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Character Creation Date, 10/11/2008

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Full Name: Samara Del'Fluent

Nicknames: Sammy 

Titles: Lady of coin, Enchantress of the Sands, The Ruby Sphinx, The Crimson Menace,

 The Lioness, The Grand Accountant, The False Dreamer (Sharmoot), and dubbed by some as being a bitch.

 

Race: Jinn/Bovinite (To be more precise a Marid.)

Gender: Female. She/Her

Day of Birth: Unknown

Visible Age: 31

​Hair: Alabaster

Skin: Claret

​Eyes: Golden

​Height: Samara Del'Fluent stands an imposing 5' 2" in stature. 

Build: Muscular legs and core, with abundant curves.

Weight: 130lbs

​Place of Residence: The cities of trinity.

​Place of Birth: Eladine

​Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

​Relationship: Single 

​Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
 

Distinctive Marks: Samara's horns and their golden ornaments ofttimes are a point of fixation. That lunar marking affixed to her forehead casts a soft shimmer that unfailingly entices the eyes. The symbol is an upside crescent moon meant to render mockery to the faith that formerly tried to purge her from reality. Something she had to deal with constantly given the superstition and fickled hearts of mortals. 

 

 Traits: Well-read, Artistrocate, Mathematician, Analytics, Opulent, Exotic performer

 

Hobbies: Reading, Pole Dancing, Fitness, Swimming, Sunbathing, Shopping, Sampling Wine, Parties, Writing Reports, Engaging in playful mockery. 


 

Habits: Samara suffers from excessive wine consumption. However, due to her biology she is immune to inebriation or any drug-like effects. She relishes the flavor and the redolence of her libation of choice. It functions as a therapeutic process by which she might relax after a hard day of crunching numbers or dealing with the ninny hammers of the court.

 

Quirks/eccentricities: She suffers from a resting bitch face. And should a conversation prove anything but riveting she may smack her lips, yawn, stretch or rove her eyes to something more captivating like cobwebs or paint drying. Samara doesn’t describe the killing of rapscallions or adversaries as murder or death. Instead, she fancies the descriptors of early retirement or resignation. 

 

Likes: The lioness loves taffy. Sincere compliments and veneration stoke her perceived self worth. Additionally, Samara enjoys philosophical exchanges and derives pleasure from mapping out the intellects and world views of those around her. However, this doesn’t imply she agrees with the inanity often unearthed through such explorations.

 

Dislikes: Self righteousness, altruism, cruelty, childish conception of strength, wasting her time, hedonistic indulgence, slothfulness, paying taxes, unmerited stances of grandeur, debby downers, edge lords with daddy issues.

 

Fears: She fears one day becoming obese as she regards the body as an outward manifestation of one's inner resolve. The idea of breaking a nail or being needlessly covered in filth also unsettles the sphinx. Excessive sweat also unnerves her and poverty. Lastly, the bovine fears death as it insinuates that she wouldn’t be able to experience the one thing she cherishes the most, life and its myriad of experiences.

 

Strengths: Deductive reasoning, economical models, employment of her lexicon, exotic dancing, wit, flexibility, proficient with the bo staff and halberd, and destructive magics. Immunity to poisons, disease, toxins, alcohol and narcotics.

 

Weaknesses: If it can kill a human it can dispatch with her. Loneliness, for heavy is the crown. Mental anguish from the tough choices she had to make. Flaunts her body as a coping mechanism but secretly questions her worth as a lady whenever alone. Short-tempered regarding incompetence, condescending.

 

Short term goals: Securing her house.

 

Long term goals: The construction of an eternal regime that will outlast the death and rebirth of the macrocosm. 

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Secrets: She wiped out her children to prevent the death of the commoners. Revealing that notwithstanding outward appearances, the jezebel secretly cares for the people under her yoke/employment.

Personality.

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Samara is often described as being cold and calculative. A deportment that has earned her the marker of bitch. Many might regard such a nomenclature as insulting. However, she defines such a boorish word as a synonym for having standards and aspirations as a woman. She often has no qualms with manipulating others if it means securing a beneficial outcome. She parades her opulence to signify her temporal achievements. A self-described connoisseur of the finest things, she often won't settle for less. A facet of her character that extends to those she graces with her lustrous presence. 

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The jezebel expects only the best from those privileged enough to rate her time or be under her employment. She flaunts her body not to induce hedonism. No, it's merely a vetting instrument to separate the intelligible from those who think with their lesser head. She treats others with suspicion until they verify themselves as valuable assets. Despite such a mentality, Samara is loyal to her constituents and allies. She sees double-crossing others as a surefire means to erode one's future. A tactic only employed by the dimwitted and those of nascent minds.

