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Kissare Shalafi

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DemiKara

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General Information


Full Name: Kissare Shalafi

Title: the Mage’s Sword

Monikers: Kassen the Bloodthirsty

Birthdate: unknown

Age: ancient, appears mid 20s

Gender: male

Bloodtype: AB+

Species: Human

Race: Babylonian

Occupation: General, Warrior, Prince

Social Class: Upper

Orientation: Heterosexual

Physical Information

Voice: deep

Overall Attractiveness: high

Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: red

Hairstyle: long, held back

Weight: thin

Height: 5’6”

Skin Tone: tan

Dominant Feature: hair



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Background


Familial Relations:
Brothers: Makai, Priel
Father: Shafiri

History

So begins...

Kissare Shalafi's Story

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Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: Kissare Shalafi
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Periodically in front of Wing City Hall, a citizen's market was held. A combination of farmer's market and artist's market, Nadya liked to go there primarily to speak to some other Russian immigrants who she knew. Of course, given that she was now much more closely watched by her guardian, she hadn't come unaccompanied this time. It was a nuisance, but Laura had been very serious. She could either go with an adult, or not at all, and the not at all would be enforced.

Well, it hardly mattered. Nadya got to lead the way here! The teen cheerfully ignored most of the booths as she made her way through the farmer's market, to the edge of the artist's market. The sea of white topped tents changed from open sided here to ones with clothe walls, but the teen didn't have to go far to find the booth she was looking for. An elderly lady sat in a rocking chair in the shade, her booth beautifully laid out, honey in jars of all sizes and shapes available. There was more than the simple bell jars here, glass shaped carefully into bears, or bees, or honey hives. Nadya waved excitedly at the elderly woman. "Babushka Sokolova!" She called out, clearly happy to see the elderly woman. The grandmother raised her head and managed a smile, and greeted the girl in fluent russian.

"Hello Nadya. It has been some time. You worried this old grandmother."

"You're hardly old at all, Babushka." Nadya assured the elderly woman.

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"Nadya... aren't you going to introduce me?" Catherine asked, reminding the young teen that manners were still a thing to be considered.
Laura had asked her to go with Nadya to the farmers market, taking full advantage of the fact that she could be quite soft hearted when it came to her or Brandon. There was also the fact that Council had issued her with mandatory leave during the period of the trial, apparently having expected it to last longer than it did.

Picking up a jar of honey, she listened to Nadya and the old woman talking. She also suspected half the reason Laura had asked her to go with was so someone would have some inkling of what the girl was talking about.

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"Of course!" Nadya agreed, having no clue Catherine spoke Russian. She smiled. "Let's get acquainted." It was the polite introduction in Russian. "Babushka, this is my acquaintance Catherine Dumitrescu. She is a friend of my guardian." She explained brightly. "Catherine, this is Irina Sokolova." She stuck to the english introduction for Catherine. "She helped the refugees from the camps get settled in Wing City." But was much too old to take in a child, and that was obvious looking to her.

A few tents away, a head of bright red hair stopped, eyes on Nadya. Nadya didn't notice, but they had been followed by the same red head since they arrived. The teen smiled happily as she looked between Irina and Catherine, clearly happy to show off her Babushka, even if she wasn't really her babushka. The elderly woman smiled, and spoke in English.

"It is good to see someone took you in. You needed more love than that fool running the orphanage had in her." Nadya pinked and smiled brightly to her friend.

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Catherine smiled politely as Nadya introduced her, having no clue that she mostly understood the conversation between the pair. "It's my pleasure to meet you Ms. Sokolva." She said in Russian, setting down the jar of honey she'd been looking at. "Nadya has said a great deal about your community." Catherine added, switching back to English easily. The conversation between Nadya and her babushka had been harmless enough, but she did need to remind the young teen that it wasn't polite to speak like that in public.

"And my niece is her guardian, and at times struggles... but does very much enjoy having Nadya around." She explained, thinking that that would be the easiest way to make the relationships understood. Laura's family had all but abandoned her after the months of chaos that had surrounded the discovery of what few abilities and magical affinities she had.

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"Ah! You speak russian! I didn't know." Nadya's eyes were wide and she stared up at Catherine, clearly thrilled. Still, she stuck to English, just in case Catherine's russian wasn't very good. It would be rude, after all to continue on too long. "And the group home wasn't too bad, Babushka. She was just distracted a lot."

The elderly woman scoffed. "Come sit with me child, and don't tell me such lies. That woman had no class. I'm glad you've been taken in by a proper family." She assumed Laura spoke russian as well, given Catherine did. Thus it was clearly a proper house, as only a russian home could be. "Does your niece make certain that Nadya keeps up her dancing? Ballet is good for girls. Teaches them discipline and keeps them out of trouble."

"I insist you take home that honey you were looking at, Ms. Dumitrescu. You're helping take care of my Nadya after all, and this girl needs all the help she can get."

