Description

A short, but well muscled woman, Jaharin is the slightly over ripe age of 38. Her olive skin tone, black wavy hair and smooth brown eyes were once considered beautiful, but after scars and baggy eyes and stress wrinkles, it leaves her to have a more commanding presence minus the sexual allure. She looks weathered - her hands are as callous and tough as the boiled leather jerkin she wears. See equipment for garb. Her hair is normally too short to do anything. while not a boy cut, it stops at mid neck and is very messy and pieced. She is known as "Den Mother", because she manages who sets which new recruits are trained by who and makes sure that she pairs the child with someone whose personality compliments their own. You know when she walks in, that she's a powerful woman that commands more than just the presence of the room.

Personality

Having grown up in an impoverished world, Jaharin is obviously tough. When she wants something, she finds any way she can to get it. Outspoken and demanding, she is known to have a short fuse when you patronize her. However, if you do upset her, you won't know it immediately. Because of her years of training with mercenaries, she knows not to outright yell and punish someone in front of them, right after their reparation. Instead, she gives them a chilling warning of the punishment and leave them to find it once it can be arranged. The lesson to learn is that your actions always come back to a reaction. Needless to say, Jaharin is at her best when she's in control. The only time you will ever see her lose it is when she has lost all control of the world around her. However, just because she has a cold exterior doesn't mean she has no compassion for her people. Whenever new recruits enter her realm, she goes out of their way to make sure they are apprenticed by a fully fledged member that is best suited to their skill set and personality. She remembers how hard life was at their stage of life and knows that the life they are going to enter is even harder. Her maternal instincts make her ensure that every child entering the service has the best shot. Very rarely, she'll find a student of exceptional talents across the board and take them on herself.

Equipment

When not traveling incognito for a mission, Jaharin wears linen under shirt, underwear, leather breeches, knee high leather boots(two knives in each), long sleeve cotton jerkin, gloves, a boiled leather jerkin, a bandoleer of poisons, their cures and knives, a belt with duel swords that cross at the small of her back, a torch on her left hip and her shot gun on her right. Often times, she also wears a leather trenchcoat with more weapons. While this sounds very heavy and burdensome, the knives are made from a very lightweight steel alloy that keeps them from being too heavy for the fast action necessary in missions. Most mercenary trenchcoats have an inlay of chain mail and the boiled leather jerkins have a metal plate over the heart and sides, making direct stabs with sabers get caught in the chain mail and glance off the metal plates, thereby avoiding the vital areas.

History

Born to an impoverished family of twelve, she was the only one that escaped being sent out to The Abyss when she was six years old. Having nowhere else to go, she discovered Infraurbis one day when traversing the sewers to find a way into the aristocracy to find her family, for she believed the Abyss wasn't real. Upon finding Infraurbis, she was one of the most promising recruits and quickly rose to the top under the training of the leader of Infraurbis. When, after she was dubbed a full fledged member at the age of 20, said leader was caught and taken to the Abyss, Jaharin was heartbroken. He had become a father to her. He had shown her how to survive in a world where survival was a luxury. She quickly rose in officer and mentor ranks and is one of the most important and prominent members leading Infraurbis. She still believes many people are alive and that the Abyss was just another lie made by those who govern "The City" - and she won't sleep until the walls confining them are torn down.

So begins...

Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel's Story

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#2010-03-29 23:13:09, as written by Naerys No-House

Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel says,

“ msg Death_Fury_Z mhm~ I'll see if anyone responds to my charrie. if no, then I'll let yah know ”

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#2010-06-05 05:29:35, as written by Naerys No-House

Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel says,

“ groaned at the sound of wheels from where she sat on a broken down rooftop. She couldn't remember if it was from a swig of whiskey or a hard days work, but her head ached like nothing else, pounding as rhythmically as her heartbeat. The difference was, however, her heartbeat didn't bring her pain. ”

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#2010-06-05 05:35:05, as written by Naerys No-House

Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel See, she normally wouldn't be sitting on the roof of the slums. Her place was much, much deeper in the ground, amongst her little den of thieves. At least there she could have a warm fire and a cup of poppy milk to ease the pain. However, the cuts she sustained in her last job are making it a bad idea to try outrunning those who would follow her. She's best off laying low and waiting for the healing salve to kick in before going home. But she knew the rule; she knew here people would come soon to look for her in case of the plan going hay wire. But still - at least for the time being, she could steal a few moments of peace just watching the stars and relaxing her body and mind to think back to her mother and the gods they followed together. At least, until those squeaky wheels ruined it all. Covering her face with her leather hat, she wondered if she should throw a knife down just to shut the wheels up. Seeing as she was hiding, however, probably not the best option. So she closed her eyes, grit her teeth, and wait.

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#2019-08-30 03:19:59, as written by lostamongtrees

Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.

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#2020-01-08 08:18:20, as written by shentino

K'gara sniffs the air curiously and looks around observantly, her tail wagging a bit

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#2023-08-29 16:38:16, as written by lostamongtrees

It had been a while since she'd been to the Abandoned Slums. The exterior of The Grinning Ghoul wasn't much to talk about. She spit on the sidewalk and meandered inside.

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