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Iabiel

A Dijin with no master and currently free until some human has the wit to summon her that is...

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by joco3899

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Name: Iabiella (Last Name Unknown)
Aliases: Ia - Iabiel - Ibby
Titles: Iabiel the Gentle - Ia of Solomon - Iabiel the Forever Odd
Age:Appears Twenty-One
Race: Appears Roman - Italian
Species: Dijin - Marid
Height: 5'5
Weight: 170

Main Occupation: Nomadic Bard - Hunter - Following her current master's orders
Minor Occupation: Wish Granter - Poet
Style: High Heels - Dresses - Gowns - Stockings - Semi-Regal
Current Location: Living in a beer infested bottle within Gambit's Bar - The Other Place
Current Master: None

Power level: Extremely High
Speed level: High
Agility level: Very High
Magical level: Extremely High
Intelligence level: High
Social Level: Average

Alignment: Neutral Good
Morality: Varies
Favored Totems: Mocking Bird - Brown Rat - Irish Wolfhound - Japanese Wasp
Favored Elements: Tree Bark - Fresh Snow - Flames from a Blue candle
Favored Incense: Blackberry Tea Leaves - Cinnamon - Apple Juice


About Dijin


Djinn, an ancient, Islamic, invisible, illusion-casting species who live for centuries, can manifest in many forms and travel anywhere instantly. Like the Greek daimon, they are spirits of an intermediate nature between humans and angels. It is said in Q'uran that they are an ancient species who were created before humankind from smokeless fire. The Djinn have no bodies of their own but are masters of illusory disguise. However, because the Djinn are made of fire, wen they manifest in human form they have flaming eyes, which are set vertically in the head, not horizontally as human eyes. Aside from human form, certain Djinn also appear in the shape of black dogs or snakes or toads or black cats. They are considered the cause of violent sandstorms, whirlwinds, and shooting stars.
Although Djinn inhabit ruins, wells, kitchen fireplaces, and public baths, their favourite abode is the desert. Some believe Djinn live just under the sand in organized towns and only rise to the surface to harass humans. Some have heard music from Djinn "villages" — campsites like human nomadic abodes —which suddenly appear and then vanish in the blink of an eye. When journeying through the Arabian desert it is necessary to call out to the Djinn and ask their permission to pass by. Each place has its own resident spirit, its ancestral genius loci, and one addresses it respectfully. If answered by a sudden whirling pillar of sand, it is wise to turn back at once.

Lore
One day King Suleyman (or King Solomon), who had great powers and a formidable magic ring with jewels given him by angels, used his art to gather the multitudes of Djinn around him, for he wanted to see what they looked like. He conjured them to come to his presence, and as they poured forth in vast numbers, the earth trembled. When they became visible to him he reported he saw a legions of aberrant creatures, some two-headed, some fire-breathing, and then many thousands in shapes of fantastical hybrid animals with the head of a cat and the body of a dog and hooves, or with heads on backward. With his magic ring held high, he watched as they bowed to him, for he could subdue all but Iblis. King Suleyman used his magic powers of good, and he soon had a legion of Djinn building for him, diving for pearls, collecting jewels, and mining minerals. No human could craft metal like the Djinn , and their fabulous rings play a part in many tales.
It is said that for each human born, a Djinni (singular) is also born. He is a kind of supernatural twin who tempts the human being forth to do the wrong thing. He is always present, as are the angels the human has to guard him. The Djinni can change form. If a black cat were to enter the house at night, he might actually be the twin Djinni of a member of the household, and if he is hurt by his human twin, the human will inflict harm upon his own self as well. The result of such an event is insanity. Along this line it is said that if a human unknowingly eats Djinn excrement, his intelligence shoots up immediately. This the proverbial expression, "He has eaten Djinn dung [goh-e-djeri]!" of a very bright child.
All Djinn are closely intertwined or involved in human affairs. Like fairies, Djinn steal human babies and substitute their own. They also indulge in petty demonic acts like pushing people down stairs, making them yawn uncontrollably, spilling their milk, and giving them nightmares, but these are minor annoyances compared tot he serious maladies that Djinn are known to cause, such as epidemics, convulsions, insanity, and death.
In the Q'uran, chapter 72 ins named for the Djinn, and there it is said: "And some of us are the righteous, and some of us are otherwise. We are sects differing." It says in this chapter that some Djinn have surrendered and they are not harmful, and some have deviated, and the latter will go to hell.

