Rings of Honor

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Junior Adventurer

Username:

Shade

Groups:

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Character:

Shade

Character Race:

Assassin; Goddess; myth; Vengeance

Location:

3rd Dynasty, Old Kingdom, During the Reign of Djoser ca. 2686 BC - 2649 BC

Profession:

"she has very specific genetic vendettas"

Appearance:

Ashikahet - Daughter of Imhotep; "the one who comes in peace"; fl. late 27th century BC. Imhotep was an Egyptian chancellor to the pharaoh Djoser, probable architect of the step pyramid, and high priest of the sun god Ra at Heliopolis. He was one of only two commoners ever to be deified after death (the other being Amenhotep, son of Hapu). Libations to Imhotep were done regularly, as they are attested on papyruses associated to statues of Imhotep until the Late Period (c. 664–332 BC). This cult holds its origin in the slow evolution of the memory of Imhotep among intellectuals from his death onwards. He is referred to as a polymath, poet, judge, engineer, magician, scribe, astronomer, astrologer, and especially a physician. This cult is so distinct from the offerings usually made to commoners that the epithet of "demi-god" is likely justified to describe the way Imhotep was venerated in the New Kingdom (c. 1550–1077 BC). Inscriptions on King Sekhemkhet's unfinished pyramid suggest that Imhotep outlived Djoser by a few years and went on to serve in the construction of Sekhemkhet's pyramid, which was abandoned due to this ruler's brief reign. Little is known of these 7 years and mystery ignites historical imagination with clay seals inscribed "The two ladies are pleased with his name."

Vignette:
She was a predacious drape of limbs-- liquid, effortless comfort, and self-possession. Her distinctly feline composure was both vicious and utterly casual. Her repose was complete, however there was a sense of restrained power and violence perfectly contained. Her body like a threat exhaled at the nape of your neck- conditional and exciting. She'd been there all along, hadn't she? On the table in front of her were several sheafs of paper, documents, and a barely-sipped coup glass already surrounded by a ring of sweat. Each of these belied some sense of occupation. But the woman was motionless, pried out of time. Midnight, kid-leather pants hummed with soft, expensive glow as they licked up her long legs from stiletto heeled boots to the angles of hips cut to covet and destroy. The rest of her was a game of light, a cropped shirt of poured-silver hid nothing of the marmoreal figure beneath. It didn't even try, it was a suggestion-- which for her was as good as a directive, an injunction.

The woman lifts her chin, letting her fine, aristocratic features come into view from the recesses within panels of her pitch-black, plaited hair. There is a hypnotic rhythm to the exotic caste of her features which suggested sand and sun, but she's pale as the moon and as smooth as alabaster. Sightlessly she reaches for her drink and touches the glass to her dark-stained, petal-shaped lips. And once, just once, she flicks an unnecessary, chastising glance over the rim at a single point of focus --already assessed by predatory and martial devices but garnering a brief excess of attention. But those eyes... Those smoke-rimed, khol-lined eyes. She has eyes the viole(n)t color of the evening heaven, lined with silver specks as intricate and depthless with promise as the stars. Translating their timeless designs and meanings was a dangerous preoccupation that had many ends-- but always an end. It was more likely to simply be in their thrall, catching glimpses of one's own past and present refined and reflected there. They have revealed elegant, final glimpses of personal meaning, searched for for life times; simple, sonorous quips from an immortal sense of disinterest and derision as judgement culminates into inertia and jack-knife decision; as well as a perfect, instantaneous, and cherished resolution with an inevitable, and beloved death. She enjoyed invoking some of these more than others. But what Shade enjoyed was another colloquy all together.

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