorship of this city, she eagerly looked towards any excuse to indulge in her bloodlust, from minor border disputes to personally executing criminals. Yet, despite the stories, she was no demon yet and time ravages all mortals in time. She knew that her time was coming, and she know how heavy her heart would weigh on the scales against that feather. Her final command to her palace slaves was that upon her death, they should make all the proper rites, but that they should also prepare an urn for her heart. She commanded the heartiest among them to carry it as far from her lands as their feet, and ships, could carry them. A clever deceit that would hopefully allow her to slip past the judgement of Anubis' scales. After this command, she allowed time to take her, and her eyes closed, her body lacking that precious heart was placed into her tomb. Yet the old gods are not so easily fooled, when she presented herself to Anubis and revealed her ploy, the god was furious at the arrogance of mortals. With the words "You should have come with your heart, dying a second death would be a kinder fate by far." With that, the old god sent her spirit back to her tomb, and sealed it, so that only the blood of a true daughter of Egypt could ever open it. Also came the curse of the death god, the woman found herself with an undying hunger, recompense for the meal that she had denied Ammit, the devourer of heavy hearts. | ||
((This is clearly a WIP! Will be adding more shortly!)) | ((This is clearly a WIP! Will be adding more shortly!)) | ||
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The Story So Far
Natalia
Born Akil Kouri, the youngest of three. She lived a fairly idyllic life in the crowded, and temperamental, city of Giza. While they were never rich, they were always well taken care of by the income of her father who moved from tech job to tech job as they opened. It was in these happier times that she learned to sing and play music from her mother, always trying to skip out on school to learn more. It was one of these "sicknesses" feigned by her as an excuse to stay home, that would prove to be a saving grace. Deciding that she had little to learn from some field trip to a mouldering old temple she stayed at their family home, while her parents led her sisters and the rest of their class on the field trip. What happened on that trip is best left unsaid in polite company, suffice to say that the terrorist attack later became known as the Luxor Massacre. Left alone in the world at the tender age of seven she was saved from a life of foster homes by an American couple. The pair were tourists at the time, and had lost their own child in the same attack. Not knowing what else to do, she agreed to let the couple adopt her and bring her back with them to their home in Millennium City, a city no stranger to similar tragedies, an irony that was not lost on Akil as she grew and learned her new home's history. While by no means a troubled teenager, she rarely seemed to find much happiness in her new life, save the precious moments when she was alone with her music. Surrounding herself with tables of sheet music and her own voice she slowly began to truly realize her gift. Finally working up the courage to try her hand at the open mic nights at local clubs and bars. It was during one of these trips that she was discovered by a talent agent who roamed the city, looking for potential. Within a year she was signed to a major record label, and had her first hit single, "Home is Never the Same."
Ka of Ammit
On the dry lands of Natalia's Birth, some thousands of years in the past, another woman once walked. A minor relation to one of the old queens, while she could not hope to advance any higher in her station she wanted for very little. It was in one of the ancient clashes with the Sea People that this woman found her first taste of blood. While visiting a port city, it was attacked in the night by these pirate raiders. The entire house she stayed in was captured or killed, save her. When these pirates burst into her room, they were surprised to find not a cowering woman, but a small blade pressed neatly through of their throats. Arming herself with weapons from the raiders, she moved through the castle, originally intending to protect the others, but as she found more and more of her house's bodies her intent turned towards vengeance. By the end of that hot night, she found herself sitting in the open courtyard of the house, surrounded by bodies and covered in her enemies' blood. While this was her first taste of battle it would prove to be far from her last. As she returned to her own small city to rule, she slowly changed. At first her people thought that the attack had scared her into putting more of the city's resources and efforts into security. Though they finally realized the truth as the city's standing guard marched west towards the people who once attacked them relentlessly in distant nights. At the head of that army of guards, she rode. Against all the advice of her advisers and captains, she rode with blade in hand, and first in line. The guards who returned from her campaign of violence described her as a demon after the first blade tasted blood. For the remainder of her governorship of this city, she eagerly looked towards any excuse to indulge in her bloodlust, from minor border disputes to personally executing criminals. Yet, despite the stories, she was no demon yet and time ravages all mortals in time. She knew that her time was coming, and she know how heavy her heart would weigh on the scales against that feather. Her final command to her palace slaves was that upon her death, they should make all the proper rites, but that they should also prepare an urn for her heart. She commanded the heartiest among them to carry it as far from her lands as their feet, and ships, could carry them. A clever deceit that would hopefully allow her to slip past the judgement of Anubis' scales. After this command, she allowed time to take her, and her eyes closed, her body lacking that precious heart was placed into her tomb. Yet the old gods are not so easily fooled, when she presented herself to Anubis and revealed her ploy, the god was furious at the arrogance of mortals. With the words "You should have come with your heart, dying a second death would be a kinder fate by far." With that, the old god sent her spirit back to her tomb, and sealed it, so that only the blood of a true daughter of Egypt could ever open it. Also came the curse of the death god, the woman found herself with an undying hunger, recompense for the meal that she had denied Ammit, the devourer of heavy hearts. ((This is clearly a WIP! Will be adding more shortly!))
