*true names*

welcome to all my new djinn..there has been a huge influx since the new sim opened.I am no longer going to maintain the profile section as it will be doubling up ..there's profiles on http://kos.socionex.com/sgs/

~The djinn tribes~

we may come from different tribes but i don't think it necessary to dive these into clans , infact i think its unwise and will make the djinn weaker in the long run..hence i started the misfits clan (24) although not all in other clans are not loyal to me .So its not necessary to assume they are enemies either.

The nature of a djinn

Sometimes I hesitate to put this in writing lest it be used against me and my people, but it becomes clear to me that the young may need certain schooling and there is little out there to point them in the right direction..

we are ethereal creatures made of magic and thus follow the basic principals of most majics - for most cultures there are some simple laws..

*true names*

There is part of the djinn nature revealed in all our histories and it is the importance of words..words bind a djinn ..and a djinn is bound by what she or he may say. For instance every djinn has a true name ....this name can be used to command the djinn.. so few of us allow others to know our true name lest we we bound to serve that person in some way.. for the ritual of binding a djinn requires it, as does that of bringing a djinn into being..

consider your true nature and you true name will come to you..

most of you have a name by now - i enjoy researching them but heres a useful place for names

http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/ara.php

*the oracle of zin rah*

*the oracle of zin rah*

at the top of iream there is a shine, sacred to zin rah, a fire  burns there sacred to the godess. the girl indri a normal citizen , was attempting a scrying spell, untutored in the arts of magic she did not cast a circle before she used the spell. Her freind indigo was sitting next her, she warned the girl that magic  often has unexpected consequences and that even a thing as simple as a scrying spell to bring far sight may not work as expected. She mentioned that from personal experience most seers and oracles are mad or blind or both.

nevertheless the girl persisted , the djinn tried  not to interfere but the water caught her eye, she was drawn in a part of herself buried deeply, awakened her eyes became clouded by visions, her head swam with the sights she saw..she believes herself to be the oracle of zin rah..(once long ago she was ..until the priestesses were raped and mutilated and the shine desecrated by infidels..the pain of which was so great she slumbered for over 1000 years..waking up not knowing or caring to remember what happened).

She sits in the shine  waiting for the preistesses, the ones that served her... not knowing they are long dead. She waits for  the seekers, those who wish and desire answers to seek her out for she is the oracle of zin rah..bound to the shine to serve the goddess.. in whatever way she can ..or until the spell is broken. 

being a ghul and with no priestess to tame or  harness her  natural blood thirtyness she is calling for sacrifices of blood ,wine and ecstasy for her beloved goddess. 

on a dark and quiet night

 indigo sneaks down to the catacombs her heart is heavy darkness unfolds here like a blanket  safe and conferrable she wraps it round herself to defend against the chill she feels deep within as her bare feet cross the stone floor..she takes a moment to check the place is empty before kneeling before the image of the goddess that is there .

she performs a small blessing before muttering...

"great hora mah..

my people do not want me ..

 i return to your service completely ..

mine is the mind that thinks of you . the body that serves you ..

my hand will not lift to defend , 

my heart will not beat for them ..

my eyes are blind to there suffering 

for it is only you i see.."

the "bitching" bottle

there has been a lot of tension between the tribes..i'm uncomfortable (both occ and ic) with the sheer amount of bitching  going on.. frankly i'm bored of it ..

talking to our brother quint the other day he mentioned something very important,something i think easily forgotten.. proving he is wiser than he seems he said ..

"i'm here to have fun"  and I responded "we all are.."

So please keep in mind  "we are all here to have fun" some of us get so wrapped up in stuff we forget ..yes even me ..pouts :{

and while i'll lend my ear to all of you and listen to your ideas , try to help with problems ect..I don't enjoy hours of  bitching about others..

So heres what's going to happen ..I have started a new tradition .."the bitching bottle"

Its a nice red glass bottle that  somehow smells of sour camel milk ....mmmmmm

Anyone, and I mean anyone bitching will be promptly forced to spent some time in the bottle ..

till they chill out..heres the proof.. Meya was caught throwing rocks at her brother and saying some other  bad things.. (she knows what they are!!!)

meya Silverfall: well at least delay her when she comes!

Quint Spirt: hi bosslady

meya Silverfall: eep!

indigo: meya ..

indigo: i am going to kill you

meya Silverfall: whaaat?!

indigo: sighs

indigo: i just took the spell of her ...

indigo: to stop her mouthing off...

Quint Spirt: was she slow?

Quint Spirt: talking shit spell

indigo: yes....

