Bastet Sek'bet

[bastet sek'bet]

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{she's fireproof}

When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be

Name: bastet jumana sek'bet
Age: twenty-five
Race: witch
Loyal to: aslan
Family:
mother ;; nepthys sek'bet
father ;; dane orlan
(step)sister ;; hathor sek'bet

There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are

History:
nepthys has always been a rather playful and promiscuous witch, so it wasn't much of a surprise when one day she fell pregnant with a third child, another girl. her first had been a boy so she had decided to drop it at the father's place, not caring for a son. after all, she couldn't pass on her secret and her knowledge to a boy when she was a witch of all beings. her second had fulfilled her wish of conceiving a girl, and so she had named her first daughter hathor.

it had been one fine, sunny day when she had met dane orlan, a calormen business man, and it had been that day that he fathered her a second girl. nine months later bastet jumana sek'bet was brought into the world, with her wise old grandmother hoovering above the scene, tending to her mother. her sister, hathor, was playing with her cousins outside, discovering the woods.

bastet was like her family a child of fire, a child of the sun, with a fair, bronzed skin she stood out against the beige sheets she was later wrapped in. her hair as dark as the night, meant to attract the attention of the sun. and last of all, she had deep, dark and mysterious onyx eyes that had a flame burning in them whenever the newborn would giggle or even smile. bastet grew up as a happy child, her main power showing at a mere age of five months old, nearly lighting a fire in flames when she did not receive the amount of attention she demanded to.

she got along well with other children her age, as well as having a careful and attentive ear whenever one of the elder trees told her stories and taught her all about narnia and its inhabitants, as well as its legends and tales, its folklore and its facts. at the age of two, six and nine bastet showed signs of any other powers that were to be hers. at the mere age of two she showed signs of telekinesis, demanding her doll to come to her.

at the age of six bastet had an encounter with an old talking hare, the hare was grumpy but the young girl took a liking to him. that night she didn't dream at all except for a scary five seconds, it's still clearly scripted in her mind. the young girl of six saw the old rabbing fall over a cliff, and it spoke to her, told her it was time. two days later the hare was found dead in his hide-out, this was a sign her mother took seriously and she furthered her girl in the studies of premonition. bastet knows the cards and crystals, but is no true seer and is only able to receive small hints at a future, nothing big and when she does see something it's nothing big.

at the age of nine, bastet showed sign of faith healing. she was able to cure a younger human girl she'd found in the mountains of an open gash in the arm, by finding the right herbs and balms (with a natural feeling as to which were alright to use and which were not) and used one of the spells she had picked up from her mother. this however was to become her secondary power. ever since she was schooled about herbs and spells, chantings and curses, hexes and the magical powers in general. she learned how to keep them in control and how to use them.

she grew up and lives a rather carefree life, despite still living at her family's. however, she can stand and go as she pleases, her family won't frown at her not coming home for a few days. she is young and wild after all.

Likes:
* the sun, a star glowing with her element. what's there not to like about it? it gives her constant energy throughout the day, perfect to go for a day out hunting and not end up loosing her breath throughout the running. how awesome is that, huh?
* family, she likes her family... her magical family that is. she never met her calormen father after he impregnated her mother so that's that. but, she's extremely loyal to her mother, her sister and her other relatives... which happen to be all females since well, they're witches, get it?
* dares/quests, bastet is always up for a dare. life without a kick once in a while is simply boring. she loves to challenge others and adores to be challenged, simply because she loves to show off. she's very competitive and will always try to be the best, come out on top, hence why she likes the rush and the kick of danger. she's a girl that provokes death, no matter how much she pees her pants when it gets down to it and struggles to get out of situations without a scratch... which she usually doesn't. if you'd know how many scars she has... you'd not be as impressed.
* experimenting/learning, bastet is curious of nature and therefor loves to think about things. not just think about them, but act on those sudden impulses that say 'how about we try that word after kah and see what enchantment will take place?' or 'what if we add some fireflower juice to the fire for this rite and see how it ends up?'. she has a longing to know and find out, and would even risk herself to do so. everything that she doesn't know yet is but a challenge to her, and I've mentioned how she feels about challenges, haven't I?
* socializing, despite the fact she's a girl with a bit of attitude and some definite guts, as well as being a little careless, bastet is a witch that loves to meet new people and make new friends. she may be stubborn and hardheaded, a bug and a scare at times, but she sure as hell is one loyal little thing that always puts her friends second (family comes in first, remember?). so it's only natural that she loves to make many friends, it means many more people to care for and many more people to laugh and cry with. besides, everyone is special one way or another and she'd love to find out what makes every single last being special... with a few exceptions here and there.

