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Author Topic: Fahima al-Bali  (Read 3874 times)

Description: Black Widow Priestess. Blood Opal to Red. Played by Dani.

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Fahima al-Bali
« on: Feb 11, 16, 12:57:18 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Fahima al-Bali
Nicknames: Hima, Fah (from her sister primarily)
Age: 29, Born 174 PP
Race: Pruulian
Caste: Black Widow Priestess (both natural)
Birth Territory: Pruul
Home Territory: Pruul

Birthright Jewel:  cut Blood Opal (DJ Slot Purchased Here)
Offering Jewel:  cut Red

Role: Tribal Representative
Faction: Clan Bali

Appearance


Play By: Demi Rose Mawbry
Distinguishing Features: A youthfulness that isn’t diminished by the pride with which she holds herself. Her grandmother’s golden jewelry is her pride and Fahima’s is never caught without wearing a pin in the shape of an open palm on her clothing.

Personality



Personality:

Like the growth of her castes over her youth, Fahima is a core of her Priestess caste wrapped in the seductive and dangerous layer of her Black Widow caste. Her faith in Pruul, in herself, in her tribe, in the rains that must come are the true threads that bind her. The belief that she is not just a tool of destiny, but a destiny creator, is much the Widow within her. She isn’t afraid to be the spider climbing over a silken web to weave what must be.

Stepped in tradition of the Clan that descended from the uniter of Pruul, Fahima has been a historian since she was a girl. She looked to the past so she could understand the present in the way only a child of history would explore. Her time with dusty tomes and scrolls with Priestesses spoke of an interest beyond the written word but instead a need to understand the working of Pruul’s history and her people. Knowing how the stories of old played out, she bases her manipulations on the successes of her ancestors.

Raised in a Clan that never once gave her a chance to believe her anything less than blessed, Fahima has a strong opinion of herself. This has led her to think critically but even more than that, she manipulates. Being told she is important has made her believe her opinion is more worthy than most others, though that is not something she speaks aloud. Fahima realized as a child she couldn’t demand people do what she desired so she embraced the art of manipulation. There are few she respects enough to accept their opinion and not try to supplant her own. Fahima’s art is one of smiles and gentle cajoling though, of thoughtful arguments and the art of convincing another the idea was theirs all along. The Black Widow Priestess is not above using the Darkness or her body as a tool for manipulation though, religion and sex powerful tools.

There is a deep river of passion in the young woman still. Fahima truly embraced the depth of her gifts as well as the two fold nature of them. A Blood woman, Fahima is a sexual creature, the Priestess within her seeing the holy connections between her and another of the Mother’s creatures. The Widow within her finds a grounding in the connection, a peaceful moment of clarity. Though she protects her heart with the pride of a woman extremely blessed, she has rarely denied herself the wants of the body.

Amidst her tribe and family though she shucks the role of water guardian and lofty bureaucrat to be young. There she is a bright woman who laughs at the jokes of the youths and listens to the stories of the elders with a patient smile. She can easily switch back to the more aloof woman if the situation changes but the Hima of Clan Bali behind closed doors is a softer woman, gentler on the edges.

Raised with the knowledge of her power though Fahima is very careful to trust. Even amidst the sisters of the Sayyadina she is unlikely to put her counsel in others. Only a few have truly earned her trust. This isn’t because she has been burned before but because she realized that her view of Pruul and her duties cannot be tainted by opinions of those not worthy to guide her. She has been called snobby and elitist among her peers but it was not without cause: Fahima doesn’t trust them.

Though she carries the weight of her duties Fahima is a woman at her core. She thinks she is smart enough to be above the pettiness of daily life but it isn’t true. She loves, she resents, she hurts. The Priestess in her tells her to learn from her mistakes but the Widow within desires to never make them in the first place. Torn between her sides Fahima hides her insecurities from those around her. Whatever she faces she does so bravely, because she has been told since she was a child that she must.