 Quint Spirt: there should be a law

indigo: there will be..soon

Quint Spirt: :)

indigo: a bitching bottle

Quint Spirt: hehehe

Kurvy Rhode: I have a gag she can wear

indigo: and meya ..your first, gestures..come here pionts at the sand

meya Silverfall: make me, giggles

indigo: taps her foot annoyed

Quint Spirt: dont think the talking back spell was removed

indigo:  make you? ...picks up a stone ..a hefty one..aims it at her head..and lets it fly straigt and true

Quint Spirt: kurv think she will knock her off the camel

meya Silverfall falls off the camel

Quint Spirt: good shot'

indigo:  grabs her hair..and tugs it you want to behave like a bad child?

meya Silverfall: ow!! let go i just got the knots out from last time!

indigo:  pulls it harder ..well?

meya Silverfall: well of course i do my goal is to make you turn from blue to red

indigo: manifests an old ordinary bottle ..places it in her mouth ripping out the cork ...

meya Silverfall: ohh i want a drink

indigo:  wrinkling her nose , ewww i forgot to wash it ..it smells..

 meya Silverfall: uh oh

indigo:  you know what this is..meya..tugs her hair agian sharply ..her eyes slit..

meya Silverfall pushes against indi, "Yes and i dont want in!"

wolfenstien Khandr: its the bitching bottle ..

meya Silverfall: oh perfect for you, amira (amira is arabic for boss lady  ..)

indigo:: and your going to spend an hour in it..

meya Silverfall: no! i wont you cant make me!

indigo: oh yes i can...

Quint Spirt: forgets about the bottle for a thousand years

siren Galicia ears perk

meya Silverfall: dragon! help me!

indigo: smiles and presses the bottle up to her ear...

Reynatho Moleno: what

Quint Spirt: someones dog got out

meya Silverfall: the blue lady is gonna put me in the bottle!

siren Galicia holds her finger up mouth open about to ask a question as her master walks past...

indigo: takes the other hand and gives her head a hard slap ..in you go... Wakčéxi i command it!

Quint Spirt: see you in a thousand years meya

indigo: right ... turns

 Roxy Eyre: whoa where did she go

indigo:anyone easle want to bitch?..laughs

indigo: let it be known i wont tolerate it from anyone..

indigo: ill let her out in while ..hides the bottle in her belt..

Reynatho Moleno: so how long she in the bottle for?

indigo: mmm feels it vibrate ...about an hour..

Reynatho Moleno: ah ok

Quint Spirt: lol..vibrating in your belt for an hour

Reynatho Moleno: he turns and goes to lay down

indigo: mmm actully shifts it to a better position ..its not bad..

(there was more ..but you get the point people...)

the tribes new kos and other bis

Now i'm hearing a fair bit of greif and confusion about the tribes..
Some say this division will split the djinn asunder tearing us apart..
I want you all to know that was never my intention. i made the tribes based on reasurch on djinn to give us greater flexibility and character , to allow us to find ourselves......

BUT ..........and heres the big issue some tribes seem to think that they are better than others, and this is something I wont have..

**** ALL DJINN ARE EQUAL ****

Thats my final word on the matter ..............be you marid, shaitan, ghul, jann or ifrit you are all family and I expect you to act so........
treat your brothers and sisters with respect...

When the clans come I aim to hold my family together as we always have been, you may form clans but so far as i've been told these will be sub groups of the family of djinn .

I will still expect loyalty..........I'm sad to have to state this so explicitly.

***Elders***
Now I formed the elders so I would be able to share the burden of leadership, have informed discussions and hear everyones point of view.Who I appoint as an elder is up to me. Those who are elders have earned there place in my council..

Although it would be nice to have a representative from each tribe step up it may not be possible. In reallity these are players i trust to do the right thing by my family. The position of elder dose not mean your can boss other djinn round round or tell them off . it means you have my ear and some of my trust..

There is some confusion about who is or is not an elder because there are two groups of djinn..one started by loona and gara which has the tribes and the original djinn group...thus its possible for someone may be an elder of there tribe and not be one of my council elders...
current elders are .. 

*phox 

*gara(marid) 

*freya(ifrit) and

* loona(shaiytan)

*kurvy(marid)

*nova and britt (fae)

~kurvy found and retrieved the most tears (three in all ) making her the most promising young djinn and proving she has what it takes...

