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Author Topic: Khadijah al-Izar  (Read 3396 times)

Description: Witch.Purple Dusk to Green. Played by Idariel.

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Khadijah al-Izar
« on: Feb 11, 16, 10:19:47 PM »
The Basics


Character Name: Khadijah al-Izar
Nicknames: Khadi, Sparrow
Age & Birthyear: F18 as of 192 AP, b. 174 AP
Race: 1/2 Eyrien (1/2 Long-lived)
Caste: witch
Birth Territory: Pruul
Home Territory: Pruul

Birthright Jewel: cut Purple-Dusk
Offering Jewel: cut Green

Role: Mineborn
Faction: Mineborn

Appearance



Play By: Chanel Iman Robinson.

Distinguishing Features
She is frail, with bird-thin bones, not quite five feet tall, but with burning, determined blue-and-gold eyes. Her hands and feet are small for her size, the sure sign of prolonged malnutrition. She often tilts her head to the side, mulling over words, like a little bird. A vicious little bird that will peck your eyes out.

An extreme exercise program makes her stronger than she looks ... but not by a lot.

While not instantly noticeable, her right shoulder is deformed and limits both range of motion and strength on her dominate side. This becomes noticeable during any activity that requires full range of motion. She usually holds her weaker right side away from strangers.

Spoiler:  Detailed Description (click to show/hide)
Personality

Personality:

Mineborn. Holder of Fortune. Deceptive. Agile. Intense.

Born of salt and hate, birthed deep within the salt-pit's of Pruul, Khadijah is a primal, feral creature with no higher moral code and no foolish notion that life or death are fair. She is owed nothing, and will be given nothing. What she needs, she must both take for herself, and zealously guard.

While she has learned the lessons of every Mineborn - that life is cheap, that strangers are threats, and that might makes right - she has emerged with a great deal of inner strength and self-confidence. Not paranoid in the sense of thinking everyone is out to get her, personally, she nonetheless shares the Mineborn's knowledge that everyone in the Overlands is out to take all they can, however they can.

She has been told from birth that she is weak, sickly and worthless. She had no gift for finding salts or metals or gems, no great strength for chores, or biting intelligence for solving troubles.
Scrawny from birth, underfed even as an infant, on her own and desperate for food and protection as a toddler, yet she lived.

She stole, she fought, she learned. She defied the guard's and prisoner's expectations that she would die. Even their outright attempts to kill her. The Giebba and the Sayya took her mother, her food, her clothes, her wings and her Jewels, but nothing ever broke her spirit. Maybe it was the Mineborn destiny. Perhaps the sheer savage nature of the Eyrien. But some mystical alchemy of the soul forged a tempered, clever and wary weapon masquerading as a fragile waif.

Khadijah al-Izar has learned two critical lessons in her life. The weak are prey, and you don't have to win a fight, you just have to not lose it. Her name literally means 'Sword from the Darkness,' and she is determined to become that. A sword, impervious to harm, and both respected and feared.

But if she can't earn respect, she will settle for inspiring fear.

She has an indomitable courage that not even life can break. She finds strength in all she has overcome, not shame. Her lost wings, lost childhood, lost family all inspire her, instead of crippling her. She has already faced nightmares; what is there left to fear?

She is fierce, neither acknowledging nor recognizing fear. Fear transmutes to anger so swiftly that she does not even know it was ever there. She both relishes a challenge, and sees every person as potentially life-threatening. Her sole purpose is to be too much trouble to kill.

Whether in practice or during her frantic fight for survival in the mines, she wades into combat with a ruthlessness and utter commitment that can unnerve combat instructors and sparing partners alike. For her, death is always on the line.

As anyone with little to lose, face and reputation are as vital and real to her as food and drink. It was only her incredibly violent and ruthless assault on her opponents in the practice ring that kept bullies and opportunists away from her during her Warlord Caste training.

Khadijah loves being alive. It is her prize, wrested daily from those who dared to think her not good enough. Her single-minded drive to stay alive led her to a desperate need to master combat usually found only in a Warlord-Prince. But it also left her with an extremely limited moral code, and a full knowledge of the monster dwelling in everyone. She has done terrible things in the name of survival.



