Ever Changing Sami - Revision history

Samiyah at 00:27, 2 April 2017

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	==Winter, 2016==		===Winter, 2016===

	The bard before you has a impish grin, her brown eyes sparkling. There is an		The bard before you has a impish grin, her brown eyes sparkling. There is an
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	Seeing your gaze, she bows slightly and smiles warmly.		Seeing your gaze, she bows slightly and smiles warmly.

	==6/28/2015==		===6/28/2015===
	([[Ghazkull]]'s Triat Mastery Quest)		([[Ghazkull]]'s Triat Mastery Quest)
	Sami stands here, as still as a statue, save for the way her heart pounds in		Sami stands here, as still as a statue, save for the way her heart pounds in

Samiyah at 00:26, 2 April 2017

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	Seeing your gaze, she bows slightly and smiles warmly.		Seeing your gaze, she bows slightly and smiles warmly.

			==6/28/2015==
			([[Ghazkull]]'s Triat Mastery Quest)
			Sami stands here, as still as a statue, save for the way her heart pounds in
			her chest and her left thumb turns the braided silver band upon her finger.
			Even her dark eyes are firmly fixed on her Bonded, avoiding meeting those of
			any others present. She puts on as brave a face as she can, having heard too
			many tales of what may be asked for the Weaver's Sacrifice, to be at ease. A
			single deep forest green leaf has been woven into one of her braids.

	===Dressing up for the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/2014===		===Dressing up for the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/2014===

Samiyah at 16:47, 1 April 2017

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			==Winter, 2016==

			The bard before you has a impish grin, her brown eyes sparkling. There is an
			aura of confidence about her that is new - the security of one who loves and
			and is loved in return, who has the friendship and support of heroes and the
			occasional villain alike. Her head is held high and she hums softly. Melody
			wreathes her in a joy she shares with others, her song reborn. The dark hues
			of her heritage have been set aside, replaced with earthy garden tones: deep
			green of plant leaves, dusty rose and cream as if a desert sunrise had burst
			into bloom. Only her jewelry and the traditional tribal patterns etched upon
			her caramel skin, hold to her homeland: arabesques framing scars on her left
			hand - a pair of fang scars and a slash across her palm, each a sacred trust
			and vow she holds precious. Around her, the dark night draws in protectively
			close, its comfort and concealing shadow granted by a friend. Her fingertips,
			barely moving, cause swirls and eddies, as she takes additional comfort from
			the way her blood-bond is strengthened and bolstered by its Kindred presence.
			Seeing your gaze, she bows slightly and smiles warmly.


	===Dressing up for the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/2014===		===Dressing up for the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/2014===

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			===Dressing up for the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/2014===
			Elegantly masked and modestly veiled, her ebon hair swept upward in an intricate
			and ornamented cascade of curls and braids, the bard before you is garbed in the
			hues of her home as day slips away into night: the deepening plum and dusky rose
			that fades into sunset indigo. The cut of her gown is shockingly snug - a fitted
			bodice embraces her oft-hidden curves. It flares out in a gossamer chiffon bell
			below her narrow waist and curved, womanly hips, accentuating each movement. The
			long, flowing sweep of the velvet sleeves give graceful concealment to her arms,
			that she not be overly exposed. A blush of excitement tints her cheeks and puts
			an eager sparkle in her chocolate brown gaze. Beaming with pride and delight to
			be upon the arm of her beloved '''[[Wind]]''', she gives honor to the Bond she shares with
			one who is Kindred with her presence here.

