Name:
Asalah Cicili Nassar

Age:
35

Species:
Werewolf

Relationship:
Single

Abilities:
Elemental: Very limited ability. She has very little control over it and can not do much with this ability as of this point. She's lucky if she can start a fire or move a pebble.
Spiritual sight: Can see and engage with spiritual creatures but can not use or harness spiritual energy(Magic). She sees things for what they are and not what they appear. Magic users, spirits, and deities can not hide from her.

Training:
Master of Arab weapons, no hand to hand combat training.
Arabian Weapons: Kilij, Khopesh, Mameluke, Pulwar, Scimitar, Shamshir, Talwar, Yatagan, Tabarzin, Gurz, Naboot, Thrown darts, Throwing knife, Perso-Parthian bow, Blowgun.

Personality:
Asalah is a proud woman with a fierce possessive streak. Fierce sums up her personality perfectly as a matter of fact. Everything she does, she does with passion and fire. Every ounce of her being is driven by her passions for the world. This makes her an alluring woman that men fall over themselves for. The things that she loves, she loves wholly and completely, giving her everything and undying loyalty. It is the Arabic way for women, they are all or nothing, there is no middle ground. Having little capacity for middle ground makes her very unwilling to compromise which results in her being difficult at times. That being said she isn't often unreasonable, and can find balance in most situations so long as she has gained something she wanted. Arabic women are masters with manipulation and bargaining, they don't often lose what they want. She is capable yet limited by her culture and current situation but she always has dreamed of more. No gilded cages, no canyon walls, and no shackles. She dreams of freedom in her life and to have control of her own destiny. She is a princess by blood but not by attitude or personality, in fact in her land she was considered everything a princess shouldn't be.

Asalah can not often be brought to anger, she has a calm demeanor in stressful situations, and does not take offense to most things others would. She is very intelligent and well mannered yet her personality is outgoing and bubbly. There isn't anything Asalah wouldn't try or do once. Life is about living after all. She is a sexual creature and does not feel shame or guilt in regards to sex or her body. She believes the body is a sacred vessel and it should be worshiped in all ways.

She is spiritual to a level but the last 19 years have broken much of her faith in the world or higher powers. She doesn't really believe in anything anymore. She is now a wilted flower that was once the most beautiful bloom in her land.

Flaws:
Possessive, intense, fierce, unbending at times.

History:
Born to the Nassar family, Arabian royalty. She was an only child and was raised as any Arabic Princess would be, behind large stone walls in the desert, locked away like a prized possession as she waited for a prince to buy her from her father. There were many offers for her hand but her father was reluctant to let her go. He loved her and cherished her, only in private however as Arabian fathers could not openly show affection to daughters lest be thought weak by their people. Her mother died in childbirth and her father never remarried. When she turned 16, her father planned a visit for her to the desert across the sea. It was a gift to her, more like a peace offering. He knew he only had one year past her 16th birthday to accept one of the proposals. That never happened though because while they were traveling through Mexico they were raided by the Thaykians. Her father was killed, her whole caravan was captured along with herself. She would have been married off or made a slave but she was barren and it was bad luck to have a barren slave, especially one with such an attitude. So she was labeled an untouchable and sent to scavenge for scraps in the slums. One by one her companions died until she was the only one left from her caravan. Asalah is a survivor and she knows better than most that you do anything you need to do in order to survive. She thought often of leaving but she had no where to go and would never survive the desert on her own. There was still a small hope however, that something, anything, would give her a sign. Show her what her path is, and guide her back to the world where the life could be breathed back into her and restore her from the hollow shell she has become.