Post by Majia DiNiro on May 29, 2010 19:04:05 GMT -5
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Name: Majia DiNiro
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 7”
Ethnicity: ¼ Drujani , ¼ Tsingano, ½ Serenissiman
Age: 20
Country/City: Terre d’Ange, City of Elua
Appearance:
Her skin is dusky, beyond dusky, but shining with an iridescent darkness that is rarely seen in her homeland, or in any of the lands of her heritage. She is hard to place, and could pass for a dark Aragonian, or Serenissiman, or Tsingano, although her features do not lend wholly to any of these. Her appearance is something of an enigma. Her eyes dance with fire, brown eyes a few shades darker than her skin spiked with orange and a yellow so pale it almost appears to be white. When Majia looks at someone, it feels as though she is looking through them, without any effort, and regardless of what the rest of her face is doing, whether her lips smile, or frown. Her lips are full, and a dark pink hue, not as deep as the colour of those of her Drujani blood, and not as light as those of her Serenissiman roots, but something in between. Her hair is black, jet black, like the night, no blue or brown undertones, but a true carbon black, and it shines, regardless of the time of day. Her locks are curly, not wavy, and lush. She never wears it straight, or wears it up, but lets it hang about her shoulders, and down to the middle of her back in the heavy curls they have always been. She is of average height, and built strong, certainly not a wilting flower. Her shoulders are rounded, her frame is blessed with curves, and there is no hardness about the lines of her body, even though she is fit. She possess a strength that most would not guess at, save for the strength that her gaze holds.
Majia appears to be a sweet woman, always helpful, as it is her profession, but when she has interest in something, she will ensure that all is completed to the end of her will. In that way, she is ruthless, and can be heartless, and one never ever sees it coming.
History:[/u]
The intrigue in Majia’s bloodline starts with her grandmother, Topekti. She was of pure Drujani blood, and was one of the infamous Mahrkajir’s harem, though she was hardly seen there. Instead of being in place to please him, or his allies, she was one of the few women who served the mysterious and feared Bone Priests. Very little was known of this sect of fearful, seemingly magical beings, before, during, or after their reign of terror in collusion with the Mahrkajir, but they had been given some women. Some of the women were their experimental subjects, some were there for their heinous pleasures. The Bone Priests hardly ever spoke to the women, and hardly spoke at all, except in prayer, as though they had no need for spoken language. However, Topekti was wise enough and quick witted enough to watch and learn all that happened about her, and keen enough to listen when things were said, incantations, spells, prayers to their Most High, and her memory allowed her to memorise them. She knew what awful ends these spells could bring about, and kept them dear to her bosom, and was even thankful for the knowledge that they had imparted on her, unbeknownst to them.
She had returned to the Mahrkajir’s palace in time for Phedre’s stunt, and used the overthrow to her advantage. She wanted better for herself, and would find a way to obtain it. Being one of the few women to survive, by staying mostly out of the way, and by putting into use some of the incantations that did not require potions, that could assist her, she left unscathed. Her travels were remarkable, and with the use of her wiles, her wit and the magic she had learned, she made her way to La Serenissima. There she charmed a wealthy naval trader into marrying her, even though she was not near as pretty as the other women he had to choose from. Many suspected that something was amiss, but all were too afraid of the little woman to object vocally, and they did not even know why.
Eventually she was with child and bore a daughter, who she named Allegra. Allegra’s father died soon after, leaving the new glowing baby and his vast business empire to Topekti, which she preferred. She, of course, sold his company to the highest bidders, and had more than enough for her and her daughter to live on.
Topketi taught Allegra everything she had learned from the Bone Priests, every incantation, every spell, all the herbs to burn or combine or stew or steep for whatever desired effect she required, warning of course, that they should never be used for evil unless it was truly necessary, with the guise that, if it were necessary, it would not be evil at all. Together they learned to read, and to write. They also learned from those few magicians, or those who called themselves magicians, to expand their knowledge in that realm.
By the time Allegra was 22, Topekti read in a tarot reading that Allegra would be venturing away from home, and so Allegra went on her own, sad to part from her mother, but happy that she had her mother’s blessing, and happy for the adventure as well. Allegra went, with enough money to keep her well, to Terre d’Ange. There she had bought herself a city home and a shop that was quite obviously a magic shop, though most who visited only thought her to be one like the Tsingano, giving out fortunes for coin, and so did not heed her words, of course, until most of them came true. She and her little shop in Night’s Doorstep became renowned for her accurate fortunes, and feared for the other magics she had in her arsenal. Of course, word of her got to the Tsingano, and one of the son’s of Oskar’s Compania was sent to investigate her, to see if she someone learned the dromonde and how to use it, or if she had Tsingano blood in her and was some didikano off-spring. When he found her, he knew she possessed neither. His father’s Compani was a large one, and therefore a powerful one, and their trade was horses. Dreyfus, Oskar’s son, the man who found her, fell smitten with Allegra, much to the confusion and dismay of his father and his father’s Compania, and cleaved to Allegra in marriage. They had a child, a baby girl, and that was Majia.
Majia was a bright girl, even as a child, even in her infancy, being able to focus from birth, and from then on, she only soared higher and higher. When she was just five, she was reading books by the volumes, tomes and increasing her knowledge steadily, which she retained, much how her grandmother had done in the presence of the Bone Priests. However, her father died very unexpectedly, and inexplicably, leaving everyone puzzled as to the cause, including the doctors. His Compania knew, though, with the use of their gifts, that his road would come to an end with his marriage to Allegra and the birth of Majia. Of course, Allegra did not let him die before he taught her what he could, and even what he should not of the magic and the curse of the Tsingani.
Thus, history seemed to repeat itself, and mother and daughter were left by themselves, living off of Allegra’s inheritance and the money that the magic shop brought in. And, like the relationship her mother had with her grandmother, Allegra’s and Majia’s relationship was one of reciprocal learning. Allegra had taught her mother what she had learned, those many years ago, and Majia taught Allegra all she had learned from her books, the languages, the common herbal remedies and medicines she had learned of, and the histories, even though Allegra did not see the importance in that. Of course, her mother passed on the knowledge to her of all she knew. This continued through to Majia’s adulthood.
Majia’s mother was beautiful, if not different, and Majia was only more beautiful as she grew into her womanhood, more exotic, and more intelligent. However, her mother had grown softer, kinder, like the d’Angelines, in the time she had lived in Terre d’Ange, and Majia saw this as a weakness in her, though she would never voice it, and hid her disgust of it well. Majia was never formally schooled, but she did not need to be. She read books like how a parched man in a desert drank water. Soon, in no time, or so it seemed, she was 20 years of age, and working more than her mother did in the shop. She knew many different kinds of magics, potions, concoctions, brews, divinations, incantations and spells, and used them not only to bring about business, but also as a means to bring about whatever ends she deemed fit.