****The fae****
well what can I say, I asked the godess for some strong djinn warriors and what I got ..britt and nova..

~~~~~they do say she has a sick sense of humor!!!

The fae are part of your family invited in, guests in our house. Although not technically djinn they are supernatural creatures like ourselves....loyal to me and members of my council for more reasons than I can name..
treat them like sisters ..or daughters of the spirit world.

Pounce

SLName: Pounce Boxen

IC Name: Pounce

Gender: Male

Age :  early 20s

Mythology: Wild/Wood Elf

Special Powers:Healing & Power over the elements

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Background Story: 

Pounce once was just an ordinary wild elf (also know as a wood elf) till one day coming across a ring. Unknown to Pounce, the ring was the prison for one of the most ancient & powerful djinn's soul, who's body had been utterly destroyed & locked away for his crimes against all creation. The djinn's soul was to remain imprisoned in the ring till a pure soul finds the ring & wears it. 

Upon finding the ring, Pounce promptly fell in love with it's beauty because it was the most skillfully crafted piece of jewelry that he had ever laid eyes upon. He put the ring on & in doing so, being pure of soul, broke the seal to the prison shattering the ring into pieces that was like fractions of dust. The rings trapped soul immediately sprang forth & tried to possess Pounce & dominate his body unto it's own evil will, but Pounce being a pure soul didn't yeild to the evil spirit from the ring. Both fought in a maddening rage till both souls were nearly consumed, laying waste to the area around the body of Pounce, burning it to the ground leaving nothing but ashes. 

The spirit of the world, also known as Gaia, eyes became drawn to the conflict's disturbing energy pattern. Gaia weeped upon seeing the areas destruction. She could not determine to which of the souls the empty body belonged to, so she took the fragments left of the two souls & reforged them into one & placed it within the lifeless shell. Upon the new Pounce's ressurection, he breathed life back into the area that had been scarred & destoyed. Though he could not see the spirit of the world, he knew that he was to protect all life & wield the power of the elements at Gaia's bidding.

Is there anything we need to know about your Char?: At times He seems to be a fanatic that fights for what he believes is right, with that said, believes that the end always justifies the means. He's a heavy drinker, hearty eater & very earthly being that at times forgets about his being more than mortal & his powers.

ShadowBlade

SLName:  Davyk Capelo

IC Name: ShadowBlade

Gender: Male

Age : a weathered look with fiery red eyes/ageless

Mythology :  shapeshifter

Background Story: 

Known as ShadowBlade He allows those who  He has found to have Honor to  call Him Shadow.  He is the Youngest of the Djinn, perplexed by the mortal realm, He now delves into the realm of Mortals to study them.  He  has not found his niche in the universe yet,  though He continually finds Himself drawn towards the darkness.

He is Headstrong, Impulsive, Compulsive, Highly Protective of Others of His kind and some other species, He can be reckless and daring, or He may be full of wisdom, or He might be Mischievous.  His Loyalties are to the Djin, but when matters where mortals are concerned, He chooses His own alliances, not being evil and not being good, He stands somewhere inbetween and acts upon what benefits Him the most  in any given situation.

Pi Avril

SLName: Pi Avril

Gender: female

Age ): ealy twenties 

Mythology : Shapeshifter. In Kos I look human

Special Powers:~*~*~*~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*

 a sorcerer - probabely not allowed in KOS

*indigos note note since pi didn't say much about herself i will...she's a hell of a fighter  and has been with the djinn a long time..

Cloe Flux

SLName: Cloe Flux

IC Name: Cloe

Gender: Female

Age : 18 - and ageless

Mythology 

based on the essence of the Phoenix as it resurrected the Ifrit Jawa Dhuka

Special Powers:

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Aspects of desire and battle, two similar and powerful forces tied by the element of fire and the emotion of passion. (still working on the specifics - other than calling of a dragon, having wings of fire, being possessed by the dark spirit of Jawa 

Background Story

Possessed by the Ifrit creature, Jawa Dhuka, Djinn of Desire and Battle

Cloe Flux and her brother Ryan were raised together in a home that was grounded in the love of knowledge. As their father gave them a grand education, including the many aspects of magic and alchemy, the two grew up in an atmosphere of powerful experiences. However, Cloe’s heart was drawn to adventure and eventually she left her home in search of the world. Upon finding the Magi Tower in Ireem, she realized she had found a place where her brother could find solace in study, while she found adventure with a sword. 

However, Ryan disappeared. As she sought to find him throughout the realm, she discovered a powerful man, once a djinn, but now human once more, who moved her heart. Bound to him, she brought down the wrath of the Magi who would not see one of their own in thrall to another as they thought the danger too great that the magic would be abused. As Cloe did trust her human Master, she sought the help of the Djinn to provide her a shelter so that the magic would be protected. As the djinn are creatures of love which rules all else, she would be allowed to submit to another, her heart belonging to the mysterious human who was once djinn. Embraced by these people, she wished to become one of them and the great leader turned her, giving her the gift of a stone that would hold her power - that she could offer to her Master.