Likes:
  • Scrolls and books of history. One of the first tasks for the young Priestess, even before her Birthright, was to learn to read and discover the history of the Clan Bali and Pruul. The stories of Saiph Nagi, the Priestess Queen of old, enchanted the young girl. Though history could be dull Fahima kept digging, stringing together a story that kept her entertained during her silent meditations and hand to hand training. As she grew Fahima kept seeking out that history, citing her training of Priestess as a requirement. In truth, she just loves the richness of history and the subtle undertones of love and loss.
  • Horseback riding. Her father was born of the Clan Jinan Horse Lords. He taught Fahima the love of beasts and the love of riding. She rarely has time to enjoy the chance to ride freely with no purpose but she finds time each week to ride as part of her duties. Her father died when she was only a few years past her Offering. His horse, a tawny mare named Henna, was gifted to Fahima by her mother, due to her being of his children that loved horses most dearly.
  • Meditative Stretching Forms. Priestesses are taught the art of hand to hand combat in the tradition of protecting the waters of Pruul. Training is intense and though without weapons, the Priestesses with Pruul can be some of the scariest fighters, for they are fighting to protect Mother Night’s blessing itself. The stretching after intense practice is some of the most peaceful moments Fahima knows. Her mind empties and worries, concerns and fears are gone. Her body is hot from work but she feels the peace of the earth and Mother Night in those moments.
Dislikes:
  • Sandstorms. Even safely tucked away inside of places like Little Citadel and the Peaceful Place, Fahima finds the sandstorms frustrating. They interrupt her travel plans, the ability to go outside as well as throw sand all about indoors. Though the Hearth Witches of the Sayyadina are excellent at cleaning afterwards, Fahima resents the restrictions on her movement and the gritty sand invading her private spaces. To combat her annoyance she often practices the Priestess fighting form, giving her mind and body something to do while the sandstorm rages outdoors.
  • The rashness of youth. Though she is not aged with decades of wisdom, Fahima realizes how rash and untried the youth of Pruul are. As a Priestess she is devoted to guiding the teens around her to adulthood with grace, much the same way she had guidance from the Priestesses of her Tribe and the Peaceful Place. Full with the knowledge of how childish she could be as a teen she scoffs at the ideals of children thinking they are adult, that they know all. Fahima rarely feels enough respect for those youths to not speak her mind about the misguided nature of their godlike belief in themselves.
  • Not being busy. Born with only the Priestess caste Fahima was always expected to serve Pruul to the fullest extent. Being blessed with not only a Dark Jewel but a second caste has enforced that ideal that her mother germinated within her. Fahima does not want to disappoint others but she strives to be proud of herself as well. A strong woman, Fahima believes if she is not busy she has missed an opportunity. Her life does not give her chances to rest, just chances to excel. 
Fears:
  • Failing her Clan. In the same breath she was taught to serve Pruul, she was taught to serve her Clan. Bali, the generators of the ancient and glorious Saiph Nagi had a strong and proud heritage. Fahima’s mother was not a descendant of the woman but the stories around the Clan during holidays spoke of the glory of Pruul’s golden age. Fahima took those stories to heart and though she would never do anything to harm Pruul, she would put her Clan before others. With the burden of her Jewels and Castes she knows that she is seen as one of the most important women in her Clan. Whatever she does reflects back to Bali and she is committed to not failing them.
  • Destabilization of Pruul. The succession of Grand Princes has brought strife and danger to Pruul. Now with Saiph al-Kaid missing, a Black Priestess Queen from the Salt Mines and Tribe Geiba decimated, Fahima knows that Pruul is on the brink. As water diminishes she knows the Priestesses will be forced to fight for rationing if it comes to that. Though she has seen hints of salvations in her webs and those of her sisters, nothing is clear to Fahima. Love for her homeland and the lack of fixing it keeps her up at nights, wracking her mind for a solution.
  • Sandworms. Her powerful Jewels are nothing against the Sandworms of Pruul. The man she loved as a young woman had thought to have tamed them enough to ride them and he was struck down in the end. Though she travels frequently for her duties she sleeps poorly whenever they have to cross large expanses of Sandworm territory. She hides her nerves but some close to her have noticed her unease during the travels. Even after she is safely home, sandworms can haunt her dreams, waking her in the dead of night.
Craft Strengths:
  • Detecting Falsehoods. As an arbiter amidst both arms of the Sayyadina, Fahima was tasked to learn the Craft to detect Falsehoods. Though the Craft itself isn’t complex, reading what is returned by the target is. The subtle shifts in scent and body language requires not just perfect Craft but understanding of people. As Fahima grew to understand people, how they ticked and how to manipulate them, her ability to detect falsehoods also grew.
  • Illusions. Though her practical usage of Illusions is limited, Fahima found herself gifted at creating large scale illusions. The power of her Jewels lends itself well to large designs and grand displays. At some of the Festivals she is known to work in tandem with another Priestess telling stories to children to bring the stories to life.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Poisons. For all her hardness and bravery Fahima dislike poisons. Her snaketooth is a natural weapon in her mind if she needs it but she doesn’t feel comfortable with poisons. They are a weak woman’s tool and a dangerous tool to have in one’s arsenal. Uncomfortable with the teaching Fahima never truly embraced the arts of poisons and now suffers from poor knowledge and application. Being bad at poisons is not something that she resents in the least.
  • Visions.  With her dual focus her Widow Craft truly suffered the most. Her visions occur as all Widows do but they are weaker and harder for Fahima to understand. The Widow teachers have told her she needs to spend more time weaving is she is to understand the messages from Mother Night better. Fahima’s problem is that she is always so busy with her duties to Clan and Pruul that she rarely has the time to devote to her visions. When she does weave whatever she sees is confusing and hard to relate to.
Life Story

