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Author Topic: Zhaleh al-Sabbah  (Read 944 times)

Description: Priestess. Summer Sky to Green. Played by Lene.

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Zhaleh al-Sabbah
« on: Jan 17, 19, 03:32:02 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Zhaleh al-Sabbah
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Age and Birth Year:  50 (AP 144)
Race: short lived, pure Pruulian
Caste:  Trained Priestess
Birth Territory: Pruul
Home Territory: Pruul

Birthright Jewel: cut Summer Sky  (rolled on Matin’s )
Offering Jewel: cut Green (rolled on Matin’s )


Role: High Priestess of Clan Sabbah
Faction: True Sabbah

Appearance

Play By: Shohreh Aghdashloo
Distinguishing Features: A woman small in stature, politely referred to as petite with narrow, harsh sharp features.

Personality

Personality:

Zhaleh is obsessed with image, both personal and professional.  She has a hyper, and somewhat exaggerated perception of what she thinks others say or think about her.  When things do not go the way she planned or envisioned for her future, she assumes that failure hangs over her like a rotten burnoose, with holes and weaknesses to be exploited by her enemies.

Of course, all of this is kept .closely guarded.  Zhaleh would never be so foolish as to reveal her insecurities to anyone.  It would be better to be viewed as rigid and severe than fearful and vulnerable.  To that end, she expects the same level of driven determination from her children.   In her eldest and only son, she raised him to personify the perfection that she believed was expected of a promising Warlord Prince. Adileh was impressed upon the long bloodline of Priestesses that went before her and would continue after her.   

Zhaleh does not know the meaning of the word stop, does not see boundaries or limitations only excuses and faltering.  Desire and drive achieve all things, and she will not accept anything less than absolute dedication from those who pledge themselves into her service.  Some might mistake Zhaleh as a woman who wanted the role of a Queen, but she finds that Queens are far too accountable to so many.   As a Priestess, she speaks with the voice of the Darkness and is the representative of Mother Night to her Clan.  Once Zhaleh had aspirations to take the Rite of Aubdina but chose against it.   A woman who doesn’t like failure, the risk of the ultimate failure for such high a price seemed at odds with all she intended to accomplish.   Besides, the Aubdina were precious, but they were property in a way - owned by those who kept them.  A gilded cage was still a cage.

Zhaleh sees being a Priestess not only her legacy but her duty.  Despite not being born to the Caste she knows what is required of her to bring the truth and peace of the Darkness to not only the Sabbah but all of Pruul given the chance.  She feels a connection to the Darkness and has used her training to seek out a reason for why she wasn’t chosen to be a Priestess at birth.  In some ways, she feels closer to the Darkness because she has had to earn her place through hard work and true faith, rather than being gifted.  This line of thinking has given her the sense of self-importance that overrides her innate feeling of inadequacies.  It is a twisted convoluted wheel that she has made for herself.   Still, the peace she finds in being a Priestess helps her find her footing in all this emotional turmoil and its only when she is at an altar or Communing with the Darkness does she find her center and feel she is finally at one with herself.

While she has a strong sense of morality, honor is only done to those who earn it, and she is willing to do whatever it takes to rid her clan of the foreign scum that is polluting it.   Sabbah is the bedrock of Pruul, the water of her Clan has long flown through the sands of the Territory. There was a purity to it, and to see so many who are not born of the dust and wind, who are not indeed Sabbah is weakening her precious people.   Adramelech, though he had been once a wise and powerful Voice, succumbed to the failures of his bloodlines and went mad.  What further proof could you need?


Likes:
  • Ritual and Tradition - In a territory like Pruul, where the sands shift and the desert claims and reveal on a daily basis, holding to the time-honored traditions of the past is the only way to retain the purity of Pruul.  She had thought that Fin al-Sabbah, though born outside their lands, had understood and honored these same ideas; until the Darkness proved him unworthy by bonding him to a foreign and strange Queen who sought to erase all that was Sabbah. Self-proclaiming himself the Voice of the Sabbah was audacious enough in her eyes, but this was a move most inexcusable.

  • Ornate Jewelry- Zhaleh has always enjoyed the shine and shimmer of well-crafted ornaments, choosing to decorate herself in these things not only to convey wealth but the absolute natural state in which she was to be admired and observed.
     
  • Power- Zhaleh never had aspirations to be the High Priestess of the Clan; nothing so showy as a title anyway.  True power needs no labels or names, it merely is, and many were governed from those who pulled strings behind the shadows throughout Pruulian history.  Still, she has reached a rank of significant influence and prestige, as evident by her calling together of the True Children of the Sabbah.  They were the Clansmen who sought to see the cancer of foreign influence cut from their ranks and return them to their former glory and erase the stain of Adramelech (who so obviously was tainted himself by the Mineborn Queen).