This was not to be as easy as a simple turning. During the process that would make her Djinn, an awakening occurred, calling forth the essence of a powerful Ifrit. Jawa Dhuka was once a Djinn of fire who was vanquished by a human. Jawa had fallen to the charms of a man who moved her heart and comforted her spirit in a way that was beyond the skill of any other. Having given herself to this man, she left herself vulnerable by devoting herself to her human form. The man was a knight, born of duty and sworn to be loyal to the palace. However, another knight discovered the secret of Jawa and wished to possess her for himself. He poisoned the dates that she would serve her love, killing him and raising her wrath and reverting her to her former nature. As she began to transform, the knight brought forth a Mage to cast a spell over her that would nullify her powers. As he sought to capture her, she brought him into battle and was mortally wounded. As she lay dying, she crawled to the temple, laying herself at its steps, knowing the stone would hide the fire and flame that would consume her. She brought out a pouch that contained the blood of the phoenix, which would grant her resurrection at an opportune moment. Her last vision was to see the dying face of the knight as he was consumed by the fire that took her body.

As the great leader of the Djinn cast her powers over Cloe to change her into a being of magic and love, the essence of Jawa Dhuka was awakened. The change within Cloe was fused to the essence of this powerful and ancient Ifrit and the essence of fire laced her veins and filled her passions and fueled her bloodlust. With the stone of power given to her great love, the power of Jawa Dhuka would manifest in power, desire, battle, and passion. Over all, the power of flame would have dominion. 

The one thing you must know is that I might fight knights when my Master is threatened or attacking them - as a knight killed Jawa's one true love.

Loona Azazil, the Darkening

SLName: Gatha Loon

IC Name: Loona Azazil, the Darkening

Gender: Female

Age : 113

Mythology : Shaitan (Azazil)

Special Powers: Darkness, Curses, Trickery 

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Backround Story:

She is one of the most evilst Shaitan. She seeks after the Knights, to understand the Human Ethics and Naiveties and observes the Samsara (Circle of Life). Loona likes to show the Mortals the dark Way.

Loona is the Child of the nordic God Hel, Loki's grandaughter and Leader of the Underworld. Her Father was the Troll King Zjolnir, a Vitterfolk Troll. Fenrir and Jormungand are her Uncles. Loona is the Keeper of the Moon and Shadows. In the Time of Ragnarök Loona hides in the Shadows of the Underworld and watches Baldur and Hödur killing Hel, her Mother.

One day a new Necromancer tried to summon an evil and great Djinn, but he wasn't too powerful for the Ritual and summoned Loona. He was mad bout his work and she was mean back to him. He owned her till he died, cause Loona poisened him.

She met Aizen, a great dark Magus, and Loona started to follow him. Loona offered her to live together, cause she likes his Darkness and loves to make him angry. So she belonged to the Undeads.

After Loona was killed by Jasmine (Kylara), the Beduin and reborn in Ireem again, she noticed, the Undeads are more strange then she thought. So one Day she met the Djinn of Nature Brittainy. She helped Loona to be a real Djinn.

Eigen Graff

Name :Eigen Graff

Gender: Male

Age :  20s

djinn

Special Powers:

A magical creature, he doesn't need to eat or sleep and is very difficult to kill.

Story:

Eigen has been wandering for many centuries, and has seen to many empires rise and fall to take much interest in human affairs.  The conflicts and politics of the factions of the city are of much less interest to him than the beautiful women who wander the area.

7 Tears, 7 Stones, 7 Tribes

Indigo wakes and rubs her eyes, sore and swollen from crying as she looks up she sees the crystals  lying on the stone floor of the realm, there are  7 she frowns for they sit gleaming at her in the moonlight and she lacks the  energy to move and clean them up. 

Her heart heavy still with sorrow she wishes them to be gone, to cast the memory aside and move forward. she lifts each one up individually  to inspect them , morbidly fascinated by there shininess as she does they change colour , they glow  holding parts of her thoughts, parts of her mind she does not want right now..

She contemplates her fate , riding the back of her  thoughts like a dark horse galloping though the knight,closing her  eyes and letting go of the reins her mind races ahead of her . 

What is my purpose ?

 Why love ?

 Why  hate  ?

 Why  lift a finger ?

A moment of anger takes her and she curses mortals , there brief lives there lack of meaning , the pointlessness of it all. In that moment she casts the tears away far from herself , and swears she will never again involve herself with  such trifles

why should a djinn care for such things..?

7 stones lie silent  hidden, one  each  tribe (group) in ireem: 

• djinn
  
• slaver
  
• maji
  
• beduin
  
• undead
  
• citizen
  
• knight
  