Likes:
  • 1 The Darkness. (Hadjara) Real or mystical, the dark holds promise and mystery. When real life is nothing but torture, the half-imagined presences and wistful dreams of the young woman can come to life in the sheltering Darkness.
  • 2 Sense of Humor. (Roshan) Both the smug delight in defeating superior opponents and the odd, inexplicable courage that comes from laughing in the face of danger are things Khadijah treasures. From stealing the power of a bad memory by making a dark joke, or mocking a guard, humor, like Darkness, lets her reclaim and redefine her life on her terms.
  • 3 Music. (Omid) Khadijah has never learned to sing or play an instrument. Yet, for all of her life, she has heard music in the mines, from songs the miners sang to ease the long hours, to the wild, harsh cacophony of the Guards at Winsol. Yet, somewhere in her soul, the music took hold and other, unearthly melodies and songs echoed through her. Once she was brought to the Overland, there was one voice amongst the Mineborn she already knew: Omid al-Izar. Whether using the rocks and picks for percussion, or improvising a whistle, or simply singing, his soothing songs and improvised rhythms remain amongst her fondest memories.

    Dislikes:
  • 1 Adramelech. (Ghanima) The scent, sight or sound of the Spider fills Khadijah with anguished rage. Without someone to restrain her, she won't wait to slit the horrid creature's throat. While the nightmares and hurt that reached her from the Rose Queen were vague enough that Khadijah could not say why she needs to kill him, her compulsion to do so is unshakeable.
  • 2 Being Hungry. She has been hungry so long, so consistently that she now hoards food, including keeping seeds and water in her personal storage 'cabinet.' She will never willingly miss a meal, and has a hard time passing up snacks and treats even when she ought to. If she sees a display, dinner or party tray she will help herself.
  • 3 Unnecessary Pain. (Zahira) While not precisely compassionate with those not her friends, she has an innate, almost inexplicable dislike of prolonging a conflict or fight. She just wants them to die, and to forget they ever existed.

    Fears:
  • 1 Being Restrained. Nothing good has ever come to her after being restrained, from the loss of her Birthright Jewel to the cruel shearing of her wings. If you try to restrain her, expect a no-holds-barred, mindless, berserker assault. She will never stop struggling, willing to break bones to escape bonds. 
  • 2 Rages. (Lucky) Sudden, inexplicable rages have randomly afflicted her for all of her life. It is something she must always guard against. Once in the Overlands, she realized that these rages were from the Mineborn Bond. Even now, Lucky's rages can Incite Rage in her, regardless of the distance between them, although she is learning to control it. Knowing that his rages affect her so strongly precisely because she carries so much rage herself, She fears the time will come when she embraces that rage, and once more berserks, this time with all of the lethal skill of a Warlord. She has nightmares of her unthinking rages causing the death of one of the Mineborn. They are parts of her soul; to lose them is unthinkable, and to kill one would destroy her.
  • 3 Moontimes. Already incredibly weak and fragile, the use of Craft is all that keeps her from being a victim. Having no power for five terrifying days once every month is a constant wear. She (incorrectly) assumed that at the end of her Warlord Caste training she will literally be a man - no Moontimes. No Virgin Night. No risk of rape.

    Craft Strengths:
  • 1 Physical Enhancement. Before her wings were shorn, she used them and this to leap to high, tiny nooks and crannies. She used it to dive swiftly on her prey, snatch the precious food and water, and leap once again to safety. After, she used it even more, to balance her crippled body. She uses it so habitually that her Moontimes are horrifically painful.
  • 2 Psychic Blades: She can anchor a shaped Shield in her slender, small blades that makes them longer and sharper than they really are. She can affect their length, width and breadth. (Like Psylock). This gives her the capacity to wield two small blades effectively against full grown men with full sized blades. When she learns to use the Khanjar, she will use this ability to wield it in two hands, like a hand-and-a half thrusting bastard sword, instead of as a scimitar. Sometimes, she dons a harness and Crafts shaped Shields out of her Purple-Dusk that  resemble the Wings of an Eyrien. They are gossamer thin, purple in hue and can flap, causing wind gusts and able to gently brush people, or knock them over. No matter how she tries, they do not let her fly. But they do make her feel whole.

    Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1 Emotion Craft. Khadijah pretends to disdain this whole section of Craft, but the truth is she doesn't understand or relate to Overlanders sufficiently to learn this Craft. Maybe in ten years or so. She didn't even speak until after her Birthright, and then only to Omid, Roshan and Ennead. The complexities of inspiring, masking or faking emotion are simply beyond her.
  • 2 Illusions. Sight is still her weakest sense, and she simply doesn't understand the delicate interplay of light and shadow, perception and reality, enough to make more then a largish ugly blur. Likewise, Sight Shields and other Craft that requires a deep instinctual understanding of vision is hopeless for her.



    Life Story


    Family:

    Immediate Family and Significant People
    Mother: Unknown Eyrien, called Sheva within the Saltmines. DECEASED b. 1410 AP ❧ Rose to Purple Dusk ❧ Healer.
    Jewels from Khadijah's Family Roll. She had a brand of a dragon on her right shoulder. The Overseer will be able to describe her Caste and Jewels as well.
    Father: Unknown - Only a Widow's Web could reveal him.

    Siblings: the Mineborn are who she counts as siblings.
  • Roshan al-Izar, F22 as of 192 AP, b. 170 AP, ❧ uncut Summer Sky ❧ Black-Widow.
  • Ghanima al-Izar, F21 as of 192 AP, b. 171 AP, ❧ uncut Rose ❧ Queen.
  • Omid Behram al-Izar, M21 as of 192 AP, b. 171 AP, ❧ uncut Opal ❧ Prince.
  • Lucky al-Izar, M20 as of 192 AP, b. 172 AP, ❧ Uncut Purple Dusk ❧ Warlord-Prince.
  • Hadjara al-Izar, F20 as of 192 AP, b. 172 AP, ❧Rose ❧ Priestess.
  • Zahira al-Izar F20 as of 192 AP, b. 173 AP, ❧ Rose ❧ Healer.
  • (me) Khadijah al-Izar, F18 as of 192 AP, b. 174 AP, Purple-Dusk Witch into Warlord.

    Significant people:
  • Ennead al-Bali, M24 as of 192 AP, b. 168 AP, ❧ Purple Dusk to Green ❧ Warlord-Prince. Jewels from Khadijah's Family Roll.
  • Bahij al'Sabbah , M36 as of 192 AP, b. 155 AP, ❧ Rose - Purple Dusk ❧ Geiba Overseer Warlord. Jewels from Khadijah's Family Roll.
  • Ilham al'Sabbah , F40 as of 192 AP, b. 152 AP, ❧ Yellow to Rose ❧ Geiba Sayya Priestess. Jewels from Khadijah's Family Roll.


    History:


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    Most of the Mineborn were immediately taken from their mothers at birth and cared for by the Sayya's Black-Widows for two years, then handed off to the indifferent care of the hardened Guards until old enough to be useful.

    But Khadijah's mother, although very sick from the birth and pregnancy, fought so ferociously that they let her keep the baby. Despite the special supplements supplied to the Mineborn babies by the Geiba (actually a poison to limit their jewel strength), this actually resulted in less nutrition, water and care than the other Mineborn, right from birth. Add in her increased metabolism from her Eyrien blood, and she is much weaker and smaller than she should be, the most fragile of the Mineborn.

    The extra strain of nursing was too much for Khadjira's mother, and when Khadjira was only a toddler the woman collapsed and was drug off to die. The wild child fled into the darkness of the mines, surviving by climbing to high untraceable crevices. She could not always keep the food handed to her every morning, only managing to eat the poisoned porridge, which she was required to eat in front of the Overseer. Stronger prisoners snatched the bread and meat from her scrawny fingers. In desperation, she learned to pounce down on the unsuspecting, snatch food from their hands, and eat it as fast as she could while vanishing back into the dark.

    As she grew, she got better at gliding, diving and pouncing. While not true flight, her wings gave her an advantage that made the difference between life and death. During the bulk of her days, she carried away the slag and other refuse of the mine.