    Dislikes:
  • Fin al-Sabbah and his unworthy Queen -  Zhaleh had the utmost respect for Fin al-Sabbah prior to this, after all, he had served as the Clan’s most fervent protector until he decided to bring a weak, pale, foreign-born Queen without a drop of Pruul in her blood and claim that she was the Queen that the Clan needed.  Instead of her coming forth and proving herself within the Clan structure for a while and then having the elders and high ranking members of the Sabbah decide that she should rule them, he took advantage of a lapse in power (and some would argue orchestrated for his benefit the death of Adramelech) to make his move for power. 

  • Shira - She loves her sister, family comes before all.  Unfortunately, Zhaleh believes that Shira is consumed by her webs and visions and has lost that edge of sanity.  She is a wild card, a force to be reckoned with and like all powerful weapons, someone that must be carefully directed in her focus through gentle manipulations lest she becomes the weapon to use on you.

  • Caravanning across the desert - a secret she has kept close to her breast from everyone, Zhaleh loathes the nomadic treks of her clan.  The movement is uncomfortable; the shifting sands always leave her feeling unsettled and without solid ground beneath her feet. She would never admit this out loud, the Sabbah relish their ventures into the desert, and she would lose all support if her secret became known.  The only blessing of being so far from any of the cities is the pure blackness of the night which calls to her Priestess self.

    Fears:
  • The demise of her Clan- the desert changes and shifts and so change is inevitable, but too much shifting and things snap.  She fears her clan breaking under the weight of this change, falling victim in its weakness to the other Clans who have long coveted their power.

  • Foreign corruption - Sadly, Pruul must brush against the borders of other territories, and its economy and livelihood require constant dealings with these other peoples for food and other supplies.  Those are glancing touches and necessary; what has become a spreading plague on their land was that some of these foreigners chose to stay and continue to infect Pruul with their strange and untraditional ways.

  • The loss of her children - In her mind, this doesn’t necessarily mean the death of her children, but the loss.  When she realized Matin had bonded to the blond foreign imposter of a Queen, she knew that those ties could undo the man she had been raising to be the next great leader of his people.

    Craft Strengths:
  • Ceremonial and Ritual Craft - One of the greatest draws for Zhaleh to the Priestess craft was the clean, precise dance of ritual and ceremony.  The memorization, the elegance of the traditional phrasing and motions melded seamlessly into her style of craft that it was a point of excelling in her studies.   While lacking in the ability to produce Craft that was improvised or original,  her instructors allowed her to learn the more obscure and lesser used rites and rituals.

  • Deception Craft- Zhaleh is a master of manipulation, and as such, it is imperative that she be unreadable to those who might seek to see through her deceptions and silver-tongued words.  She can craft shields around herself that are only susceptible to Jewels that are darker than her own, which are usually rare in the finding.  Unfortunately, one of those rarities is her sister, a powerful and dangerous Black Widow who wears the Red.   Shira is possibly the only person she is truly honest with if only to dissuade Shira from deciding to employ this advantage over her.

    Craft Weaknesses:
  • Connecting with the Darkness - Zhaleh is a greedy woman, craving power like most in Pruul crave water.  Her very essence refuses to part with whatever she can get her hands on, and lacks the natural empathy of a Priestess to share the gifts of the Darkness with anyone.

  • Psychic Cleansing - Lacking the skill to remove her psychic scent from objects or places she has been, she has become adept instead to use others to handle her less desirable objectives, so that no direct blame can ever be placed on her.  If questioned, she can always claim that she cannot be responsible for the poor decisions of others.


    Life Story

    Family:

    Mother: Shohreh al-Sabbah, White to Yellow Priestess (deceased)
    Father: Arezou al-Sabbah, Yellow to Rose Prince (deceased)
    Husband: Isfandyar al-Sabbah, Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Prince (AP 145)

    Children:

    Matin al-Sabbah , Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk Warlord Prince, ( 164 AP)
    Adileh al-Sabbah , Purple Dusk to Sapphire Priestess ( 172 AP)

    GrandChild: Salma al-Sabbah, quarter-Landen  Rose Birthright Queen ( b. 187 AP)