Hidden amongst those who live in this place they most be found , they must be returned to the realm for they hold secrets and djinn power.It is the djinn who must find them and return them safely least they fall into the wrong hands...

Each stone takes its own path a secret hidden inside ..there are protected from use or ownership by a riddle which must be  solved , the  guardians of the stones will receive the riddle and the answer  in a dream. The riddles are ancient arabic , some easy some difficult ..In order to  hold the stone the seeker must solve the stones riddle.

They must be found gathered together , together they are clues to return to djinn to there purpose . 

If they are not found  the djinn leader will not be herself, she may turn darker than the night sky , prey on innocents, tend to chaos madness and depravity ..turn from walking the line between dark and light and dwell in the darkness alone ...

Rivers of salt

indigo  sits and meditates  rolling the past week over in her mind, morning the loss of the one who came to stand by her side,however briefly. The more she thinks of it the sadder she feels , tears form and start to streak as they do down her face . 

Rivers of salt form , and as they trickle down her face they coalese to her chin forming droplets, getting fater and finally letting go and droping to the floor ..the tears of a djinn are a strange thing ..imbued with majics  unknown to mortals . Some form crystals as they fall clinking to the ground rolling over the floor of the realm ...others stay  liquid catching on the base of the  realm before they crystalize into cloudy blue Stalagtites .

she lets the waves of sadness roll over her  knowing this is only the  break water the foam at the edge of the deep sea of her feelings seeking the calmness that will come if she lets go and floats allowing the current to take her as it will to a calmer place..

she closes her eyes and floats on the dream of the sea letting it restore her..she is but a channel for the salt water ..it still comes , rolling  now unbidden and uncontrolled down her face..the stalagtites drip and grow like sharp teeth hanging from the base of the realm jagged and unruly . 

at the base of the realm stalagmites form like silent sentinels  guarding standing  inert and unmovable, silent as ghosts solid as rocks. they gather and grow ..

she whispers to herself as she fails to her sleep the one sentence that guides her has always stayed true ..

time eats all things...

what the heck is this para rp thing anyhow ...?

When I first came here  I had  No idea (no honestly ) No idea , of what rp was ..the mythological and legendary para  rp  was something I just DID NOT UNDERSTAND !!!!

Now  its not easy to do this in kos , constant attacks and weird chaotic moments rule but if you sneak off to a quite place with a plan..I found it possible.

I think I'm falling deeply in love with the para ..yes, my trusty friend notepad or wordpad fixes my spelling  and I can compose stuff while I wait  without loosing  focus ..then copy and paste...

I was so happy with this I wanted to share  the love ..((I know its far from perfect )), but to encourage all of us to lengthen those sentences into paragraphs ..too invoke something beautiful  with words seems  fitting for the djinn..

the following took place in the library :between indigo and a maji..

16:49]  wolfenstien Khandr: knocks on the door ...

[16:49]  wolfenstien Khandr: sallam young maji amerock...

[16:49]  No room to sit here, try another spot.

[16:50]  amarock Amat looks up as he was slowly tieing knots together with stirp bit by bit . Taking adeep breath chukling " Sallam Indigo

[16:51]  wolfenstien Khandr: smiles , seeing he is devoted to his studies , tkes in the musty air of the libraray .. its dust and smell of oldness and relaxes ...

[16:52]  amarock Amat not really doing anything other then mutteirng over a strand of bright silver cloth slowly binding it about his wrists into loose looops as if he was croshaing

[16:53]  amarock Amat: What do you know of colors?

[16:53]  wolfenstien Khandr: grins ...you were going to tell me about the book i gave ..you the small one with the red cover , the contents of whitch i decribed to you ..

[16:54]  amarock Amat: I .... dont understand it .. must be the most ancient of texts

[16:55]  wolfenstien Khandr: avoids the question, sercetive as she is , knowing the knowlege she bears is not for mortals, what she chooses to share is safe for there minds like children are fragile and she must be as gentle as she can...

[16:56]  wolfenstien Khandr: it was written last year ..can you not read maji ?

[16:57]  amarock Amat: Must be forign then of coruse I can read Dijinn. I mean magis are just natrual wise powerful all knowing things of course " says with slight ting of regret as he goes back to lopping the silver cloth about his wrist

[16:58]  wolfenstien Khandr: frowns it is in arabic, the languge of the winds , that spoken by most locals in including yourself, a fine languge some what beutiful in its forms ..

[17:01]  wolfenstien Khandr: stands close to him leaning over as she unrolls a scroll.. one filled with all the letters of the alphabet, her skin touches his as she leans over him to place it directly in front of him

[17:01]  amarock Amat gaze at the scrools sighign softly feeling her skin yet not feeling attraction as he was ashamed not living up to his reputation . " ...What...what is this more thing to insult mere humans with?"