Disarming & Dispelling Techniques
Since all Djinn are invisible and plentiful as sand, they are considered to always be present and listening — reputedly they know every language — so care must be taken when discussing them. One must never inadvertently injure them by throwing water on a fire — they often rest in ashes. A stone thrown in the desert may injure some invisible Djinn offspring and force retaliation. Any black cat, black dog, or snake might be a Djinn, and therefore these animals must be treated with respect. Never sweep at night, for obvious reasons.
Fortunately there are many documented ways of keeping the malevolent Djinn away. The first method is to recite the protective bismillah "in the name of Allah." To eat without reciting the bismillah is virtually an invitation for Djinn to lurk in the food, where they may be ingested along with the meal. The prayer is effective at other times when it's known Djinn are near, such as when turning off a lamp at night or stamping out a campfire.
Djinn loathe salt. When used in food, salt will keep them away, as will salt sprinkled on the floor, carried in pockets, in shoes, tucked under the pillow, or thrown up in the air at night while out walking. Since Djinn are attracted to human blood, salt is a necessary at such events as circumcision, the slaughtering of animals, or childbirth.
Djinn also abhor loud sounds. They are afraid of pins, needles, silver, iron, and steel. Successful exploitations of this fear include wearing a metal ring, keeping a knife under the bed, stringing a nail around the neck, or adding a coin to the bathwater. Djinn are repelled by strong odors in particular the smell of tar drives them off at once.
If Djinn should get inside a human, a cure must be found to drive them out or the person will become insane. Many of the disarming techniques above can be used to expel the creatures. Tar, for example, can be used on the body, in addition to the inhalation of smoke or incense along with specific incantations. Salt is usually put under the pillow of anybody who is ill. Most often, the recitation of the sacred words is employed, as are charms written by people skilled in such things. Often the charms are written in the Djinn's native language, far more ancient than our own. One interesting cure involves preparing a meal (salt-free) for the Djinn. The ill person, in order to stimulate the Djinn's appetite, eats a morsel while the Djinn watch hungrily from within, then exit the human body to enjoy the rest of the meal. The meal should be placed far away from the patient for best results.


Although...in some cases; The books can be wrong..."
-Iabiel


Even so some, very few, Dijin are rather nice in certain circumstances. If trapped into bottles, lamps, and other random objects that happen to be just laying around, the Dijin was probably placed there upon good reason weather it be that they did not follow their last master's rules, a curse, or were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Usually, most Dijin are rather grateful that you have set them free and with their almighty powers, will usually grant wishes to you. Yet depending on how long the Dijin has been in their so called solitary confinement, the Dijin might be all the more happy to do whatever you please, or simply be so hungry and eat you, or even be too excited to even notice and just simply flee. Either way, it all varies.

How to summon Iabiel


As any summoner should know; protection is vital when summoning a demon/spirit/entity at any given time. Upon a flat surface, one must know the common seal of protection and draw upon the flat surface with either black or white chalk. The common protection of elements, guards, symbols, etc. etc. should all be written down clearly and perfectly for the said summoned being will be quick to study and read upon what you have written down upon their seal and yours in attempts to break the binds that hold them in the mortal realm. Mistakes are not an option!

Once you have drawn your own protective seal, hopefully at least in a nice five foot radius of yourself, it is time to draw upon the said seal of summoning. Certain seals of summoning vary depending on what you wish to summon, others are easier, most are quite difficult to remember, yet all are just as effective as the last if drawn properly. For Iabiel, it has been known that she does not enjoy the shape of a circle, this said reason is still said to be known, yet it is preferred that you draw either an octagon or a very large square. Follow the said symbols and writings upon each spot in where they belong; hopefully you have copied such drawings down upon a paper after looking them up in books or files or where ever you managed to come across her summoning tome.

Now that both seals have been drawn down with perfection, one must have either silver or iron upon their body, just for extra protection. Note: Salt does not always work as well as what many have to say. This varies with whatever you are summoning! Once that is done, certain things would be best placed around the summoning seals, or at least within the room. Not only does this bring the summoned force at ease, but it summons them faster when they are familiar with the common things that they favor.

In Iabiel's case, she simply enjoys it when dark blue candles are lit at each corner of her seal and lit. She usually prefers being summoned in the fall or spring during evening hours or just when the sun is setting. If you wish to summon her during the day, it is wise to have either scented candles or incense burning cinnamon or blackberry tea leaves. The smell of apples or apple juice also seems to put her tensions at ease. Within a tin bowl, or preferred; a clay pot, place fresh snow. Has to be pure white and no dirt or grim whatsoever should be mixed in with the snow. Place the said pot of snow between you and her as a peace offering Beside it should be a feather of a mocking bird, or the carcass of a Japanese wasp.