			You are using:
			<used as light> the first twinkling light of the stars
			<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) an intricately braided band of silver
			<worn around neck> a sundown-blue choker with a crescent moon pendant
			<worn around neck> a delicate necklace of silver stars and crescent moons
			<worn on body> a formal chiffon gown in the fading hues of a desert at dusk
			<worn on head> a silk mask and veil in the colors of deepening twilight
			<worn on feet> low-heeled sunset-colored embroidered dancing slippers
			<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the protection of the night
			<worn about waist> a chain-style belt of star-shaped links set with moonstones
			<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the marks of a vampire's kiss
			<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the scent of almonds and the desert winds

			===Description: 07/09/14===
			(Written by [[Belsambar]])<BR>
			The sudden appearance of a distracted young lady startles you. Not just the
			bright colors of her garb, or the ringing jingles of little bells and charms
			woven into her hair, so much as the way that she seemed to just APPEAR right
			before you as you were going about your business..although she seems to have
			instinctively avoided coming too close, even in her distracted state. "Oh! I
			am most sorry!" she exclaims with a bow, sketching a gesture of respect that
			sweeps from forehead to lips then heart. She is slight and graceful of form,
			yet it is apparent, despite the modestly cut garb of desert style that tries
			to hide her form, that she is a young woman, blossoming into the ways of the
			world. This is reinforced by an aura of tremendous magical energy that flows
			about her. Her brown eyes bright and curious, yet brim with knowledge and an
			array of experience. "Is there any way I can help you? Or maybe a story you
			might like to share?" A cloud seems to draw over her expression momentarily
			as some sorrow wells in her thoughts. "I haven't found a song that needs to
			be sung, but I do love a good story." As she speaks, her left thumb seeks a
			band of silver on her finger. Then her other hand clasps her wrist, fingers
			seeking a scar on the underside of her wrist. The twin punctures are a stark,
			pale contrast to her rich skin tone. The gesture is clearly a nervous habit,
			its true meaning known only to her. For the briefest moment, her eyes close,
			her head tilting to one side, her slender throat arched, as if subconsciously
			surrendering to a thought or memory, then she draws herself back to the now.
			She smiles. "I must be away. My friends have found an adventure, and I don't
			want to miss that tale in the making."
			<BR>

	===01/01/14===		===01/01/14===
	Hope, love, and a new-found sense of strength shine within the blessedly clear,		Hope, love, and a new-found sense of strength shine within the blessedly clear,
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	"Greetings unto you and your house. I am Samiyah bint Rasul. How may I help?"<BR>		"Greetings unto you and your house. I am Samiyah bint Rasul. How may I help?"<BR>
	<BR>		<BR>

			===Dressing Up For The Thank You Dinner: 08/04/2012===
			<pre>
			Soft bells chime at the slight movement of the young woman before you. Her
			face is modestly veiled, revealing only her dusky skin and dark eyes. Inky
			black curly hair bound into twin braids frames her face. Exotic designs in
			henna adorn her hands and bare feet. She bows slightly, causing the silver
			ornaments in her hair and the bangles upon her wrists to chime once more.

			'Peace be unto you and your house. I am Samiyah bint Rasul.'
			Samiyah has a special twinkle in her eye.
			Samiyah is in perfect health.

			Samiyah is using:
			<used as light> (Weak magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Blacklight
			<worn on finger> the lapis lazuli ring
			<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a laurel wreath
			<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a silver choker with lapis lazuli pendants
			<worn on body> (Red Aura) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a heavy black robe
			<worn on head> (Potent magic) an ornamented black linen headdress and veil
			<worn on legs> a pair of black velvet leggings
			<worn about body> a striking black robe laced with gold sigils
			<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
			<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
			<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
			</pre>


	[[Category:Samiyah]]		[[Category:Samiyah]]

Samiyah at 03:03, 1 August 2014

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			===01/01/14===
			Hope, love, and a new-found sense of strength shine within the blessedly clear,
			deep chocolate brown eyes of the desert woman before you. While not unscathed,
			her recent battles against despair and darkness have helped strip away the self
			doubt and uncertainty that so often branded her demeanor and actions. Her chin
			is raised and her shoulders squared as she calmly awaits the consequences of an
			act of defiance (meddling, some might say) against the forces of evil, ready to
			face her fears and name them, giving them no additional power over her. Sister
			to one in blood and another in oath, a mentor to her Choir of bards, and friend
			to those of every walk of life and aura, Samiyah walks her own road: a child of
			the desert sands, a woman of the world beyond the veil, disobedient daughter to
			a God and a song within the heart of the Wind.
			<BR>