[17:04]  wolfenstien Khandr: is secretly pleased that she has managed to over come her flames , prevoisly if she so much as touched a mortal man she would bust into fire , her flames protecting her from unwanted attentions.., she pionts to the first letter ..ailif as in in sAlAAm..

[17:07]  amarock Amat frown ssoftly gaizing at it sighing deeply " I .....yes its salAAm" says flustered at being taught likea child

[17:09]  wolfenstien Khandr: frowns and points to the diamonds above the letters ..constanents, she tries to be patent with him, not filling his mind with too much at a time , but this knowledge to her is mortal business , such a thing a maji should know if he's to cast a spell...or write an incantation , this is the method she believes is used to teach such things , she finds it to slow ...far to slow ..and considers another approach more fitting for a djinn

[17:12]  amarock Amat sighs looking at each bit never being one to write down his deeds or learnings. He had learned to write and history throu the binding of knots on cords. Its where his magic also stemed from " C.....cah ......Cloth "

[17:15]  wolfenstien Khandr: passes her hand over the scroll the letters , responding as she slides her fingers over them , carefully she traces the first letter with the tip of her finger , then lifts her hand up and makes it follow her, peeling off the page like a living thing it undulates in the air for a moment...

[17:16]  amarock Amat raises his eyebrow watching hr as it quivered and floated int heair. sihgins oftly leaing back as he stuided her action

[17:18]  wolfenstien Khandr: she letts it sit and does the same to the others each in turn lifting becoming an entity , culing like a snake as it ripples in the air neither solid nor unsolid, she repeats her action till all the letters group like a cloud of beings flashing and moving like a swarm of bees, they begin to hum...

[17:19]  amarock Amat growls softly at magic he did not know . Hand slowly sliding along towrdsHis blue scarf being ready incase his teacher was doing smething that he would regret" What.....are you attempting" looks at hte worms int he air

[17:21]  wolfenstien Khandr: in return she hums , sings to them like children. each has its sound, each has a meaning , she seeks this out of each individually as the noise fills the air . she finds it unharmonious and begins to arrange them into a tune directing them with her hands like a mad orchestra . as they begin to chase her hands and sound in turn one after the other ...

[17:25]  amarock Amat watches the mad dash of letters in the air. The noise for som reason seeming more like a screaming bull then actual music. Blinking as he tried to take in the deatil as he takes a deep breath softly closing his eyes fully . With a simple shudder opeining his mind to the diiin

[17:26]  wolfenstien Khandr: once she has them under her control she breaths out ,and casts both hands up into the air , forming them into an unruly line ..giving each a colour , a rainbow of meaning , a system he might understand and sends them to circle his head ...

claps her hands three times and they glide to touch his skin settling on his body in different areas..

[17:28]  amarock Amat shivers feeling her magic. As he always seem to be alergic to other forms that were not his . Taking another deep breath as he gazes down seeing the strobbing lights of diffenrt lines arranged along his body

[17:29]  wolfenstien Khandr: she takes her breath in ..and lets them sink into his flesh hoping they will allow him to absorb the knowledge he seeks ..knowing that eventually they will fade ..

[17:31]  amarock Amat sighs shiveirng as he feels them sink bit by bit inot him as he looks down then back up at her . Only closiing his eyes feeling a cold chill that sent a shock striaght up his spinal tap

[17:32]  wolfenstien Khandr: as she finishes her incantation her skin fades, its dark blue dimming as if in response to the majic she has just done , there is always a cost to such incantations , her strength is is the cost and her skin shows it ..she needs to feed soon to replenish what she has given..

[17:33]  wolfenstien Khandr: she heres swords

[17:33]  wolfenstien Khandr: and draws hers ready...

[17:35]  amarock Amat blinking slightly slumping into the desk as he takes a deep breath groanign * what.... why .....i ....i feel weird" shakes hsi head lightl as headjsuts himslef slowly standing up his legs weak

[17:35]  wolfenstien Khandr: turns to face the danger she can hear..muttering as she does , i must return home..she will never admitt her weaknesses nor how much her hunger drives her..

[17:36]  wolfenstien Khandr: she flees

indigo

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Time on:  whenever i can sneak a spare moment

SLName:   wolfenstien Khandr:

Name:  indigo mehendi

Gender:  female

Age :  indigo is not sure  she lost track she guesses- 3000 years she comes from a time when they  worshipped the goddess , but  sleeps for many years before wakening in this place

Mythology : djinn 

tribe :ghul (or so she thinks )

Special Powers:  dreams, Spells, Shapeshifting

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Story ..

I do not remember being born, certainly not being a child, that was far too long ago..............

Much of my past is hidden from me , buried  deep in my mind like tiny treasures hidden in the dark yet to be revealed. 

The things I do know are, that  I was sleeping deeply, one could say hibernating when the sounds of fighting awakened me . I know now this was the fighting of the knights of Irrem. I stumbled from my hiding place, tender from rest, sleepy and slow, disoriented. I restored my health by gnawing on the bones I found in the crypts below the city. I kept to the dark hidden, safe, unseen. 