Although music is not recommended, the sounds of violins or harps seems to make Iabiel feel much more at home and tends to make her excited and hopeful so she may quickly get to work on her commands and please you the best way possible. Her personality varies, yet all other summoners have stated that speaking clear and coherent when giving commands are conversing with her is highly recommended as well as being polite, respectful, and gentle. She is not one that enjoys working in teams and has a nasty habit of attacking other summoned beings without giving much of a proper excuse.

Past Masters:
King Solomon
Cleopatra
Queen Elizabeth
Joan of Arc

So begins...

Iabiel's Story

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Character Portrait: Iabiel Iabiel says,
 A bottle had been sitting with the other bottles within Gambit's Bar for a good few hundred years now. Fat, rounded, and old, the brown beer bottle had a silver stopper at the top and within, if one were to reach up and stare closely, they would see a very tiny human being within the half full contents. Sloshing around within the beer, forever wet dark brown hair and bright sunbeam yellow eyes darting around with confusion. Sudden movements, vibrations, and loud sounds seemed to alert the young woman within whom was forever trapped inside. Her tiny fists banging against the glass, yet unheard and unmoved at all. The woman had practically given up hope of any being, young or old, that was able to see her, let alone even notice the common brown bottle resting between all the other bottles as if a needle in a haystack. She sighed deeply, spending most of her solitary confinement watching the patrons do their own thing.

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Character Portrait: Iabiel Iabiel says,
 The tiny woman wasn't all to surprised that nearly four to five hundred years ago, her past master came in here for a drink, became drunk and began flashing his 'ever so almighty god-like' powers around the bar like some idiot. Soon enough, he summoned her to prove his worth, bragging to the other drunks yet they only saw a pretty girl and ignored her drunken master to flirt with her. She retaliated like any woman would and insulted the men on contact with a slap to the face. Of course, enraged, they turned to her so called master and her master was quick to retaliate by cursing her in this half drunken bottle of cheap beer. Leaning against the glass walls Iabiel simply splashed in the water in idle daydreams of freedom, her head pulled upwards to stare at the silver stopper that was her only way out. Yet because of being a Dijin, silver burned at her life force like flames upon dry wood and there had been countless moments in where she almost died because of that damn thing.

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Iabiel shifted her gaze about the bar, her view wasn't the greatest since the brown glass that was her prison seemed to distort and confuse the looks upon things. Yet, it was better than not seeing anything at all, and over the countless years, she had learned to simply adapt to such things. Blinking vibrant yellow eyes lazily, the Dijin wiggled her nose before leaning forward to cause the bottle to wobble somewhat precariously upon the edge of the counter. Quickly excited, she stood up, pushing all her tiny weight against the bottle and forcing it to nudge just a bit more. Obtaining an idea, Iabiel took a few steps back before shoving herself against the glass once more. "One more shove..should do it.." she said softly before taking a few steps back once more. Letting out a battle cry, she vaulted forward at inhuman speeds, causing the bottle to topple forward and fall off the shelf.

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Character Portrait: Iabiel Iabiel says,
 The bottle fell rather hard against the ground, yet like plastic, the glass bottle landed with a thunk upon the front bar table and simply rolled over upon its side idly. Iabiel howled with rage as her body glowed a bright green color that seemed to be seen quite well within the brown bottle itself. Two hundred years upon a damn shelf among other empty bottles, she had managed to get some level freedom and now...now...the bottle couldn't even be broken. Damn it, her luck was just downright terrible! Flailing about and splashing water against the glass walls, she cursed in multiple languages quite loudly, her voice drowned out by music and other people conversing as she tried to obtain some level of lazing eyes in her directions.

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Character Portrait: Iabiel Iabiel says,
 Floating above the surface of the beer, bubbles popping around her as the odd carbonation of the contents seemed to ease her mind. After the whole incident in trying to free herself from her prison, she had given up for the evening and decided to simply rest like she always did; floating in beer, forever wet clothing and hair, while watching the fermented fumes rub against the brown bottle that was currently her domain. Humming a gentle tune, the tiny woman within looked around the area with sunbeam yellow eyes with curiosity before giving a deep yawn and stretching, she stood up to rub her eyes and study the current patrons within the bar with idle and lazy curiosity.