    At five, Khadijah pounced on a nine-year-old girl, meaning to take her food. The moment she touched the older girl, though, odd feelings and a sense of belonging paralyzed her. She fled, but from then on would stalk and watch the older girl, who always seemed aware of her. It became a game between the two, an unlikely and utterly silent friendship. (Unknown to Khadijah it was a fellow Mineborn, Roshan.)

    By six, her skill at acquiring food and water became enough that several prisoners complained to the guards and Overseer Bahij. The Overseer arranged a trap. They captured the young girl, tied her down, and hacked off her wings. The child berserked, fighting and snarling the entire time, making the scars even more jagged then they would have been. She fought so hard against them that her shoulder was deformed, never to heal. She fled immediately when released, badly wounded and beyond sanity.

    She tried to hide even from Roshan, who assisted her with food and water. Roshan used subtle and powerful Craft to keep Khadijah alive, but in so doing revealed her secret. Roshan had kept her Jewel! So Khadijah lived, despite all common sense and expectation. The salt of the mines crusted her back, preventing infection. It seeped even deeper into her blood and bones. The crippled shoulder and wrenched, misaligned ribs on her right side cost her 60% of her strength on that side, and impaired about 30% of her range of motion.

    By eight, and without her wings, she could not hide, could not fight, only worked mindlessly. Only her game with Roshan brought her joy. When the guard came, she went passively to the deep cave used for the Birthright Ceremony, bribed by a crust of bread and Roshan's whispered warnings. She was filled with anticipation, and an odd unfamiliar joy. Descending into the Darkness was strangely familiar, like a half-remembered dream. The moment the Ceremony was over she clutched her Purple-Dusk Jewel and backed from the treacherous Priestess snarling with rage, already Shielded and summoning power recklessly.

    In the end, they got her Jewel. But it cost them. She was ready, ready for them to try to take it, warned by the fate of the other Mineborn. She even managed a completely untutored and unexpected Power Bolt that severely injured the Priestess. She damaged several guards quite badly, and was brutally slashed across her stomach.

    Damaged, crippled and wounded, she became steadily weaker. She was desperate when a Warlord-Prince stepped in. He started with no more than feeding her. Their odd, fragile connection was baffling to Khadijah then, and still is now. Warlord-Prince Ennead al-Bali protected her, fed her, and even trained her. He took nothing from her, gained nothing tangible for his aide. It cost him, but to no gain. She had never seen a selfless act, nor discussed honor, nor ever had it explained to her that children should be protected. He confused her then, and does to this day.
     
    Between her Eyrien blood, her crippled shoulder and shorn wings, her senses have become quite acute. All of the brain functions that would have gone to those things have been funneled to her hearing, smelling and her tactile senses (everything sensed through her skin, from her sense of touch to detecting body heat and air pressure). She can tell how many people enter the room from their body heat, can feel tiny air currents and hear sounds invisible to the less acutely tormented. It has been life or death for her on more than one occasion, and is a constant sense of accomplishment and pride. She's like a Sandworm! Sensing you before you know they are there. And she plans to ride a Sandworm one day.

    Her sight was not so blessed. Despite being raised in the cloaking darkness and birthed of salt and hate, she is not completely blind. The overseers would (foolishly) have light with them both at the beginning of a work shift, when they passed out food and water, and at the end when they collected salt, ore and uncut gems. It wasn't much, but it was enough that she is not blind. Once free of the mines, she found that she adores the light and heat of the sun, and color is a wonder to her. She has never met a color she doesn't like, and piles scarves and shirts one atop another until they are sufficiently bright for her.

    By ten, she had learned to mimic and imitate both animal and wind sounds from Ennead al-Bali. She taught the code to Roshan as well. They used the sounds to communicate, but it was also a way for the Warlord-Prince to bring the Overlands to life for the little girl. She stayed close to Roshan, who was now (astonishingly) a Black-Widow. The prisoners who had ratted her out and cost her her wings began to die in bizarre, brutal ways, another gift from Roshan. Each death brought a little more life back into Khadijah's soul. She was finally strong enough to begin to learn to fight, and Ennead al-Bali began that training, teaching her to defend herself with but one good arm.

    By fourteen when the Black Jeweled Shalador Queen was freed from the mines, inexplicably, Khadijah was offered escape as well. But she would not go without Ennead al-Bali. To her rage the Overlanders killed the Geiba before Khadijah was powerful enough to do so herself. This brought her implacable hate, but also taught her the simple truth that the Overlands was just like the Mines. Might makes right, and only strength matters.