 I followed the tunnel upwards and found that a temple of sorts  had been built on the remains of the temple I had slept in.

To my horror and disgust  there was a strange male god figure (osirus I think) in place of the goddess (she who has 100 names) who had once been worshipped here................ 

Gone were the beautiful priestesses who had treated me as part of the divine and made offerings to my people, understanding as they did our part in the ways of the world. 

Gone were the sacred fires, the oasis, the  hidden gardens . All my sacrifice was for nothing my lover the priestess is long gone..... her temple desecrated and left to the sands, rebuilt in another  gods image and yet again desecrated and left to ruin.... 

Time eats all things.

Time has eaten my love, so long ago all traces of her have vanished …...

I do not know how long I slept, I have taken a new form a new incarnation, like a phoenix I have been reborn but must have been too weak to wake.

Saddened by this loss but  still week as a kitten,  Eventually I followed the tunnels up to see the light, the sun the moon the stars.

I found a small city and its inhabitants, I wandered aimlessly discovering, exploring.

I find humans intriguing, fascinating. I meet  with a range of odd responses from the inhabitants of Irrem many are distrustful of my kind, the colour of my skin once seen as divine is now either scary or strange to some. 

I found a tent and helped myself to tea , I sat in the coolness of the oasis till a rude Beduin threatened me with a sword made from steel and drove me from that place. I did not understand surely the Bedu have not changed that much? Once they conversed with us calling for aid, for favourable winds and safety for their herds. Now they attack on sight they have no respect for my people .

The steel hurt me, I am sensitive to it  and dislike it intensely, wounded I ran towards the city finding there food and shelter till I met others of my kind, and found my way back to my realm. The djinn realm being a calm and peaceful place. 

I am returning to my power slowly, as I heal and remember what once was. I am studying my peoples history to learn more about myself, I suspect I am of the ghul tribe, soon the form I have now will not hold my spirit. Everything changes …......

The knowledge of the old ways is with me, I therefore am a disobedient djinn not holding to Osiris, Allah, Jehovah or any of the sky gods. If that makes me evil then so be it …..............

Nova

Nova
Gender: female
Age: 107 years old
Mythology: Wood Elf
Special Powers: Healing, Spells, Shapeshifting

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Backround Story:

Nova was born a wood elf in a forest by the sea to the Healer of the clan (her mother) and the Leader of the clan (her father). Her people were driven out by war, their refusal to harm anyother being leaving them with no choice but to flee or die. She became separated from them and wandered the world for many years until she came to Ireem. Here she found a new family with the Djinn who accepted her for who and what she was without questions or judgments. Though she loves all of them, a select few are very near and dear to her heart...for these she will go against her nature and fight and die for them if need be.

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Zuba

Macuran Teardrop
Zuba
Gender: Male
Age: Born when Allah created earth
Djinn
Special Powers: Ancient Spells, Rejuvination, Fire Thrower

Background Story:

Zūba’a was made from 'smokeless fire' by Allah in the same way humans were made of earth. This gave him a dark charcoal skin and ashes of cloud that follow him on every foot steps. He was outcasted from the garden of eden by Allah, when he refuses to bow to Adam when Allah told him to do so. By disobeying Allah, he was thrown out of Paradise. He has lower intelligence than humans but are physically stronger. Zūba’a is usually invisible to humans and humans do not appear clear to him. He has the power to travel large distances extremely quickly and live in remote areas, mountains, seas, trees, and the air

Zūba’a first came to earth and was captured by Kind David, father of King Solomon and due to his loyalty, Zūba’a was assigned as guardian spirit duing the birth of King Solomon. He remain in the court of King Solomon and help him build the first temple which help reduced demonic activities in his kingdom.

Zūba’a was so trusted by King Solomon before his death in 3000 BC.

Special Talent - Lute Arabic, Renaissance, Baroque

Silvac Greybeard

Silvac Greybeard
Gender: Male
Age: 200
Anubis-Egypt
Special powers: Dark magic, shapshifting, Spirit magic

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Silvac came into being about 200 years ago, he was created by a unknown force. He fought in several skirmishes before receding to the sands in slumber. he awoke roughly 150 years ago and then wandered the sands learning dark magic from a nercomancer.

He changed his form often to hide what he really was until he decided to stay as what he was created as. He wandered around before being captured as a one winged dragon with a burnt wing. his powers limited by capture, he was sold to a Djinn and then was freed, He wandered about for a while before the Bedouin found him and captured him. He stayed with them for a while before finding his warrior roots. they taught him how to fight with the scimitar, after a while he found he did not belong and then left deciding to see if the magi would accept him their ranks, he was not accepted. then after a while longer he found his home in the hills by the Djinn teleporter. After a few days he talked to the Djinn leader and was invited to join. He shall serve faithfully till the end of himself.