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Iabiel stood there near the stopper, staring at it with evil and rage as she managed to scoot somewhat closer. Her aura even singed somewhat with sparks the closer she got to it. Suddenly, someone or something bumped the bottle to the side, sending her flying into the silver stopper. Like a high powered, magically induced bug zapper, the silver stopper caused Iabiel to howl in pain and be shot towards the other end of the bottle. Hair frazzled and puffed up, the tips burned off and her eyes dizzy, Iabiel groaned loudly at the sudden pain that was quick to numb up against her body. Black smoke and smog puffed out of her nose and mouth as she stood up to wipe the ash that was once her fingernails off her hands within the bubbling contents of the beer.

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Iabiel groaned loudly once more as she flopped within the beer, rubbing her eyes and looking around somewhat with her vision distorted by the glass brown bottle. She managed to pull herself away from the silver stopper before curling up tightly to tend to her wounds. Shifting somewhat, her body was quick to morph into a rather large brown rat and squeak loudly up at others before quickly shutting up since she was easily overlooked by most larger folks. Changing back into a human form once more, Iabiel managed to regain her fingernails back, which seemed to put some level of ease within her mind as she hummed a lazy tune while making bubbles in the beer.

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Iabiel screamed loudly, sudden movements causing her to dig her nails into the glass groves and perking up as the bottle was turned upon its head and the beer contents poured out. She took the chance by instinct, falling out and splashing upon the table before quickly transforming herself into a giant japanese wasp and buzzing loudly with excitement. Her translucent wings fluttered loudly, removing the sticky beer as her abdomen wiggled with delight. Crawling away from the beer, she managed to make her way upon Vexion's hand and cling to it tightly with her mandibles digging into flesh and clawed grip embedding themselves upon his skin. As if hugging him, the wasp did not sting him what so ever, yet the sight of a wasp the size of his hand would probably set a few people off.

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Iabiel moved to the side somewhat so that she rested in the palm of his welcoming hand. At first, she spoke no words, still a bit excited upon her freedom as large black eyes stared up at Vexion idly. "So to speak, my past master thought it would me ever so nice to place me within a bottle of cheap beer for the next three or so hundred years...of course..when he passed into the void, so went the only way I could be freed.." she explained with a crackling humming tone. Iabiel fluttered her wings once more before crawling up his arm somewhat and gazing up at him with curiosity. "Yet thanks to you, and indeed I thank you plenty of times over and over again, I am now free! For your generous actions, I am able to grant you three, and only three wishes.." she said softly while transforming into a large brown rat and resting upon the bar table with her thick whiskers wiggling and large pink ears twitching.

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 The fat brown blinked deep black eyes with unsure thoughts before thumping the tail upon his hand and chuckling. "Then you have the option of either taking the three wishes or not. You do not have to make the said wishes at this instant..no..not at all! Take some time, think over them, then simply call my name and I shall be there to grant them!" she said while pulling herself up on hind legs and wiggling her tiny pink fingers playfully towards his direction. "Ah, Iabiel is thine name..now, if you'll excuse me, I must tend to myself, I reek of beer and I have been within the mortal realm for quite some time..I need to regain myself before I fade out of existence completely!" she grunted. Suddenly, the rat leaped off the table and at mid jump, the large rat became a rather big Irish Wolfhound, gray-brown fur and long legs making their way towards the fireplace before resting just inches away from the flames.

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Iabiel gave a deep yawn, sitting down before the fireplace and staring at it with idle contentment before laying down upon her belly and stretching her hound legs. Long tail thumping and twitching somewhat, she enjoyed and welcomed the heat hungrily, her body absorbing such energies and regaining her old strength back that she had before going within that damn bottle. Soon enough, the irish wolfhound yelped in pain at a few troublesome kids were quick to prod at her thin rib cage with a large stick. She snarled loudly, scaring the kids before chasing after them around the bar before outside and returning with bleeding maw. She licked the blood from her mouth, now full, energy full, and alert, Iabiel made her way back towards the fire place to simply relax for the first time in ages. Sitting down, she gave another yawn, lapping up the last traces of an eaten child away before shifting into her human form and began picking at her dark brown hair.

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Iabiel perked up, hair somewhat cleaned now and tied up into a lose ponytail as she removed her high heeled shoes to dry her stockings. Humming gently, her ears perked up as she heard a man praying. Having been used to such prayers, and people doing it, such things really didn't phase her too much anyways. Shrugging off such actions, her attention returned to the fireplace, throwing upon another log before leaning forward to absorb the overwhelming heat that bellowed outwards against her thin body.