The red headed man moved closer, slowly, seemingly looking over the produce of the booth next to the russian woman's honey booth now.

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"Ah, sadly my nephew never had the head for it." Catherine said nonchalantly. Rather, Brandon had never shown interest in the languages his aunt spoke, and it was usually English that was spoken at home. But that usually didn't stop discussions throughout his childhood with others who spoke the languages. "And he passed shortly after my niece came along." It was all an altered version of the truth, one that didn't necessarily need to be shared in public.

"But yes Nadya, I speak Russian and a few other languages; it's required for my job." She informed the teen plainly, as her attention wavered from the pair for a moment. Something felt off, but without using a fair amount of magic she wouldn't be able to tell. "To answer your question Ms.Sokolva, Nadya has been keeping up with her ballet. I believe there is a recital coming up soon?" Catherine said looking to the teen expectantly. The ballet was good for the other, it allowed her to bleed off some of the excess energy that drove Laura insane.
Laura had been close to not allowing the girl to continue lessons when Catherine had reminded her how good her own lessons as a girl had been. Granted it wasn't magic, but physical exercise could be as draining as the mental kind, and with time could allow for the clarity of the mind.

"Are you sure? I would hate for.." She added frowning as her attention lapsed again. Catherine thought that this must just be a side effect of the stressors from the last week.

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Nadya nodded and dug into her pocket, and produced a ticket for her babushka. The details of the recital were on the ticket and she presented it with a flourish. "I'm too young yet to be the prima, but I am the best in my class." She assured the elder woman. The woman pat the teen on the head, certain that was the case. After all, she was the daughter of two talented dancers.

"I will go, of course. And it is no trouble. It is a single jar! That will not make or break my business. Consider it a thank you, for caring for a member of our community, and letting her keep her culture. That fool at the group home tried hard to take her people from her. I like you much better." Still, for Catherine to have a niece or nephew, well, she must be the youngest of her sibling. There was no doubt a large age gap, the woman decided.

The man moved to the booth, and began examining the jars, curiosity evident. A sharp observer would note that he was well armed with knives, most hidden carefully, though his jacket set oddly on his shoulders.

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The fact of the matter was that Catherine had no siblings, and that her nephew had been from a previous marriage. But things worked in strange ways in the unseen world, families many times were cobbled together through adoption, rather than made by traditional means. "Of course then, thank you." Catherine said politely as she picked the jar back up, placing it a small net bag she had brought with on this trip to the market.

Noticing the man, and his bright red hair, she frowned again. There was something about him that made even her nervous. "Let's go Nadya, we need to finish one last errand before the place closes." She told the teen. She didn't want to be anywhere near that man and whatever he was up to. "Thank you again, Ms. Sokolva." She added, forcing the concern and worry out of her voice.

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Nadya didn't even know they had errands to run at all. Still, she gave her friend a hug goodbye and went to join Catherine. It was better to go along with these things, given Catherine always knew when trouble was going to happen, and was a cop. The teen really did try and listen to people in positions of authority after all. She just didn't always succeed.

The girl had to pass by the redheaded man as they left, and did so without expecting anything, only to have him grasp her tight enough to bruise about the upper arm. Uncertain, the girl paused, and tried to tug her arm away. "Hey, that hurts." She complained and tugged, though the muscled man's grip was not to be budged.

"Matumaini." His voice was gruff and his eyes piercing as he kept his eyes on the girl. Nadya went very still at that name, and then began to struggle in earnest.

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"Nadya?" Catherine asked after not hearing the normal happy chatter from the teen as they continued through the market. She had made it about three booths down before she realized that the girl wasn't with her. 'Oh bloody hell...' She thought rolling her eyes, suspecting that the girl had gotten distracted with some shiny bauble or interesting item. But Catherine was soon proven wrong as she saw the girl held firmly by the man that had been at the booth with them.

"Let the girl go." She said bluntly. Catherine had approached the pair silently and quickly, taking full advantage of the fact that she was capable of such things. "Drop her, before I drop you." She reminded the man, her side arm aimed at the back of his head, clicking as the safety went off.

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Nadya fought harder at seeing Catherine. "Let me go! I'm not her, I'm not!" She protested, and tried to kick him only to get hauled up and tossed over his shoulder, an arm across her thighs holding her against him. She struggled, but couldn't do more than push her upper body up.

The man turned and looked to the gun, unimpressed. "You might shoot Matu." He pointed out, and held the girl against him. She was slight enough and his shoulders broad enough it was easy enough to keep her pinned like that. "I'm sure you don't want that, not the least because I want her in tact, as does Father, and upsetting either of us is a bad choice."

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Why did this always have to happen on her days off? Chaos seemed more than intent on following her around lately.

