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Immediate Bloodline➸ 3/4 Jinn x 1/4 Human

Age➸ Appears around twenty-one years of age, but Jinn's age differently than humans.

Gender➸ Female

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Ａ Ｆｌｉｃｋｅｒｉｎｇ Ｓｈａｄｏｗ

Sahar is beautiful like a smooth stone is beautiful: There is something elegant and serene about her, even with her bumps and blemishes. She isn't perfectly sculpted or thin. Her skin is brown, with golden undertones. Her face is rectangular and her jawline is sharp. She has full lips and cavernous dimples on each cheek when she smiles. There's a slight upturn to her button nose and she has a small, gold septum piercing.

Her thick hair has been described as her best feature, being glossy and black like a captured piece of night sky. It's wavy, but not quite curled, and it's always in distress. At the slightest hint of rain it frizzes up and it has the uncanny ability to tangle itself no matter what Sahar is doing. Despite these frustrations, Sahar likes to keep it long, though she often secures it in a knot on the top of her head to keep it out of her way.

She is a healthy weight, with a curved figure and large hips. Her normal dress consists of a patterned choli top that exposes her midriff and shalwar trousers. Despite her estrangement with her mother, she embraces her Jinn identity and is annoyed those who suggest she should change her style to better fit in with those around her. She also dislikes tight clothing to the extreme and will go to immense lengths to avoid anything even remotely resembling a corset.

Ｔｈｅ Ｄｅｂｔｓ Ｔｈａｔ Ｍｕｓｔ Ｂｅ Ｐａｙｅｄ

Sahar has scars, both small and large, snaking in thin, silver lines on the back of her legs and arms. These scars were not put on her by any living creature, but rather were the price of using her Jinn magic.

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Most would not suspect Sahar to be the kind of person that kills for a living. Such dirty work doesn't seem to match up to her appearance or personality. Indeed, who would suspect such a quiet, mild woman to have the capabilities of dragging her blade across another beings throat?

In truth, Sahar takes no pleasure in her work. It is simply a task, passed down from her father, who received it from his father, who received it from his mother, and so one and so forth. Her family has always been proficient in killing quickly and painlessly.

As a young girl, Sahar was chosen over her brother to become the next Royal Executioner, due to her calm disposition and empathy for living things. She is bitter about this, as she once had dreamed of a life beyond her family's dismal work. But alas, her brother was deemed too cruel and too likely to misuse his position for evil. Eventually, Sahar hardened to the bloody tasks, as all Executioners do. She views her work as the dark, but inevitable part of upholding the law of her kingdom. Still the guilt eats at her and she has trouble reconciling with her actions. While he was alive, her father would comfort her, telling her it was better to feel too much rather than too little. But then he passed and with him, Sahar felt as if she had lost the only person in the world who truly understood her position.

Sahar enjoys people, she enjoys the sound of voices and gentle laughter. Her curse, of course, is that people normally give her a wide berth. Her identity is not a secret. People see her as some sharpened weapon, a necessary evil, and while they recognize her worth, they avoid interacting with her at all costs. This disheartens Sahar greatly. She is often depressed, but she tries her hardest to put on a smile and appear cheerful, despite her loneliness.

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Sahar dances with a fiery determination. The shells of her meek exterior fall away as soon as she's on the dance floor. Every movement to her is an art.

Ａ Ｃｕｒｌ Ｏｆ Ｓｍｏｋｅ

Because of her Jinn blood, Sahar has two separate forms. She can appear as herself, a very human, vulnerable creature, or she can appear as a cloud of dark, swirling smoke. This form lasts for mere minutes and is very depleting of her energy. Transforming into a cloud of smoke outdoors when wind is blowing is extremely dangerous, as Sahar could become scattered and separated, causing her to be unable to return to her true self.

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Ｔｈｅ Ｗｉｓｈｍｏｎｇｅｒ

Jinn have been known through the ages as twisted wish givers, who, according to legend, can be forced to grant three wishes to any person that can hold them captive. While a well worded wish may very well have been a dream come true, many Jinn lived up to their reputations, twisting and contorting the word's of their captor into a horrific nightmare. The age of capturing Jinn as slaves has since come to an end, but their wish granting abilities live on.

Sahar comes from the ancient line of these wish givers. Though her Jinn blood is diluted, she too has been blessed (or cursed) with the ability to grant wishes. It is not quite as glamorous or all powerful as it sounds. All wishes come with a price, a price the wish giver and the receptor both pay in full. The greater the wish, the greater the price.

Something cannot come from nothing, and for someone to gain something, they must lose something of equal value.

There are tales of folly that ever Jinn learns as child - gory, ruthless tales that warn of the consequences of granting wishes. Sahar herself has learned the awful repercussions first hand, when her own mother granted a wish so disastrous it caused the deaths of over twenty innocent people, including Sahar's father and only sibling. Since then, Sahar has halted using her magic in all except the most desperate of situations.