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~*Djinn Tribes*~

 Jann

             -The Jann is the djinn of the Earth element, and is believed to have been the first race of djinn ever to inhabit the earth. They are also considered to be the lowest and weakest form of Djinn because they worked so closely and heavily with humans. They represent strength, abundance, stability, and femininity, bringing peace and wealth into the home, or strength in troubling times. This particular type of Djinn likes to serve. This is the ONLY Djinn type that can not shapeshift at all.

 Jinn

             -The Jinn are basic and very common since they were one of the first Djinn tribe to be created. There is not much difference between this class of Djinn and the Jann classification. They also liked to serve and work closely with humans. However, the Jinn typically had the gift of prophecy. They are the least magical of all the Djinn, but they love mortals and often enjoy having intellectual debates with them. They are most commonly in mortal form (in order to easily talk/debate with them) and some have nearly become mortal.

 Marid

             -The Marid are often associated with open waters of the seas and oceans where it finds sanctuary. The Marid are arguably the most powerful of the Djinn. (The Shai'tan would beg to differ). They also have the ability to grant wishes to mortals, but that usually requires battle, and according to some imprisonment, rituals, or just a great deal of flattery. The Marid may or may not serve. It typically depends on their mood and often a lot of flattery and stroking their ego. They were masters of weather control. Without proper respect, there was a possibility a sailor's ship would be destroyed. In their natural forms, they often have blue or green skin to reflect their connection to the ocean. They are very few in number. They are not on friendly terms with the Ifrit (due to the Ifrit holding a grudge when the Marid saved some of their victims a long time ago). The Marid are Master illusionists and often use this to trick others.

   

 Ghul

             -They were believed to have taken the form of various animals (shape-shifters) and in many monstrous shapes, to haunt burial grounds and other sequestered spots, to feed upon dead bodies and kill and devour every human creature who happened to cross their path. They are crazed with a desire to feed. They are also considered to be  the most depraved of all the tribes, even though they are intelligent. They are most commonly female and will openly attack individuals or small groups. However, they are HIGHLY superstitious.

Shai'tan (Shaitan)

             -These malevolent jinn could be guilty of anything from tossing bricks off buildings, causing death or illness, or worst of all leading people away from their faith. The Shai'tan are arguably the most powerful type of Djinn. (The Marid would beg to differ). They are very few in number and often like to live very high up in the mountains or deep beneath the Earth in caves. They are the Master Manipulators of the Djinn. They often deceive and manipulate others in order to acheive their own ends. They are Masters of shape shifting (and can typically take on good of evil looking forms) simply because it aids them in their quest to deceive, corrupt, and kill. They are natural stratedgists and often use disease (or other people) as their weapons. They typically like to watch people destroy themselves so they can enjoy the show. They are the ones responsible for the corruption of Adam and Eve while they were living in Paradise. Even though they are said to exist on the border between light and dark, they are considered the darkest, most evil, of the Djinns (direct descendents of Iblis himself).

       

 Ifrit (Afrit)

             -An ifrit is an enormous winged creature of fire, either male or female, who lives underground and frequents ruins. They tend to like living in the most desolate of places and are extremely violent towards mortals. They will attack anyone who disturbs them. They are known for their brute strength. The Ifrit were originally corrupted by demons and interact the most with infernal (fire based) powers, since it was said that they were made of fire. They are extremely susceptible to magic, which humans can use to kill them or to capture and enslave them. Most people would be extremely lucky to survive an encounter with an Ifrit. 

Research  by Alorellen Chamerberlin :)

Brittainy Collins

Brittainy Collins   

Gender: Female

Age: 200 years old

Mythology : Fae - Dryad / Wood Elf - Mother is a dryad father is a wood elf

Special Powers:

 Nature based.  Healer, Enchanter, Illusionist, 

Background Story:

Is there anything we need to know about your Char?:  Britt is the Djinn of Nature.  She is sensitive to the elements.  Her father is a wood elf and her mother a dryad.  she came here with her craddle sister Naiyah in search of Naiyah's birth mother.  Upon arriving and seeing the people here they have decided to stay.  Though not quick to anger once she does she can whip up quite a storm.  Her scent is that of a summers rain.

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