Family:
Grandmother (Maternal): Yva al-Bali Summer Sky - Opal Black Widow. (77, Born 114 AP)
Mother: Reyva al-Bali Yellow - Rose Priestess (55, Born 136 AP)
Father: Taen al-Bali (nee al-Jinan) Rose - Summer Sky Prince [Married in from Clan Jinan] (Deceased 53, born 135 AP)
Siblings:
(Older Sister) Khatina al-Bali, Rose - Purple Dusk Priestess (2 years older). [She is married with two children.]
(Younger Brother) Rentin al-Kurhah, Summer Sky - Opal Prince (3 years younger). [He married into Tribe Kurhah and has three children.]

Daughter: Tila al-Bali, Priestess. (Age 7, Born 186 PP) [She is being raised by Fahima’s sister Khatina, though Fahima visits and is acknowledged as the mother.]

Father of her Daughter: Baell al-Tabur. Blood Male. [A sandworm rider paired with Adinn. Though he and Adinn were lovers, Fahima and he fell in love too. He was killed before Fahima had a chance to tell him she was pregnant.]
Daughter’s “Uncle”: Adinn al-Latifh. Landen. [He was Baell’s sandworm riding partner and lover. Baell died to save Adinn’s life and since then Adinn has devoted himself to helping raise Tila. He lost most of one leg to the incident that killed Baell.]

History:

Her mother told her the story many years after her birth, of the golden gazed man who had loved Saiph Nagi the Priestess Queen of Legend. He’d worn the caste of Healer in addition to his Warlord. When he’d come in the Darkness of night he’d guided Fahima’s mother through the birth of her daughter and raised the wailing girl to her mother’s breast.

The legend Abulurd ibn-Bali had ushered her into the world, a touch of godliness within the first moment of her life.

As the middle child and wearing the caste of Priestess naturally, Fahima’s mother was her first instructor. The young girl grew up hard as all Pruulians did but she knew love from her mother and father. Though she realized as an adult her parent’s love was strong, it was not born of passion alone, but of friendship as well. Even before her Birthright she trained in service of her caste and Pruul, her Clan and family her first instructors.

After Fahim’s Birthright it was starkly realized that not only Fahima was blessed with her mother and sister’s caste, but she was destined for some great purpose with her powerful Birthright. Her training intensified under the gaze of her mother and her first trip the Holy City of Onn and the Peaceful Place occurred that year. For the Blood Opal she was pushed, exhausted each night and woken early each day. Life was ceaseless and she barely had a moment to resent the flurry of activity.

When her Widow’s tooth erupted Fahima spent the next few years at Little Citadel, training with the Coven. The change was exciting at first but Fahima was timid at first of the powerful Widows at Little Citadel. For the first few months she prayed that she could go back to the Peaceful Place for her training. Slowly though she grew comfortable with the woman around her, realizing they were sisters in the Darkness as well as training. Once Fahima grew at ease with her sisters, she found peace within herself. Balancing the castes as a young teen wasn’t without its difficulties but as her training progressed so did her comfort within her skin.