    The Mineborn and their protectors were allowed a year together. Khadijah learned of the Sayya's overbearing, selfish pretense that some prophecy 'guarded ' and 'guided' the Mineborn. She does not believe them. Ennead al-Bali guarded her, Roshan guided her.

    Most of the Mineborn astonished her. Used to seeing everyone as a threat, and having absolutely no care or regard for any human being besides Ennead al-Bali and Roshan, her sense of kinship to the Mineborn is baffling. The first to strike her as eerily familiar was the Prince, for she had heard his voice before, heard his music. She was apt to sneak up to him while he played, creeping closer and closer until curled up beside him, humming along. If anyone noticed her she would hiss at them and slip away.

    Hadjara, the Priestess, was a well of peace, and called her 'Sister' the moment they met. Sister. Khadijah tried the word several times. She instantly adored the gentle Priestess, and drug her off to meet Roshan. Roshan was fun, light, laughter.

    In turn, Hadjara insisted that Khadijah meet - and accept - Lucky as her brother. This was less good than sisters. Everything Khadijah knew about survival insisted that she should hate a strange Warlord-Prince. He called her weak, and crippled. But she could not summon hate. She snarled. He called her cute. She attacked him. He laughed, and fended her off for a bit, ending in a bear hug.

    As with Roshan, she could not harm him. She took no crippling or lethal blow, and nothing less would impact the 6' half - Eyrien Warlord-Prince. Unlike with Roshan, her instincts were at war with themselves.

    Then the next betrayal. Not unexpected, but hateful all the same. The Sayya became afraid of the Mineborn, of the Bond, and tried to destroy it. They sent them each away, and the mindless,  Lucky-inspired rages that had faded during their year together came back once again. And the lone and lonely Queen Ghanima's hatred of Adramelech was a constant, silent plea for the Spider's death. Khadijah and Roshan trained with the Sabbah at the Little Citidel.

    Only now Khadijah knew her rages echoed Lucky's rages, as she knew that Hadjara's love of Communion and the Darkness allowed Khadijah to love the night, Prince Omid's love of music had infected her own soul, and Roshan's love of life defeated any depression. 

    She spent a year training to be a warrior. She wanted, desperately, to be invulnerable and strong. But this last year, 16, brought other changes. Her moon cycles started. Her body was changing shape, developing softness where it ought to be hard.

    And her feelings are baffling. Ennead, Roshan, Hadjara ... It seemed she need only trust someone for odd, dangerous longings and bafflingly bizarre feelings to surface. As confused as her feelings for the other Mineborn are, it is nothing to the unwelcome maelstrom of emotion surrounding Ennead al-Bali.

    At sixteen, she is still scrawny, weak and undernourished, the smallest and youngest of the Mineborn. She still more resembles a child than an adult, and has not grown an inch taller since she was twelve. But she is wickedly fast, and has focused her training on the more precise shot, rather than on unattainable strength. She is good with her Craft, using it to balance her body and compensate for her crippling injury.

    Eannead stayed with her at the Little Citadel, and though he was asked to train more students than Khadijah. She has come to see that those born to the Overlands have a rich, full life and she fears that once her training is complete he will leave her to reclaim that for himself.

    Most young men train from puberty until 17 or 18 to master the Warlord Caste. She is an odd contradiction, her intense and life-or-death training with Eannead giving her a firm foundation, but her weakness, narrow life experience and complete lack of drilling with anyone else has her lagging behind in some areas. She is not yet fully a Warlord, possessing the necessary speed but not yet the precision and skill that would allow her to hold her own in a full melee. She hopes for another six months to year of training to complete her Caste training, then to find, earn or demand training as a Sandrider. Eannead has been reticent both on his intentions towards staying with her, his goals for life in the Overlands, and his feelings on Sandriders. Nor has he as of yet introduced her to his birth family.

    She felt Lucky's return to the light, felt a prickling in her soul. She heard Hadjara's concerns, whispered to the Darkness but understood by Khadijah only as a need for her to look after them both. She and Eannead headed for the tug on her soul, and the Mineborn slowly assembled.
    They needed her. Finally, she would be the strong the one.

