Shasshtekssemet

[Shasshtekssemet]

Shasshtekssemet Physical Description Name: Ssemet Race: Dhani, Viper Age: 140 Birthday: Spring 75th, 374 AV Residence: Zinrah: A Cave in the Residential Wing A human jussst like you... Standing a diminutive 5'0, Ssemet makes up for her lack of size with the speed of her viper-kin. As a human she weighs no more than 115 pounds with tawny complexion and amber eyes. Perhapss Lesss Sso... When she assumes her scales all of her hair is lost to be replaced by a coating of white serpent's hide. Ssemet remains slender even in this form until she flare her hood which add a head-and-a-halves width on both sides of her face. A Sssong for Ssnakess iss Besst Played By One. As a full snake, Ssemet is a an off-white cobra (patterned after the Javan Spitting Cobra), who on a hot sunny day might just blend into the sand when it's most vital she's spotted. Eight feet in length makes her average for a viper but that does not take away from the powerful punch her venom can deliver. Javan Spitting Cobra : Average length: 4.3 ft to 6.1 ft Coloration: Brown, black, or yellowish white. Sometimes with a yellowish chevron shape on the back of the hood. Venom: A potent enzyme but not especially fast acting. Disposition: Highly defensive, spits venom as a defense mechanism. Naturally nocturnal. (Information summarized from wikipedia.org) Character Concept Ssemet is a daughter of Rrasshetshasstek from her first clutch. When Ssemet neared her age of maturity she tried her hand at mothering by assisting Shasshtek with one of her clutches. While in concept she greatly enjoyed children and was always ready to protect them at a moments notice, Ssemet found she hadn't the patience to actually extend her time with them. Her one gift she could pass on to them was her flute playing, in which she would weave a grand adventure of joy and triumph if only the hatchlings could remain quiet. Now she seeks songs to bring back for the children, although her break as the added bonus of a reprieve from them as well. Very protective of her music, insults will be handled harshly and grudges will not be forgotten. Character History Where the Ssongss took Her From Ekytol Ssemet journeyed North by sea on a trader's ship bound for Nyka. There were several small stops but nothing of length up the eastern coast of Mizahar. After a few seasons in Nyka the snake again moved this time towards the east and wound up in Falyndar in the summer of 514. When the White Ssnake Ssaw Red Gnosis Story : Timestamp: 86th of Winter, 509 AV The song of the southern snake was the story which Ssemet told in the universal language of the world, music. The ability to transcend words was vital, for though she could speak with Sseth it was difficult in this most human of forms. Breaking the gentle beckoning trill of notes her flute sang, the Dhani took time to wink at her small gathered audience before pulling the bright purple fabric covering the basket before her. Sseth hissed at the sudden invasion of light but as Ssemet renewed her serpentine song he quieted. In truth her music held no power over the crimson cobra; it was simply part of the act. Instead the woman coaxed a tendril of djed from her core and focused it through her breath, with no verbal command she only strove the hold the serpent’s attention and with him she wove a pattern moving her shoulders and head. It made for awkward breathing for the novice flutist but the snake was the key, no one watched just for a woman and her flute. The snake mimicked her and in turn danced. On her highest floating note both beings stopped their wriggling and as the note drew on the viper froze, at its release he flared his hood. For a tense, breathless moment the silence stifled in her small circled audience. Finally though the crowd issued their satisfied applause, nothing so grand as some the far more skilled performers could garner but it could have been worse. Ssemet tried to keep her eyes off the gem chips that were flipped onto the cloth she had laid out before her. Gently replacing Sseth into his basket and returning it’s cover, the Dhani couldn’t risk the chance that he might view the coins as an attack and spit. The red spitting cobras had exemplary aim and their preferred target was the eyes. Before turning to the count, she offered a bright smile and gracious thanks in both Common and Arumenic. When the crowd had dissipating she finally dared to look, all but one coin was copper rimmed with one silver gleam poking out from the small pile. Scooping up the mizas she tucked them into her orange sash for safe keeping and the pleasant jingle they would whisper when her hips swayed on her way home. Though the coppers would buy her little, the cacophony of copper rimmed mizas was the same as gold. Studiously tucking her equally auric flute away wrapped in cloth; her most treasured possession second only to her companion Sseth. Sand could wreak havoc on instruments and there was no shortage of sand in Eyktol. Picking up her basket, Ssemet headed down the nearest alley that led home to the nest. So distracted was she by the clink of her coins and the prospect of what she might purchase with them, the Dhani failed to hear the footsteps encroaching upon her day. Before her mind could catch up she was spun around and rammed hard against the stone wall. Her arm held painfully behind her back. Her coins had glittered in the afternoon sun and spray all over the dusty alley ground as she was accosted. With her grip so stolen Sseth’s basket had tumbled as well. Her assailant’s hot breath tickled the fine hairs on the back her neck, his demands were in Arumenic and her grasp of the language was poor at best. The world gold, he kept saying gold. The only gold Ssemet owned was her flute but as she tried to desperately translated there was a sound