One of the woman, a woman mostly made of myth, became her tutor. The Veiled Lady. Over the years Fahima came to know her as Sightless Black Widow Priestess. It was the shared Jewel, the Opal, and the shared castes that made Fahima come to trust the woman implicitly. Though she would take secrets of her Clan to the grave, she hides nothing else from the woman. The strangest part is that Fahima knows almost nothing of the woman, not even her true name.

As she flourished into an adult, her Virgin Night completed by a member of her Clan Bali, Fahima embraced her sexuality. She was a beautiful woman as many of the men who served the Sayyadina told her. Her heart was flighty though, going from man to woman and back to man without regard for the true depth of love. That changed a few months before her Offering.

She met him during the Winsol Festival in Onn. He was a sandrider, handsome and entirely brash and brazen. Instantly Fahima had to have him. Baell al-Tabur smiled when she approached him but he was not easily caught. That night he vanished before Fahima could get more than his name and occupation.

It was months later, after her Offering, and she still thought of the Male and their short but intoxicating encounter. His laughter and humor had awoken something deeper with her, a need for more. The next Festival, in spring, she found him again in Onn. This time she told him that she hadn’t stopped thinking of him, of his smile and the bright brown gaze. Something in her proclamation rang true with the man and he invited her back to his tent.

There she met his lover and sandworm riding partner, Adinn. It was there she was told to explain to Adinn what she’d told to Baell. Though she knew Sandworm riders were often siblings or lovers, she hadn’t known what she expected. Brave or reckless she’d repeated her speech. Adinn, pensive the whole of the time, merely nodded at the end. Whatever communication that passed between the gaze of Adinn and Baell was lost to Fahima.

Their love affair started that night. Adinn and Fahima shared Baell because the vivacious man had the love to share. Though the trio saw each other rarely they made time to visit one another when their paths crossed. When Baell and Adinn were away though, Fahmia worried for the pair’s safety. It was for that reason she stopped taking the tonics given to the Sayyadina to prevent pregnancy. Life was short and she wanted something of Baell when he was away for long stretches.

He was killed just a week after she learned she was pregnant. The story from Adinn was one of a Sandworm that was attacked by another worm. It was so rare but happened. Adinn slipped first and found his leg caught between the scales. Baell had lept forward to help him get free before the beast had bucked again. When Adinn finally had woken up in the desert, his lower leg crushed and leaking blood, Baell’s broken body was just a dozen paces from him, unmoving.

Adinn had made it back to civilization by willpower alone, barely alive. Fahima had gotten permission to make a special trip to see him, to get the story from his lips. Her tears had only broken after Adinn’s story, telling him of the news of her pregnancy.

The man had asked her if she planned to keep the child with that quiet reservation of the first time they’d met. Fahima, sick with love and loss, could think of no better way to honor the life of a man she’d loved fiercely and nodded her head yes. Adinn’s only other question was surprising but not unheard of: he asked if he could be in her child’s life. Fahima, knowing that they had both loved Baell could think of no better way to honor the man’s life and love, said yes.

After the first months of her pregnancy, Fahima returned to her family with Adinn. There she completed the last months of her pregnancy and gave birth to a beautiful Priestess daughter. Though she stayed a few more months she decided to return to the Sayyadina and her duties. It was her sister she gave the child to, her daughter’s “Uncle” Adinn staying with the family and becoming a permanent fixture in the child’s life.

When Fahima returned to the Sayyadina she informed the leaders that she was ready to devote her next years to the Sayya. Her daughter was in her heart but she had been born and bred to help Pruul, to lead from the front and not the shadows. She threw herself back into training, both in Craft and in the unique hand to hand fighting technique of the Priestesses.

It was a few years later that her father was killed. The desert had gotten him in the end, the deadly scorpions that basked in the heat of the day had crept up while he slept. It was his horse, Henna, who’d come back riderless from the desert that alerted her mother. When she’d returned for the last rites, her father’s horse Henna could only be comforted by Fahima. The mare knew what had happened and though she was nearly ten years in age, she remembered Fahima best. Her mother, realizing what her father would want, gave Fahima the horse as a final gift from her father.