    Siblings:
    Mahine al-Sabbah,  Summer Sky-Opal Warlord (deceased, Sandworm rider)
    Niusha al-Sabbah,  Opal -Red Priestess (deceased, during Aubdina trials)
    Shira al-Sabbah, Green - Red Black Widow (AP 148)   
    Nieces from Shira
    Esther al-Sabbah, Purple Dusk - Green Black Widow (deceased)
    Hava al-Sabbah, Purple Dusk - Sapphire Black Widow (trained) (age 22, b. 171 AP)
    Nahal al-Sabbah, Summer Sky - Green Black Widow (trained) (deceased)


    History:


    To be a member of the Priestess Caste in Pruul is a special badge of honor.   Zhaleh al-Sabbah was born of a long line of these women, each with their strong place and influence.  Every generation of her family lineage has born the privileges of this Caste, and when Zhaleh was born, there was every indication that she too would follow in this proud tradition.  When Zhaleh began to show the signs that she was born without Caste and would not follow in the tradition of the leading women of her family, it was a hard blow to the young girl.   There had never been anything said to her about this, but young Zhaleh felt she had failed in some cosmic test.

    Instead, she chose to train as a Priestess, to bear that Caste even if she had not been born to it and regain some of the prestige and pride of her family legacy.  Her parents had never once indicated any sort of disappointment in her lack of Caste and encouraged her to pursue her aspirations, free of that sort of responsibility, but in Zhaleh’s mind, as the oldest child, it was her responsibility to fulfill that role.    It became a leading aspect of her life, the idea that if she lacked in any way, it would bear upon the image of her family.   It was a burden that she continued through her children.

    This burden was compounded by the birth of her younger sister Niusha who outshone her in all things and led to deep-seated jealousy within the older girl.  Niusha, who was born a Priestess.  Niusha who came from her Birthright with the darker Jewel.  Niusha, who excelled in all her lessons and tasks while Zhaleh toiled and struggled and worked twice as hard and could never achieve the same things with the same ease.   It was a burning resentment that drove the older Priestess to reach higher and higher. 

    Even their sister Shira, who showed signs of being born to the Hourglass, only reaffirmed Zhaleh’s burning need to prove herself better and hide anything that resembled weakness or failure.   She fiercely pursued the hand of a mighty warrior to make a stable marriage with Isfandyar al-Sabbah, a man of upstanding reputation and influence.  It was very clear from the beginning that while their marriage was one of respect and mutual benefits, it was not a love match.   At least not in the traditional sense.  Zhaleh was in love with the idea of her husband, of the idea of creating the perfect family to hide the flaw of her Casteless birth.  She never spoke of the fact with anyone, allowing the assumption that she had indeed been born to her role.

    When Niusha reached her Offering and revealed her decision to undergo the Trials of the Aubdina, Zhaleh’s jealousy exploded.   Pregnant with her first child, she was left powerless to make any severe moves to overshadow her younger sister’s decision.   Niusha underwent the Rites of the Aubdina, and on the evening of the second day, she succumbed to the poison of the Sandworm and returned to the Darkness.

    Zhaleh mourned the loss of her younger sister but took this event to prove to herself that she had been the better Priestess, the one genuinely gifted by Mother Night and meant to act as her voice among the Clan.  After all, wasn’t it known that only the truly blessed by the Darkness would survive the pains of the Aub?   Niusha, for all her apparent gifts, was just not strong enough to sustain that honor.   Of course, as the last Priestess of her family, it was not possible for Zhaleh to undergo the same Trials.  She had a responsibility and duty to the continuation of the bloodline.

    Her first child was a boy and a small disappointment to Zhaleh who had been hoping for a daughter to carry on the legacy she had worked so hard to continue.  Still, he was strong and healthy and a Warlord Prince which was a Caste worth its own merits within the Clan.   Zhaleh began the education of her son from his youngest years, ensuring that he was raised with the dedication to the Sabbah and raised with the rigid and strict structure that would guarantee he would be a shining example of her abilities as a mother.

    Shira had born two daughters who did not carry the Caste of the Priestess and so when Zhaleh pushed at her husband to put aside his contraceptive brews again to get herself pregnant.  Matin had completed his birthright and had walked away with a Tiger Eye Jewel, a pittance of a Jewel in comparison to all the hard work she had put into his lessons.   They should have ensured him a Jewel that would promise him a strong Jewel of rank in his adulthood and the need to have another child, a female child who would be the next Priestess of their family was weighing on her.   She could almost hear the chittering condemnation of all the others, judging her for failing in this most basic of tasks.   It hadn’t been her choice, Isfandyar had been delighted in their son, but even he had proved a poor choice in a husband.   The great warrior she had thought she had married proved to be a coward behind the bedroom doors, showing no interest in the work she was attempting.   He hadn’t seen a reason to grow a large family, content in his son.   Zhaleh had threatened divorce and to take Matin away from him before he agreed to try again for another child.   The act of creating Adileh had been passionless and uninspiring, but it had accomplished her goal.   Zhaleh knew in her soul that she carried the Priestess daughter she had longed for.   Isfandyar had served his purpose, and she little cared if he dallied in every Red Moon House in the whole of the Territory.   If she chose to bear another child, then perhaps a divorce from Isfandyar would be the most advantageous.  After all, she was the High Priestess of the Clan, a favorite acolyte of Adramelech and still a beautiful woman in her own right.  Many men probably fantasized about having the privilege of her bed.   Matin had the promise of being a loyal son, but he was only a male, and it was the women who were the real power of the Clan.   If she found a lover of the proper caliber, she might even bear the next Clan Queen.  No one would dare look at her as weak then.

