Description
Amisha stands a gorgeous and feminine 5'6, with naturally caramel-toned skin and long dark hair. She has soft features, while still coming off as mature and adult-like. Her lips are full and her face is slightly rounded over her more gaunt features- giving her an angelic gentleness to her. Her eyes are a creamy paled blue that come off more as a silvery gray than blue, caged by rich long lashes of pitch black. She usually ties her hair- reaching midway down her back- and wears a faint bit of make-up. Otherwise, she sticks to jeans and t-shirts, and simple Union Bay laceless shoes.
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Personality
Somewhat cautious, a bit overprotective, and always curious regardless. She has a sense of self-sufficiency, and a slight pride about having made it thus far alone. She feels singled out a lot though, and suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder that further evolved into a twisted depression. She still tries to hide the fact that her life is a twisted mystery, and keeps all secrets to herself.
Equipment
She usually is found in simple T-shirts and boot-legged low-riders (jeans) with laceless Union Bay shoes. She wears a bit of jewelry, but otherwise carries nothing of major importance on her. She keeps her money tucked into her bra, and keeps a small pocket knife hooked into her back pocket.
History
-Amisha was born in India, and raised in New Delhi (the capital city of India). Life there was hard, seeing as her parents were not rich, and the economy was collapsing in such a quick way that the caste system was becoming either high-class, or impoverished. She eventually ran away from her home and her depressive parents to live a more exciting life on the streets of New Delhi. There she met her two best friends, Ambar and Tarik. The kids roamed and stole, and lived a pretty adventurous life.
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But things got rough as Tarik began to sell drugs on the streets. He did it to support his sister and his friend Amisha. But one day, Tarik ended up getting jumped, and lost all the drugs. His dealer then came back and took away his sister at first. Amisha and Tarik then struggled to find his sister. But when they came up with only a body, Tarik lost control. He sought his dealer, and Amisha followed. What she witnessed was horrifying. Tarik too, died. And Amisha was beaten until she was thought to be dead.
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Rescued by tourists, she was adopted and taken back to America. The shock of being in a new country with a new language was as well horrifying, and her nightmares compelled her to flee this home just as she had fled her last. A young girl running as fast as she could.
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Within the passing years, she has closed herself down quite some bit. She took courses and dancing seems to be her passion. She is, as of now, a belly-dancer- one of the best- for the Black Light- a small Indian-style club, bar, and restaurant in New York. And because of her Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (from the destructive beating and other things that occurred that night) has gone untreated, it has warped into a sense of implosive and self-contained depression that seems to suck the life out of her day by day.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.