Crash into these rocks of mine
Fall into these arms of mine
Then I know you will be mine
Character Concept
To any that knew Amirah before she left the sands of her home to study aboard, there is a strange exotic blossom in the place where a bud had once struggled to open. Where once anguish and fire threatened to consume, there is a steady core of water, as fluid as strong, and just as changing. There is confidence where there had only being yearning and imitation before. There is peace in her practices and within herself, of her self image and worth, long and hard fought for.
This confidant, at peace persona is indeed different than the child many once knew, yet all that fire is not gone, nor did all those yearnings diminish. A very passionate creature from her herbs, to her practice of medicine, of beauty, lust, all emotions in fact. For the most part she appears to have shed subterfuge to freely express and display what she feels when she feels, for the most part is a key of her own healing and well being as far as she is concerned. Yet also a very cultivated facade, non-threatening, guile-less in appearance hides a long memory, and vengeful woman.
Sings so sweet
Her siren song
But (her) innocence
Does not last long
Like a deer
Caught in a light
You cannot
Put up a fight
Character History
Amirah means “commander” or “Inkara”. Perhaps it was a sign of support to lofty ambitions of her father who once vied for the seat of Pressor. Or mayhap it was the romantic notion that surely any daughter her mother borne would follow in the steps she was planning to take on her path skyward. For surely there was a time where Samir and Karima were young, happily in love, and just as surely one or both held hopes not only of being together, but the wellness of their child, the one whom they once shared hopes for, to be their princess, their stalwart solider.
The dream Samir held with the throne like many others was swept from grasp with the arrival of Bashati, with the prize gone left little else for the charismatic wine maker, but to play politics, and squabble with his family, something, the merrymaker seemed more than pleased to do. Karima focused on her career fiercer to not allow her status as Samir’s wife to take away her merit as a soldier, while for the most part paying little attentions to the fights and comments of her in-laws. Known well for her sharp tongue, and swift blade, alienation was a joy for the woman. For four years she worked hard to reclaim and earn the respect of her peers. Those years were not immensely memorable but for a slave that served as her governess, it was later, that Amirah was able to understand the cruelties done, or understand the comments made and turned inward.
No one would dare to speak ill of Karima’s child with the mother within earshot, the very real threat of her blades let alone her tongue was more than enough to give even the most pure, pause. And even the once affable Samir, now weighed and haggard, held blades of steel in his words in concern to his wife and child, yet often both were away and servant and child were upon the mercies of those around, or limited to their own household. Despite the flurry of actions, the fleeting spells of happiness and joy, created a cheerful child, who was soon joined by siblings to share her happiness with.
The continued growth and happiness of the ill viewed family seemed to only intensify the cruelties that Amirah suffered, yet now there were other pawns in the game. Years passed, silence was damning as the children grew, and the falseness of her smiles were like brittle bricks, and the once happy child, became a quiet reclusive young girl. One place of solace for the young one was a temple often empty and unused among the others. For years the child had ran and hiding in the cold splendor, and eventually she began to speak. To a statue of stone no less, as tears would fall freely, and make her breath uneven. Of the mundane things. Of things that made her happy and smile, not of the things that made her insides bleed, or broke down the walls and structures of a woman, yet to be made.
Eventually even with the knowledge of her hiding place to be sacred place, or the stone statue she called her friend to be the image of the great goddess of healing, Amirah continued to return. IT was quiet, and it was a safe place, as if home with her parents near and the wounds of the world had a moment to heal. When a voice of a priest began to speak back to the child who had become familiar presences, there was no fear at the stranger’s voice, the conversation simply now had two participants.
It was a healing the company had, priest or stone, it was someone, and the child could speak to with no fear of appraisal. Although she never spoke of the cause of her pain, the source of her tears, still the silence was neither cold nor cruel. But waiting for the child to fill it.
Pain and blood brought the child to the temple steps. It would not be the first time that Amirah had ran to the temple, breathing hard and hurting, but this time she ran towards the temple and the stone statue within with blood upon her hands. It was not her own. Bloody hands pulled the stumbling form of her brother with her; the younger boy gripped his face fiercely as blood flowed past his fingers. Words spoken, enough pain and suffering, and the threat to tear down the walls of silence and speak out of the truths had caused rages to fly.
Although it had been Amirah’s tongue that spoke the words it was Tariq who bled, his eye terribly bleeding, flesh cut and stabbed. The young pair hurried towards the temple away from the calls of their names. The priest heard the familiar voice, but this time she called aloud, for help, for healing. What happened that night changed many lives. The quiet child, grew to one of a silent anger, but she flourished in silence. Her penchant for being reclusive, focused upon her building skills, practicing the skills she learned upon the concubines, the jackals and foxes, even those of common blood, all the while shunning those of her ‘blessed’ relations that many missed the beauty the girl had became, either by her lack of appearance, or her more common dress. She did not adorn herself more than needed, kohl upon her eyes to lesson the glare of the sun. Her hair unpainted allowed to grow as it willed tie back simply in servant fashion. Or that perhaps of a goat herder.
The laughter in her passing did nothing but spur the woman forward, until the night came of mischief the suggesting of the esteemed Inkara. Celebrations were of no shortage, common truly, and just as common were for the family of Samir to shun such festivities. His youngest might make appearance young and charismatic, or even his wife might make the rare appearance if only to spar within his siblings, but almost as a rule Amirah and Tariq were always absent from such gatherings.
Yet a one night, with the gala in full swing a pair arrived Samir’s son was easily recognized the resemblance to his father striking, yet the quiet sullen child, was on the cusp of adult hood and stood strong and proud, regarding all beneath his gaze as less, a gaze he seemed to have perfected. His tone serious as ever, but there was wisdom to his words that could not be denied. Yet the woman he entered with was an enrapturing, elusive creature, moved like the wind with a teasing smile and heat to smoldering eyes. Her laughter when erupted was joyous and gave pause, unjaded and free. She dodged questions, parrying with her own, leaving many to wonder, she looked familiar, yet it could not possibly be. Yet none could deny the creature dressed in gems and with eyes that sparkled with laughter and silver dust was Samir’s bane, the butt of their jokes as she turned and touched an arm upon Karima.
The striking beauty Samir proclaimed his soldier wife to hold, and glimmers of it seen through out the years was realized for all to see in his base child. The lowly born woman who had received only their scorn, had charmed and puzzled a room for nearly a night.
Amirah left shortly after that in an unprecedented move, leaving the house of her father, and the lands of her home to travel abroad to see the lands beyond their own, expand her skills, and plot.
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by Amirah on September 26th, 2009, 4:31 am 