			===12/20/13===
			Her dark brown gaze resolute, if a touch weary, Samiyah stands before you. Lines
			of sorrow and pain mar her young face, and shadows create dark crescents beneath
			her eyes, one of which is marred by the faintest gloss of red. Still, despite it
			all, her expression is one of deliberate hopefulness and a firm determination to
			see her task through. Her chin is lifted and her shoulders are squared not bowed
			in defeat as she faces her fears resolutely, naming them as equals, not victors.
			Only the slight movement of her right hand, as if battling the need to seek out
			the unholy contents of the container by her side reveals how great the challenge
			truly is. She closes her eyes, a calming breath is taken, and she wills her hand
			to halt its trembling. Regaining her composure and focus, she tilts her head to
			one side, and listens for those in her charge, a responsibility given that draws
			her out of her own thoughts and back, willing or not, to Seraph's heel. One of
			truly few joys within the Order, mentoring them is her focus, second only to the
			task to defeat that which she must: opposed to the last drop of blood and final
			breath. A slight movement of her left hand, thumb finding and pressing against
			a silver band, gives her a brief respite of comfort, reminded of the bonds made
			with those she loves and cares for. Granted the gift of friendship from villains
			and heroes alike, Samiyah walks a strange road for one of her aura -- her life a
			seemingly discordant composition of opposing songs and singers, that somehow, no
			matter the crescendos, is the music that defines her soul.
			<BR>

	===11/25/13===		===11/25/13===
	Dark circles beneath them emphasize the chocolate eyes of the desert woman		Dark circles beneath them emphasize the chocolate eyes of the desert woman

Samiyah at 01:31, 2 January 2014

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			===11/25/13===
			Dark circles beneath them emphasize the chocolate eyes of the desert woman
			before you, evidence of the heartbreak, sorrow and nightmare that has been
			weighing on her of late. Her expression is carefully impassive, attempting
			to mask what she carries within. Her shoulders are squared, not drooping,
			but you notice the way her left thumb repeatedly finds the band around one
			finger, the feel of it a small comfort in her desolation. Tilting her head
			to one side, she both listens and looks for those who are in her charge, a
			calculated responsibility given that draws her out of her own thoughts and
			brings her back to heel, willing or not, among her Father's people.


	===11/11/13===		===11/11/13===
	The face of the bard before you is nearly unrecognizable. Her expression is		The face of the bard before you is nearly unrecognizable. Her expression is

Samiyah at 01:28, 2 January 2014

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			===11/11/13===
			The face of the bard before you is nearly unrecognizable. Her expression is
			utterly foreign: closed and guarded, heartbroken and angry. There is no joy
			in her, no song, no happiness. Her skin and clothing is well-scrubbed, hair
			hanging in wet tangles where she recently washed away the life-blood of one
			precious to her. Bruises and healed cuts reveal a recent attack, mercifully
			called off by her aggressor. It is the haunted look in her eyes that shows
			the mortal wound received to her spirit, leaving no trace on skin or bone.


	===11/10/13===		===11/10/13===
	It is only the resilience of the young that allows Samiyah to yet have hope and		It is only the resilience of the young that allows Samiyah to yet have hope and

Samiyah at 15:30, 26 November 2013

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			===11/10/13===
			It is only the resilience of the young that allows Samiyah to yet have hope and
			some hint of happiness in her face. Worn to exhaustion by a battle twixt faith
			and love, she struggles daily to remain true to her heart and to the God of her
			people. Her appearance is modest and carefully neat, glossy black waist-length
			hair tumbling down in frequently brushed curls and braids, some ornamented with
			the charms and adornments of her tribe. One plait seems out of place: a rougher
			textured dark brown that fades to white at the ends. Her melting chocolate eyes
			are soft and demure, never gazing directly at those around her. Intricate henna
			patterns are inked upon her dusky skin, proudly framing twin puncture scars and
			a oathing-cut on the wrist and palm of her left hand, blood binding her in vows
			to a brother and in Bond to a Kindred. Her garb is a mix of the desert and home
			found elsewhere - dark linens contrasting with brightly dyed leathers. Bruises
			upon her throat have faded to a sickly yellow, the mark left by her God's rage,
			but the lesson learned has not faded a whit: She has been humbled and reminded
			in the most direct way possible that her life and soul are still in His hands.