    Adileh did not lack anything in her mother’s eyes.  She was Priestess born, as strong and healthy as her older brother and certainly would excel and be granted a darker Jewel.   She would be the brightest star in the night desert sky and the reaffirmation to everything Zhaleh had worked her whole life to achieve.   Where Matin had been nothing but obedient and utterly within his mother’s control, Adileh began to show at a very young age a stubborn refusal to adhere to the role she was born towards.   She acted out, refused to behave per her mother’s wishes and then there was her tendency to wear clothing that was more becoming of a warrior than a Priestess.  Thankfully, with discipline, she fell out of that childish phase and fell into line and her responsibilities.

    Life was finally set, and she was at the apex of her glory when the ground quite literally shifted beneath her feet.   Matin was grown, blessed with his Offering and had taken a lover.   She hadn’t been pleased, the woman had been a suitable entertainment to sate his Warlord Prince sexual needs, but certainly not ideal for a match.  Especially since she was only a half-blood, who had failed at her Birthright and would probably fail at her Offering, she had been set to order her son to abandon his plaything and take steps to secure someone more suitable to his position when the bitch announced her pregnancy.   Zhaleh had been furious at Matin’s irresponsibility but decided to humor him.  Perhaps the youngster wasn’t his, after all, she doubted that a woman of such poor bloodline would produce a child worthwhile.

    And then the Mother erupted.   Furious at the discovery of a Black Jeweled slave, Queen or not, within the mines, she enacted a response of vengeance against all the Geiba.   Matin’s plaything was arrested and taken away, and all the Geiba were executed on the Mother’s orders.  Only children who had not yet achieved their Birthrights were spared, and Matin spirited his infant daughter away from all sight, fiercely protective of his daughter and for once, showed the feral spirit of his Caste towards anyone who dared approach her, even Zhaleh.   She would win him back around, once the stench of the Geiba had faded from the air.

    It had started with a foreigner.  If that bitch Queen hadn’t gotten herself enslaved, then all of Zhaleh’s plans would have continued as they should have. Not only was Matin now vanished, but there was the talk of children….CHILDREN…who were born to the mines and were prophesied to bring significant change to Pruul.   Pale, pathetic, half grown mewling weaklings, she had seen when they were lead up into the bright sunlight, cringing in fear and pain as they had been taken to Little Citadel.   Adramelech had ordered them sequestered at the Little Citadel, trained and raised as a tool that he would use to his advantage.   Zhaleh saw them as nothing but danger and trouble.   

    They were Clanless, despite the creation of the “al-Izar” tribal name that was given them by the Mother who then vanished into the desert.  They were weak and young and worst of all; they were impure.  Each one of them bore the marks of inferior races, different races and the prophecy that the would bring significant change to Pruul gave her a sense of horrible foreboding.   This change would only bring about the disaster but Adramalech seemed fascinated with their little Queen, and to speak ill of any of them would only incur his ire. 

    Even Shira seemed to agree with her sentiments, viewing these creatures as a threat to their beloved land but like herself, she would not stand against the Old Spider, not with Pruul left Motherless.  For four years they watched as the Mineborn grew, and their mystique grew with them.  Zhaleh watched as Adramelech’s fascination spiraled into a maddening obsession as he sent all the Mineborn into separate directions away from each other in an attempt to weaken the strange bond between them.   Still, they flourished, grew and learned. 

    The season of the Spring Festival should have been a time of renewal, but it brought bloodshed as the children of the Mines brought about the end of the glory of the Sabbah, murdering Adramelech in cold blood and inciting rebellion from the other clans.   Other of impurities, non- Pruulians rose up in power.  An Eyrien Warlord who had worked for centuries towards the protection of the Clan took advantage of the death of their leader to place himself as the Voice and then set his foreign puppet Queen in the place that should have belonged to a true Sabbah Queen.  Zhaleh had worked to undermine her at the Trials, arranging for her to be poisoned and weakened and still the bitch prevailed and then Matin, her faithful and loyal son, having only recently returned to Onn with his daughter, was caught in the snare and BONDED to her!   She had tried to turn such a horrible revelation into a moment of opportunity, using her Green craft to hold him back to the point of madness and then release him upon her, hoping that he would injure her in his need to get to her and he failed her!   