    The Sword from the Darkness.


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    Khadijah held still, utterly still. The darkness swirled around her, salt and heat and blood. Blood always called her. Others feared the darkness, unable to scent their prey, blind to the picture that the air filtering over her wings built in her mind, deaf to the images of life and death that the pervasive heat of the Saltmines mapped against her skin. Her mother had feared the scent of blood, had run from it, but not Khadi. Blood meant weakness, meant a chance at more food, enough water.

    She gathered herself, then felt with her mind, pulling and pulling until power coated her body and pounded in her veins. She moved with a preternatural grace, silent and eerie as she climbed higher, and higher, then leapt into the air, wings unfurled, gliding over an obstacle meant to be impassable in the darkness. Impassable to the land-bound, or the full grown.

    The tiny, emaciated body of the five-year-old half-breed arrowed through the narrow gap in the piled wall of stone, fouled salt and refuse. The brief passage through the narrowed opening mimicked wind, stirring a powerful, elated joy within. The instinct to fly and soar and break free of the earth filled her, the secrets of the air tantalizing ... But false. She could not escape the earth for more than a few seconds.

    But her nose didn't lie, her skin guided her truly, and eager, tiny fingers were already grasping for the bleeding man's water skin as her feet slammed into his leg, tiny, long toes biting into his thigh, digging to give her purchase for the all important kick-off.

    He startled, the deaf and stupid man, as ignorant of the three people still pursuing him as he had been of her presence before her sharp impact. Her weight threw him off balance, an unexpected boon she would remember. His grasping hands tugged her wings, and she slammed a tiny fist into his nose. Noses and eyes were good targets; though she hissed in desperate hunger, lunging towards the salt-encrusted meat roll he had dropped in order to punch her.

    A sob built in her throat as the food bounced out of reach. Hunger gnawed at her, tempting her to waste her momentum, to scramble after him. Furious at him, she snarled and bit his arm before launching back into the darkness, arrowing for a ledge out of his reach. She dared not stay on the ground any longer. She clutched the water bottle, and fought tears.


     



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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #1 on: Feb 11, 16, 10:29:09 PM »
*hugs and offers welcome to her new little sister*





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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #2 on: Feb 11, 16, 10:39:27 PM »
"Hello, little sister." *Omid smiles and hugs Khadi*







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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #3 on: Feb 11, 16, 10:55:54 PM »
Please post in the Points Transaction Thread the usage of the SS/PD/O Winsol item for it to be applied. Thank you!
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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #4 on: Feb 12, 16, 06:40:18 AM »
Please post in the Points Transaction Thread the usage of the SS/PD/O Winsol item for it to be applied. Thank you!

Thank you miss Dani! I did!
I spent points wildly!!!

If I need to link it here and on Ruse, please let me know!

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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #5 on: Feb 12, 16, 09:34:09 AM »
As per use of SS/PD/Opal Winsol item.
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness blessed with a cut Purple Dusk birthright Jewel.



Congratulations
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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #6 on: Feb 13, 16, 03:59:19 AM »
 Forgot to ask!

May I please have five family roles?

Thank you!

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« Reply #7 on: Feb 13, 16, 09:05:26 AM »
Five family rolls:
1. Rose - Purple Dusk
2. Yellow - Rose
3. Purple Dusk - Green
4. Rose - Purple Dusk
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Offline Kenna

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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #8 on: Feb 17, 16, 04:24:24 PM »
Khadi has my wholehearted approval!








Offline Khadijah al-Izar

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      Idariel

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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #9 on: Feb 17, 16, 04:50:04 PM »
Ready for Review!

*hugs*

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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #10 on: Feb 17, 16, 07:01:09 PM »
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Offline Idariel

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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #11 on: Jun 15, 17, 06:38:24 PM »
May I please have an Offering roll for Khadijah??

Thank you!







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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #12 on: Jun 15, 17, 07:01:49 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness blessed with a cut Green Descent Jewel.



Congratulations!
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Offline Dash

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Re: Khadijah al-Izar
« Reply #13 on: Jun 15, 17, 07:33:32 PM »
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