			===10/29/13===
			Her dark eyes bloodshot and rimmed in shadows from mourning and tears, Samiyah
			stands before you, shoulders slumped in defeat and sorrow. Her throat is livid
			with bruises, the clear mark of where an enraged God's hand wrapped around her
			neck. Her aura is dull and dim, and her shaking hands are stained with ink. It
			is clear, without words being spoken, that this Bard has lost her song.


	===10/18/13===		===10/18/13===
	A gentle and tender smile curves the lips of the Desert bard before you. Her		A gentle and tender smile curves the lips of the Desert bard before you. Her

Samiyah: /* 07/01/2013 */

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	===07/01/2013===		===07/01/2013===
	"May the Seraph's wings enfold you and you ever have shade and sweet water." The words of blessing come softly and musically from the desert woman before you. To even the most untrained observer, it is clear that she was raised in a different culture - the concealing robes about her figure, the duskiness of her skin, dark hair braided into dozens of plaits, bound about with small charms and chimes. To those who know her, growth and change are as easily seen: No more is her face an enigma, hidden behind veils. Her smile is still honest and genuine, but perhaps not as quick as it once was, her dark brown eyes as curious, but not as trusting. Too many things have scarred her spirit, assailing and tearing away the innocent purity of it, to have remained unchanged. To once more have tribe and family - a sister, torn from their homeland, a brother, sworn in blood, a father-in-spirit, and friends, beyond the easy counting - these are the things that uphold her and keep her strong.		"May the Seraph's wings enfold you and you ever have shade and sweet water." The words of blessing come softly and musically from the desert woman before you. To even the most untrained observer, it is clear that she was raised in a different culture - the concealing robes about her figure, the duskiness of her skin, dark hair braided into dozens of plaits, bound about with small charms and chimes. To those who know her, growth and change are as easily seen: No more is her face an enigma, hidden behind veils. Her smile is still honest and genuine, but perhaps not as quick as it once was, her dark brown eyes as curious, but not as trusting. Too many things have scarred her spirit, assailing and tearing away the innocent purity of it, to have remained unchanged. To once more have tribe and family - a sister, torn from their homeland, a brother, sworn in blood, a father-in-spirit, and friends, beyond the easy counting - these are the things that uphold her and keep her strong.
	<BR>		<BR>

	===04/02/2013===		===04/02/2013===
	There is something in the deep chestnut eyes of the woman before you that has not been there before. She has been changed forever by a Hunt simultaneously called down by three Immortals and Rebirth granted by mortal hands. Wary and graceful like a gazelle that has felt a sand-cat's deadly claws, any scars or physical wounds she might yet bear are hidden by a linen veil that hides face and hair, leaving visible only those wounded doe eyes and a braid dangling at each temple. The right plait is unusual - a rich chocolate brown (that nearly matches her eyes) that fades to pale white at the ends, braided into her ebon black locks. By it, a trio of silver chimes once more dangles, re-sewn to the proper spot on her veil, their song a musical chord that sounds with each and every movement. An aura of azure blue swirls around her, strangely touched by streaks of crimson and ebon black, evidence of a bond to the One who has held her spirit cradled safely in His hands every time it has slipped the bonds of her flesh. In response to your attention, her hand moves quickly to forehead, mouth and heart in a tribal gesture of respect and greeting, the mehndi inked on them drawing your eye. When she speaks, her voice is surprisingly soft but clear, like a nightingale: "In the Sahib's name, greetings. I am Samiyah bint Seraph ukhayyatun Cresom. How may I aid you?"		There is something in the deep chestnut eyes of the woman before you that has not been there before. She has been changed forever by a Hunt simultaneously called down by three Immortals and Rebirth granted by mortal hands. Wary and graceful like a gazelle that has felt a sand-cat's deadly claws, any scars or physical wounds she might yet bear are hidden by a linen veil that hides face and hair, leaving visible only those wounded doe eyes and a braid dangling at each temple. The right plait is unusual - a rich chocolate brown (that nearly matches her eyes) that fades to pale white at the ends, braided into her ebon black locks. By it, a trio of silver chimes once more dangles, re-sewn to the proper spot on her veil, their song a musical chord that sounds with each and every movement. An aura of azure blue swirls around her, strangely touched by streaks of crimson and ebon black, evidence of a bond to the One who has held her spirit cradled safely in His hands every time it has slipped the bonds of her flesh. In response to your attention, her hand moves quickly to forehead, mouth and heart in a tribal gesture of respect and greeting, the mehndi inked on them drawing your eye. When she speaks, her voice is surprisingly soft but clear, like a nightingale: "In the Sahib's name, greetings. I am Samiyah bint Seraph ukhayyatun Cresom. How may I aid you?"