Dislikes:
* ogres, as mentioned below the mere thought of them scares the living daylight out of her. she doesn't ever want to meet one and finds them the ugliest, grossest, most dangerous things walking around narnia.
* having to prove herself, being a girl people instantly have that skeptical look about them when she says she knows how to hunt and can work decent enough with a crossbow. even mentioning that she is a witch doesn't impress most of those silly knights in armor. so she just has to kick butt to show them she can do it.
* "bas-what?!", can you say it bothers her quite a lot? the fact people can get her name wrong when it's so simple to say. bas-tet... it can't seriously be that hard, right? but the fact she herself struggled with it when she was a mere infant seemed to have been long since forgotten.
* the element water, as she was born specializing in the fire element, it is only normal she dislikes her opposite element aqua, water, snow, ice, etcetera. she tends to avoid it at most costs since despite the fact she can make it melt, it can make her fire dim like no other, that alone makes her want to kill any kind of aqua over and over again. perhaps the selfish reason of her siding with the good side as well?
* arrogance, despite the fact she's quite arrogant and bossy herself, she rarely takes it from anyone else. if anyone even as much as dares boss her around or show her his/her attitude, bastet will show them hers. it's quite that simple. dare try to mess with her, and you don't know what burden you ended up with.

Fears:
* death, despite the fact some call her a daredevil she has no wish for death just yet
* becoming blind, if there's one thing she fears it must be going blind
* hunger/poverty, food is any living being's necessity... how could she ever survive without it? why else do you think she learned how to hunt?
* losing her powers, yes she is quite worried about them. after all - what would she be without them?
* ogres, ever since a little child and the tales her mother would tell her... bastet has been scared to death of ogres. she's never encountered one and she's happy for that, but should she ever do so she'd probably scream at the top of her lungs and run away crying like a little girl... and I'm not kidding... honestly.

Weapons: Does magic count? If not she'll gladly show her dagger with a pure silver blade, the edging covered in gold and a black leather grip. Besides the usual defending herself she performs with it, it is also used for her rites... hence why it's so special to her. Besides that, she also has a crossbow made out of strong oak material that was given to her by a dying dryad. She makes the arrows herself, her work with her crossbow isn't perfect but it's good enough to go hunting with it.

To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for

Sample RP:

Edmund sat in his cell, back against the icy cold wall, staring at the bars, staring just because he had nothing else to do. The previous few times, there had at least been some Narnians to keep him company and chat, distract his attention from touchy subjects. However now here he was, by himself, isolated, tired and bored, not to mention with a killer-back. The cold was surprisingly refreshing to his back though, and it helped him remain alert. Edmund had no sense as to what was day and what was night, with the constant icy glow everything gave off, there was little difference between either of the two.

So he had just sat there, constantly, staring off into space, drowning out the mild pain in his back and waiting for just about anything to happen. Edmund would have been happy had he been able to catch a bit of sleep, but that was the sad thing about everything. He couldn't and wouldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts could not rest, and even if he tried to rest just a bit, he would find himself awake in no time again. Memories, figures and fears kept him up all the time and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.

Just as the King of Narnia closed his eyes though, willing to try again, a voice disturbed him. Instantly his eyes swept back open as he listened intently. A female voice, and apparently it was counting. Edmund pushed himself up a little, so he could sit up straight and waited, listening to find out where the counting would stop.

"Ten... Eleven... Twelve... Thirteen..."

Thirteen... That was his cell, so Edmund realized. Forcing himself to look up a bit more, his suspicions were confirmed. Indeed, a teenage girl, a bit younger than he must've been, stood behind the bars, looking at him. Dark eyes swept over her, remaining silent as he listened to her soft voice speak once more. She was one of them, he bet. She looked like one. She didn't look one bit ragged, one bit filthy, so the only reasonable explanation for that was that she must've been one of them. One of the many that would come to terrorize his being yet again. When she asked him who he was though, Edmund couldn't help but let surprise wash over his hardened features.

"King Edmund, the Just."

Edmund couldn't help it. He simply hadn't been able to resist and give the girl his title as well, it was after all part of who he was. And he had needed to live and learn to cope with that title for many years. However, through his determination to rebel, even just a little bit, Edmund wasn't able to stop the fact he seemed quite haughty. And in result, he was expecting a smack against the face or a hit here and there, a kick in the stomach perhaps in no time... So he decided he could push it a bit further.

"And you are?" he questioned.

--- if in a real decent rp, that's what you can expect of me, usually it's a good 3 paras though.

Custom Title: she's like fire, don't ever tire
How did you find us: through tha-tha-thalia!
RP Experience: 2+ years, baby!
Password: bugle dee dugle, dee dugle babugle!

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