    Adileh, she had sent to befriend the Queen, to find a place as her Court Priestess and work to report back information that would be at the benefit of the True Sabbah, a group that had formed around herself and Shira.   This group of loyal and true Clan understood that the filth and pollution of the Mineborn were creeping like an intrusive vine into their Clan, spread by the False Queen and her growing collection of foreign influences.   The Hayllian whore, who had been brought in for the Mineborn she had learned and decided to remain, twisting herself into the bedroom of the Voice and if some rumors held, the Queen herself.  Matin himself confirmed that this Judiah was an influence on the False Queen, probably playing up Hayllian benefits over those that should belong to the Sabbah. 

    Zhaleh was determined to burn out the scourge from her land and her people, instill herself as a beacon of hope and purity for the Sabbah to rally towards and restore their Clan to their greatness.  She might not have been the Mother, but she would be the moral and spiritual guide for all those who genuinely wished to make the Sabbah great again.


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    Everything was spiraling out of control, the fires of impurity were growing higher and higher. If must be, they would fight fire with fire.   First, burn out the unworthy, destroy all trace of their filth upon their fair city.   Then those who brought the Worms, the most impure, the wretched spawn of slaves and criminals, allowed to live because of the delusions of the Geiba Widows.  It was good that Saiph al-Kaid had them destroyed, their visions were twisted and polluted by some unknown foreign source.

    She couldn’t touch Elenor, not yet.  Not while she was so well guarded. Still, she could lash out against those she loved, those most precious to her and there was one who was unguarded by any of her Court, someone who in this very moment was seeping his corruption onto a promising young Warlord Prince who had close ties to her granddaughter and future Queen of the Sabbah.   She wasn’t able to pry Salma away from Matin, for her good of course, but there were other ways to pull the strings she needed.

    “Samir,” she said, motioning her finger to the Warlord Prince in attendance.  Virile and handsome, with strong, pure bloodlines, his only flaw was the unfortunate circumstance of his ruined sister who had whored herself to the Mineborn Prince.   This connection had caused the Prince to go above and beyond to prove himself to all his True Sabbah brethren.   

    “Samir, I have a task for you and your friends,” she said warmly, giving him her hand which he brought to his lips in reverence.

    “Anything my Priestess,” he said softly, worship in his gaze.

    “Take your best warriors, and tonight I want you to rescue Barin al-Sabbah and his Landen foster brother Yari from the clutches of that filthy blond beast, the brother of the False Queen.”

    Samir’s eyes blazed with wild excitement, “As you command Lady, what of their mother, the Lady Nayarreh?”    Zhaleh seemed to think a moment and then shook her head.

    “She chose to abandon her honorable wife, the fierce warrior wounded by that half-blooded Adavera, and take up with the foreign Warlord.  The Darkness will decide whether she lives or dies.  If she dies, then she will perhaps die with more honor than her life was bringing her.   Go tonight and make sure that neither boy is harmed, especially Yari.”    Samir looked at her curiously.

    “The Landen boy?  What value does he have?”  She gave him a patient smile, reaching up to pet his cheek.  “My dear boy, I know you can’t understand this, as your only blood sibling has fallen so far and unworthy of your protectiveness.   Do not underestimate the valuable tool that the Landen boy can be in keeping the Purple Dusk Prince behaved.”   Samir seemed to think on this a moment before a sly grin slipped across his lips.  He bowed.

    “It will be done this night,” he said, stepping back and hurrying off.

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Re: Zhaleh al-Sabbah
« Reply #1 on: Jan 17, 19, 10:17:31 PM »
She's ready for review!   Just need DG"s stamp of approval and a cut/uncut for her jewels.







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Re: Zhaleh al-Sabbah
« Reply #2 on: Jan 17, 19, 10:22:23 PM »
Looks good to me!!
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Re: Zhaleh al-Sabbah
« Reply #5 on: Jan 19, 19, 05:29:24 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Summer Sky Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Green Jewel at your Offering.

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« Reply #6 on: Jan 19, 19, 05:30:09 PM »
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Re: Zhaleh al-Sabbah
« Reply #10 on: Jan 27, 19, 08:44:40 PM »
Okay Mr. Deville, I'm ready for my third closeup!







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