Samiyah at 16:16, 10 November 2013

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			===10/18/13===
			A gentle and tender smile curves the lips of the Desert bard before you. Her
			lustrous, melting chocolate eyes are happier than they have been for a span,
			but even still, there are worries and cares giving them weight, for those of
			her family and friends who know to look. Yet, her expression is joyful, even
			to the eye of a stranger, despite her cares. Her long dark hair tumbles over
			her shoulders in thick waves, released from most of their imprisoning braids,
			a small chime or ornament decorating each one that remains. The ebon cascade
			is almost enough to completely hide the healing wound upon her throat, which
			she makes no additional effort to conceal. One lock of hair draws the eye: a
			dark, chestnut brown that fades to ghostly white at the end, the mark of her
			father's magic, which is also seen in the streaks of scarlet within the blue
			of her aura. Not classically beautiful - her nose is a bit too wide, broken
			long ago by a discipling hand, her lips a tad too full - Samiyah still has a
			graceful way about her that draws the eye. When she speaks, her voice holds
			the lilting sound of the Desert: "I am Samiyah bint Seraph, sister to Cresom
			and Jamilla, blood-bound to Ghazkull Mahsong, and the bard of the High Order.
			How may I help?" She makes a gesture of grace and welcome, with one hennaed
			hand moving from forehead to lips and to heart, and smiles once more.


	===07/01/2013===		===07/01/2013===
	"May the Seraph's wings enfold you and you ever have shade and sweet water." The		"May the Seraph's wings enfold you and you ever have shade and sweet water." The words of blessing come softly and musically from the desert woman before you. To even the most untrained observer, it is clear that she was raised in a different culture - the concealing robes about her figure, the duskiness of her skin, dark hair braided into dozens of plaits, bound about with small charms and chimes. To those who know her, growth and change are as easily seen: No more is her face an enigma, hidden behind veils. Her smile is still honest and genuine, but perhaps not as quick as it once was, her dark brown eyes as curious, but not as trusting. Too many things have scarred her spirit, assailing and tearing away the innocent purity of it, to have remained unchanged. To once more have tribe and family - a sister, torn from their homeland, a brother, sworn in blood, a father-in-spirit, and friends, beyond the easy counting - these are the things that uphold her and keep her strong.
	words of blessing come softly and musically from the desert woman before you. To
	even the most untrained observer, it is clear that she was raised in a different
	culture - the concealing robes about her figure, the duskiness of her skin, dark
	hair braided into dozens of plaits, bound about with small charms and chimes. To
	those who know her, growth and change are as easily seen: No more is her face an
	enigma, hidden behind veils. Her smile is still honest and genuine, but perhaps
	not as quick as it once was, her dark brown eyes as curious, but not as trusting.
	Too many things have scarred her spirit, assailing and tearing away the innocent
	purity of it, to have remained unchanged. To once more have tribe and family - a
	sister, torn from their homeland, a brother, sworn in blood, a father-in-spirit,
	and friends, beyond the easy counting - these are the things that uphold her and
	keep her strong.
	<BR>		<BR>
	===04/02/2013===		===04/02/2013===