In recent years she has spent her time assigned by the Sayyadina to expand her horizons. Though she is still young she is a powerful figure within the organization, destined for greatness many say. Rarely does one so blessed come to Pruul and though she is not a Queen, she is well known among her sisters. Fahima has proved herself a insightful arbiter of justice as well as a devoted sister. Now though she has seen the suggestions of a greater calling in her visions. Though her webs remain blurry, her mind and heart is ready for the next challenge.

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The squeal of a child brought a soft smile to Fahima’s lush lips. She was dressed for Court, fine woven robes with embroidery fit for a Queen’s Court. Nevertheless she was kneeling on the floor of the tent, her arms spread wide and a stuffed horse in one hand.

“Mommy!” The girl delighted as she ran into Fahima’s arms. The man who limped behind her gave her a warm smile, his crutch almost silent on the hard floors beneath the tent. Adinn, the girl’s Uncle in name was rarely far from Tila. The girl didn’t look much like her father but Fahima saw hints of it. Adinn had to see them as well. It wasn’t like having Baell back but both her and Adinn appreciated what they had.

Fahima loved the girl with the devotion of a mother though she was rarely with her. She wrapped the child to her ample bosom and felt the warmth and solidness of the girl. It had been months since her sister Khatina had been able to visit. This time they were both in Onn though. Turmoil had returned to Pruul but Fahima put that aside in that moment, lavishing love on her daughter instead.

Planting kisses that left small amounts of rogue on her daughter’s face, she held the stuffed horse in front of the child. “I brought this for you. It is just like my horse Henna.” The colors were the same, Fahima having requested the toy special from the Craftsman. Tila’s squeal of delight brought a new, brighter smile to Hima.

“I love her mommy!” Tila turned and held the horse up to Adinn next, her bright gaze of love no less for the Landen man she knew as her Uncle. “Look ‘Dinn, mommy got me a horse.”

The gentle smile Adinn wore, full of love for a daughter not of his body but of a shared soul, was heartening for Fahima. For a time she had worried the man would follow Baell to the grave, the guilt and depression more than enough. Now though, even without part of his leg, he’d found a reason for life: the delight of a child.

Tila lost interest in her mother quickly, taking the horse to visit her other stuffed animals. Fahima stood, brushing off the sand from her robes understanding the flighty nature of children. Adinn glanced down at her, likely noticing the full cleavage and fitted way the robe hugged her body. It was confirmed when he spoke though. “Baell would have liked that on you. I imagine he would have called it ‘sultry and holy’.”

Fahima laughed lightly smiled and felt a punch of longing. No man had come into her life that had made her feel passion like Baell had. She strode forward, hips swaying, and hugged Adinn. The man returned the hug and for a brief moment, they shared their longing. Pulling back, Fahima motioned to the chairs, not daring to offer Adinn help sitting. The man had lasted in the desert long enough to find a tribe with half his leg missing, he was strong enough to seat himself.

“Tell me what I have missed,” Fahima started. Adinn, though a quieter sort, spared her no detail. Where Tila was concerned there was no one more willing to regale Fahima with stories. Adinn adored her daughter and his stories showed it.

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Re: Fahima al-Bali
« Reply #1 on: Feb 11, 16, 01:19:30 PM »
Dark Jewel Descent & Dark Jewel Slot purchased here: http://forums.bloodrites.net/points-scheme/(feb)-points-transactions/msg71713/#msg71713

BR & Offering please.

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Re: Fahima al-Bali
« Reply #2 on: Feb 11, 16, 01:20:16 PM »
Per your purchase of a Dark descent...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Blood Opal birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Red Jewel at your offering.

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Congratulations



And your five family rolls...

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2. Rose - Summer Sky
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Re: Fahima al-Bali
« Reply #3 on: Feb 11, 16, 01:46:46 PM »

I like me some powerful woman.








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Re: Fahima al-Bali
« Reply #4 on: Feb 11, 16, 02:01:56 PM »





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Re: Fahima al-Bali
« Reply #5 on: Feb 15, 16, 10:00:11 AM »
Ready for review.

She is a wanted ad for Kenna and will require Kenna's approval.

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« Reply #6 on: Feb 15, 16, 10:53:49 AM »
She looks wonderful! Nothing but approval here <3








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