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The jinn knows how prone berks are to ascertain one's character via appearances. She enjoys instilling kernels of deception to conceal her most significant asset, that being her intellect. Samara relishes conversations concerning philosophy. Secretly, she enjoys engaging in thought experiments or reading tomes on the topic. Her lexicon is extensive due to her fine upbringing and familial pedigree. Her passion for reading is greater than dancing but eclipsed by her penchant for work. She often seeks methods to integrate the two, given her standing as a patrician.

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Samara's stellar eyes constantly analyze those she interacts with—her labyrinthian mind weighing the pros and cons of continual business. She often is silent, only speaking when prudent or advantageous. Confidently, she radiates dominance through a myriad of ways. Everything Samara does is to further her house and people. Assuming such a thing exists, morality comes second, given her obligations. Her business-centric presentation might come off as offputting to some.

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Nonetheless, notwithstanding such a disposition, the jezebel isn't without a sense of wit. Samara holds no compunctions regarding castigating others. Her oral lashings are often described as being a fate worse than death. Everything is a contract that all parties must honor if they wish to circumvent a premature termination. Regarding her past, the jinn is very closed off. Seldom will she open up, as she believes most relationships are transient exchanges.

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The crimson menace detests those who think of themselves as virtuous. Samara especially despises men who miscalculate their worth or influence. If one were to ask her about her most redeemable quality, she'd likely reply her unbelievable humility. This is evident in the fact she is even giving you a wink of her time or bestowing you the honor of carrying her luggage. 

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Through our tribulations, we might cull insight into our deficiencies. Stagnation and laxity are the banes whittling down destitute souls to their core. To transcend, one must brave one's ignorance and paucity. This solemn debt, while never uttered out loud, can be beheld throughout creation. The universe beseeches us to undergo a metamorphosis. This perpetual act of evolution sequentially separates the fit from the lethargic. A procedure, while seditiously circumvented for a time, must ultimately be paid. No soul, despite their impoverishment or exorbitance, can elude this inevitability.

The system we capitulate to under the guise of thralldom is neither benign nor malicious. It simply subsists and exceeds such shallow classifications. The only ignominy in this world is to discommode your brethren rather than confront this hurdle when it should unveil itself. This original sin necessitates penitence. To bypass its snares, we must continuously abide by absolute acuity.

But, if I abhor one thing more than debility, it is those who traipse about under misconceptions. Delusions that they are moral arbiters or, most damning of all, saviors of the downtrodden. Such vainglorious cretins, their mere permanence is an effrontery to the fundamental hierarchy of the cosmos. Vis-a-vis those rapscallions might dupe themselves into believing they are doing others a courtesy; they're, in fact, notably sanguinary.

Suppose you endeavor to oblige everyone who languishes. In that case, you will only dilute yourself and enervate them—the internal ambivalence, when confronted and subjugated on their own conscientiousness, yields the most substantial rewards. To gallivant about and ratify against that travail for others depreciates it. If you care for your kin, then dispense with empathy and cognize the virtue of letting them confront their battles. And when they triumph, they will become even stronger from that mastery of "power."

But what is power? While ostensibly simple, the question is vastly more complex than most realize. The churlish amongst us might denote it as the capability to obliterate or rive apart one's enemies and their municipalities. To the shrewd, it's guile—the inclination to contort the hearts and wills of men without effort through a series of well-placed manipulations and sycophancy. There are even some among us who might rank it as monetary. That capital alone can distort the world around us to project one's influence.  

On initial inspection, all of these answers seem prudent in their own right. However, it doesn't answer the original inquiry. What many might suggest are byproducts of power, not the thing itself—different methodologies or tools one might utilize to protect it. Power is merely an illusion. A shadow on the wall that is only made relevant when men endow it with pertinence. Its value and gravity are only as enduring as the fickled minds that imbue it with such. One's house, wealth, military, lineage, name, actions, cleverness, and more are impotent if not regarded by others. 

Throughout history, we've witnessed time and time again how grand militaries falter against guerilla tactics. Entire fields once prosperous were dried up when deemed archaic or no longer desirable by the populace. Great men and women of reason, logic, or cunningness were ignored, and thus, their voices were silenced. It profits no one to hold all these things if their brethren ostracize them. 

True power is unattainable, much like absolute independence or freedom. It's the invention of an unsophisticated mind desperately clinging to materiality—a fabrication of all species that is inescapable. Paradoxically, despite my words, there is no doubt it exists as an idea due to our fallible minds. Those who feel compelled to spout their station, authority, or power have none. True strength and eminence are silent yet transcendental. It is merely known as everyone bequeaths it into existence. Gentle, yet if unleashed, it can shift the very foundations of our globe.

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