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Iabiel felt her back go straight as she turned her head to the side and her yellow eyes darting in his direction. "Why do you care?" she responded softly before feeling the fires die down. "I don't see why I should be throwing whom and what I am to strangers without them having a very good reason and proper background on what and why they need such information upon myself..." she added while turning her head back around and pulled her legs close to her body to hug herself.

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Iabiel shrugged and nodded before looking over his attire and sighing deeply. "I've killed before in the past, present, and will in the future is more likely. Personally, most of my actions are to blame upon past masters, yet because of religion being perpetually in the way of EVERYTHING these days, it does not surprise me with humans...you're the only species I know that kills their own kind for personal gain..or just for simple satisfaction..." she said with a childlike giggle before brushing a few strands of hair from her face. "And I did not 'kill' the child. I ATE him. Two different things if I might say so myself. He shouldn't have poked me, let alone even approached me without any greetings. Quite rude. Maybe in his next life he'll learn how to be more polite.." she said while returning to her own idle thoughts.

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Iabiel was quick to grab his hand, wrapping her fragile fingers around his warning grip before standing up slowly. Suddenly, she yanked forward at an instant, her body veering him forward as well as she kicked her leg back to slam against his groin and plant it there firmly. Her other leg bent, and with gravity upon her side, her great strength sent the man flying forwards, over her shoulders and crashing into the great fireplace. Still holding his hand, she bent the metal that surrounded it with ease as if it were melted butter before letting go and frowning at him. "Mr. Johnson Tediuis, I do not enjoy being touched. Do not touch me again please and thank you.." she said bluntly before turning around and walking primly across the bar room before sitting down upon a stool and began looking at a menu.

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Iabiel tuned out the idle threats that the overly steroid induced male spat out at her. She was used to such things and had a mighty fine way of handling them. Skimming over the words within the menu, she hummed somewhat unsure what to order before finally making the option in just ordering some apple pie. Conversing with the waitress, she nodded somewhat at the woman's questions before sliding her hand into the pockets of her dress and pulling out a wallet. Never really understanding the values of currency within mortals, Iabiel had managed to still have a few hundred bucks still folded safely away. Tossing a twenty upon the table, she leaned forward to stare up at the bottles and grin ever so more.

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Iabiel pulled herself out of her daydreaming as she averted her gaze upon the waitress whom returned with pie. Grabbing a napkin and tucking it just under her neck, she picked up a fork before bowing her head with respect towards the woman. Leaning forward, she sniffed the contents with curiosity and chuckled. "Apple crumble pie!" she squealed while taking a nice bite out of the said pie. Enjoying the tasty meal, Iabiel managed to grab a common newspaper nearby, reading over it while nipping the fork with her teeth.

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Iabiel ate up the pie in a good few moments, her napkin being dabbed against her soft lips as she leaned forward to rest the newspaper upon the table. She had missed much, too much actually, and needed to catch up on the times. Sadly, her solitary confinement sent her towards a one way trip of ignorance and loss of current events. Leafing through each page carefully, she read every single word and frowned a bit more with each turning page. "This...this is just great..I'm stuck here in this realm, unable to go home since my last master died and he trapped me in a bottle. Can't dismiss myself and...everything has changed..." she snarled to herself while looking around. "Maybe I could trick someone into dismissing me...might be easy enough to handle since it looks like overpopulation has led to stagnant interbreeding of things..although there are a few that I might need to avoid.." she mumbled to herself while tapping her fingers together.

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Iabiel chewed on her now regrown nails idly before speaking up once more to herself. "Nope, dismissive is out of the question then. That, and the said information upon myself is probably de-" she stopped. Staring at Axel then at the male from before she studied his gaze and frowned. "No thank you..." she said bluntly before pulling her hair out of the ponytail style. soon enough, she turned back around, leaning her back against the table before returning to converse with herself. "Maybe there's a magician around here..maybe not, possibly not. Although the chances seem to be fifty fifty around here, the odds are still at my favor.." she said while tapping her fingers upon the table and looking up at the ceiling.

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Iabiel blinked her yellow eyes and chucked at the Dunmer being. "An intriguing being that seems to attracting more male specimens than what she actually needs.." she commented with a bite in her tone before grinning. "Either way, what do you need...or want?" she quickly added before turning around somewhat and folding her legs in.