she could comprehend beneath the man’s words; a slither of scales. Sseth was quick in latching on to the clear disruption to his peace and the man howled, releasing Ssemet in the process. Dropping to the ground at the unexpected shift the Dhani sat stunned for a moment. Turning over to see what was happening she watched as the man; gruff and dark of skin compounded with a coating of grime slashed at Sseth with a dagger. The moment see saw her dear cobra’s blood all need for thought ceased. Just as a Dhani would protect hatchlings from their nest, so to would she protect Sseth. Pulling the kris from the folds within her linen robes she struck with all the speed of a viper, ramming the wicked blade into the man’s back. Pulling it out she struck again, and again…until long beyond the man’s screams had ceased and she couldn’t identify his clothing from his flesh for the bloody mess it all looked. Dhani’s are carnivores, so blood and death were of no concern. Turning from the mess she sought out Sseth and found him coiled within the basket again blood leaking from his hood. Whispering to the snake in the hisses that they both could understand she drew him out to examine the damage. Only when she was certain that only his hood had been marked and not his head did she replaced the snake in his basket and carefully covered it again. Returning to the man the first instinct to disavow her of this mess was to eat him. But being caught in the Pillars of Dust in the form of a sluggish Dhani fat from a feast was an unpleasant proposition. Looking down at her lovely linens she noted most of her body was caked in a disgusting mix of dirt, sand and blood which makes for muck of silt-like consistency rapidly drying to her flesh. It was in her final moments of consideration when she had all but decided to flee the scene a contented hum forced her attention, there was another in the alley. In her confusion Ssemet must have missed her though the woman stood out strikingly with brilliant red hair on pale skin, certainly not native to this climate or her skin would be as crimson as her hair. What was a woman rich enough to have such milk skin doing here of all places? And the wealthy and affluent meant Ssemet was truly in trouble now, she’d been witnessed murdering. Then a thought struck the Dhani, what if the woman died as well? No one would know who had done it and she could still get away. Shifting her grip on the blood and muck drenched kris once more she turned to face the woman. Before there was even time to make an aggressive move the woman was closing the distance between them. Momentarily stunned the Dhani woman began to reconsider, what kind of person would actually approach her as she was now? She tried not to blink, not to look away but it seemed the distance closed improbably fast even though the red-headed woman never moved faster than a casual step. Shocked as she was, Ssemet made no attempt to stop Krysus, as her weapon hand was taken into the woman’s palms. In retrospective Ssemet would recall a single line that had been spoken to her; “Gifts are best when shared. So share often, Snake.” Quirking an eyebrow the Dhani tried to pull away, her hand was beginning to burn. As soon as she tried to pull back, she was released but the pain grew ten-fold. Sinking to her knees, the kris released and forgotten as the musician clutched her hand. When the pain subsided after excruciating chimes, Ssemet found herself alone in the alley with a headache to split stone. It wasn’t until bells later when the last of the blood crusted on her body was washed clean that it became clear. Clear as the crimson veins on her hand, she had been marked by Krysus the goddess of murder and pain. Possessions - Orange Robes (Women) - Orange Linen sheaths (Women) - Orange Silk Sash - White Linen Undergarments - Purple Linen Cloak - Simple Leather Sandals 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) -Brush (Bone) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel -Flute (Gold) -Kris -Basket(Empty) Sseth (Heirloom) Sseth is purely serpent who travels and performs with Ssemet. She considers the red spitting cobra as nothing less than a dear friend. Though she knows his life will end long before hers, he is a still a brother under Siku and she would never dream of allowing harm to befall him. Marking him from other Cobras, Sseth has a faint discoloration on his hood from a scar. With each passing molting the scar fades a little more. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Housing +500 GM 600 GM Flute (Metal-Gold) -15 GM 585 GM Kris -5 GM 580 GM Basket -4 SM 579 GM 6 SM Silk Sash (Orange) -4 GM 575 GM 6 SM Spring 512 AV SE (Poor) -45 GM 530 GM 6 SM Summer 512 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Fall 512 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Winter 512 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Spring 513 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Summer 513 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Fall 513 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Winter 513 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Spring 514 AV SE (Inactive) 0 GM 530 GM 6 SM Cave in Zinrah -500 GM 30 GM 6 SM Jungle Expenses -21 GM, 7 SM, 5 CM 8 GM, 8 SM, 5 CM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Skill EXP Proficiency Animal Husbandry 5/100 Novice Busking 5/100 Novice Flute 15/100 Novice Hypnotism 15/100 Novice Kris 5/100 Novice Poisoning 10/100 *10 from Racial Bonus Novice Torture 5/100 Novice Gnosis: Vexation, 1 Mark of Krysus. * Lore: Religion of Siku Lore: Anhatep Culture Fluent Language: Snake Tongue Basic Language: Common Poor Language: Arumenic Thread List : Spring 509 (Flashback) 26th The Fox and the Serpent Spring 512 1st A Test Of Faith- Incomplete 70th| Playing for Fish - Incomplete