Sahar cannot grant wishes for herself. Ever.

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Sahar is the Royal Executioner, a grim job that has been designated to her family for years. By order of the current ruler, she kills criminals and traitors. If need be, she will hunt down those who pose a danger to the citizens of Toutes Sortes.

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From the time she could walk, Sahar was taught two things. From her father, how to kill. From her mother, how to dance.

Sahar is an excellent fighter, though she may not appear to be at first glance. She is not trained for wars or senseless onslaughts, but rather assassinations and mercy killings. She uses pressure points and a hooded katar dagger to wreak havoc on her opponents.

She is also a very skilled belly dancer, trained in the tradition folk style of her ancestors. She enjoys it as a hobby can often be seen pestering musicians in the palace to play for her so she can practice. The dance consists of continuous, fluid arm, leg and torso movements.

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Sahar is burdened with guilt, coming in waves the crash over her head and push her beneath the surface endlessly. She has taken countless lives in the name of Justice, but at times, she feels like a murderer.

Sahar's guilt can be incapacitating at times. She will lock herself in her room and refuse to eat or sleep. The late Queen Amelia, whose Sahar worked for, alone would be able to lure her out. Now that Amelia is gone, Sahar once again feels the loss of a mother figure in her life.

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There is one person in the world that Sahar despises more than anyone else: Her mother. There was a time when Sahar was awed by the woman's abilities as a full-blooded Jinn. Nothing seemed impossible for her.

But then, tragedy struck. Her mother believed herself to be more powerful than she really was. She tried to a grant a wish that no Jinni should ever even think about. And she payed for it. A small village was struck down. People say their screams could be heard for miles. Sahar's father and brother both also lost their lives. Sahar had the fortune of being away at the time of the incident, but she returned to her home to find it completely gone. Her mother had vanished, and whether she is dead or not, Sahar does not care. Mere mention of her mother can set Sahar into a mood. It's a topic best avoided if you want to say on her good side.

Ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅ Ｏｆ Ｌａｍｐｓ Ａｎｄ Ｃｈａｉｎｓ

Enslaving a Jinn may be forbidden in Toutes Sortes, but it can still happen. Powerful sorcerer's with the rare ability to Jinn Charm can bind a Jinn's will to themselves. When this happens, the Jinn can only be released if their captor is killed or if all three of their captor's wishes are fulfilled. While Sahar is not completely Jinn, and thus is less susceptible to Jinn Charming, a powerful spell could still take away her freedom. When a Jinn is enslaved, they have no choice as to what wishes they give or what wishes they don't. They are compelled to obey, no matter what. If their captor forces them to grant something too large or powerful, the Jinn will die a painful, excruciating death and chances are, so will many others.Jinn, however, still have the ability to twist wishes whether they are enslaved or no. Children are instructed on how to change and contort the meaning of words and adults will sometimes practice in in non-harmful ways on each other.

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All magic comes with a price and all wishes must be paid for in full.

For small wishes, such as changing an emotion or granting little comforts, the price is a small bolt of pain: Thin cuts will appear on a Jinn's body as soon as these wishes are fulfilled. As wishes grow bigger, however. so do these wounds. A large wish can cause the Jinn to perish in a mess of blood and screams. A wish of immense proportions, like bringing someone back from the dead, can spread the pain to the person who wished it and other innocents, in addition to killing the Jinn.

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Role➸ Royal Executioner

(I'm using parts of this profile for many different characters because I'm lazy.)

Phaedra has the looks of one war hardened and war weary, the glimmers of her youth gone from her loam-brown eyes, supplanted with the wide, hollow vacancy of one who has witnessed death over and over again in an unceasing circle.

Her hair is a lighter shade of brown, a silver blue brown, almost iridescent, as if staring at the bottom silt of a pond through the water. Its tangled mess was once plaited into soldier's braids, but is now let loose and cut choppily at her shoulders. The feathery softness of it is gone, has been gone, for a long while. Her lips are sliced down the middle by a very deliberate scar, which stops halfway down her chin and intersects with another, oxbow shaped mark on the end of her chin that curves upwards with the shape of her face. Her body has suffered from imprisonment - she's as thin as a stem, and the golden brown hues of her skin have lost the warm vibrancy it once had.

Her long neck has a ring of blotchy marks around it that dip, down to touch the ridges of her collarbone - scars formed by bruises that never quite healed, as if the fingerprints of the enemy that tried to choke the life out of her are permanently seared onto her skin. There is an inward curl to her shoulders, and she shows no signs of the rigid posture she was forced to carry day in and day out during her five years as a soldier. Ribs poke out from underneath her skin, giving her a sharp, undernourished appearance. Her hands, once smooth and painted with designs, are now calloused and hard from wielding a sword she never wanted. Her arms fare no better, littered with silver and pink lines from when the thorn-sharp side of a blade would slice through her skin.