"I doubt that." Catherine replied as her finger moved towards the trigger. She had no qualms about shooting the man, and wasn't about to use magic in such a public area. "She's too small a target, but you? You're a nice big bullseye." Catherine said plainly, hoping that if she did get a shot off, that the bullets with the runes would do their job. "Now drop the girl, I don't give a damn about upsetting someone, I've done worse."

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Nadya, not content to be rescued, grabbed not the man's ponytail, but strands from it, knowing well which hurt more, then yanking hard enough to pull them out. "Dammit, Kissare Shalafi, put me down!" She demanded, struggling, teeth bared. "I'm not Matu, not anymore. I'm Nadya, and you're being a great, big, BULLY!" She shouted in his ear, trying to be as unpleasant a captive as possible.

The girl swore and fought harder. Kissare raised an eyebrow and swatted her rear. "Stop that." He ordered and then looked to Catherine. "Admittedly, it would be harder to fight you while carrying her. And I can see you aren't going to just let me have her." He said and sighed, dropping Nadya roughly to the ground and holding his hand to her. The girl was very promptly bound by roots to the ground.

"Kissare! Not fair!" She pulled against the bounds, any pretense of being a normal 13 year old thoroughly gone, and she knew it. Catherine was going to have so many questions.

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Catherine momentarily lowered her gun and looked at Nadya incredulously. This was either going to go well, or result in even more trouble, and it looked to her like it was going to be the later. "Fight? You? In case you haven't looked around, the potential for casualties is astronomical." Catherine commented. She was going to do everything she could to avoid a fight, and get them the hell out of dodge before the man got any other bright ideas. "Let Nadya go, we have no business with you." She said mentally preparing the necessary spell required to free Nadya from the roots.

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Nadya huffed and stopped fighting the roots for a minute and closed her eyes, concentrating. She had the knowledge of her old lives, but not the control, not the practice. Every body was different after all. The teen tried to think of how to get out of this and tried to think of what she would have done when she was Matu.

...Remembering that, she decided, was kind of useless. Matu had been stupidly powerful and ridiculously impulsive. Maybe a different life then....

Kissare sighed and pulled a long knife, almost a short sword, from under his coat. "I have never cared about the possibilities of casualties. People die all the time. If I bring their death, then so be it. After all, what is it those mage's books call me? The bloodthirsty?" He gave a wicked evil grin, too many teeth showing. Oh yes, he had earned his nickname twice over, easily, and he knew that well. "But don't worry. I won't hurt Matu."

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"Mage books? What are you even talking about?" Catherine replied holstering her gun. There was too great a chance of hurting a bystander, and she'd rather not make herself more of a target than she already was for defending Nadya. Then the woman behind them in the booth started screaming at them in Russian, and Catherine just sighed. The tiny old woman then yelled something new, picked up a jar of the honey and hurled it at Kissare's head. The jar shattered on impact, flinging glass and honey everywhere.

"Woah!!" She exclaimed ducking quickly to avoid getting hit herself as the tiny woman behind her hurled another jar while screaming at the man in Russian.

However, this didn't stop some of the honey from getting on Catherine as she'd been standing close to Kissare. The front of her tshirt and jeans from the chest down was covered in random drips, and splotches of honey. A few glass shards had made their way into hair, covered with the same sticky goo.

"I think she likes you." Catherine commented, for the moment feigning stupidity with the man.

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Kissare swore as he was hit with a jar of honey of all things and wiped it from his face, ignoring the gleeful encouragement Nadya shouted to her Babushka. "Clearly." That had surprisingly hurt. The glass had also cut, and he sighed, not impressed. Makru would never let him hear the end of this. Still, he shrugged. "Look it up." He sid, holding up a knife. "Matu likes you well enough, so I'd prefer not to kill you, but long experience says she won't care too badly if I hurt a bystander."

He smirked and pulled a throwing knife out with his empty hand. "Shall we see if that still holds?" He would be more than happy to do so. "Back away, woman, before you get hurt." He wasn't fond of hurting women. They were weak after all, and it was hardly a test of his skills, or even worth his time.

Nadya huffed and pulled at his binds and glared to Kissare. "If you hurt Catherine, I won't forgive you, Kissare, I won't!"

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"I'm sorry, but I still have no idea what you're talking about." Catherine said bluntly, still feigning ignorance. If she could derail him long enough, to at least get most of the market evacuated, then that would be a minor piece of luck; miracles were something she wasn't inclined to believe in. But with enough luck and magic though she could likely cause enough of a disturbance to encourage the evacuation of the market on it's own. "Thank you Ms. Sokolova, but that's only making him angrier!" Catherine said to the tiny old woman who hurled yet another jar of honey at the man, screaming obscenities in Russian.

She didn't like using the magic, she didn't like the consequences that came with it, but this was a complicated situation. Reaching out, she cast an illusion designed to encourage the vendors and customers to leave. A herd of angry animals would likely do it, as most residents weren't afraid of gun fire anymore, but were somehow afraid of animals. "Back away? Not bloodly likely!"

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Kissare dodged and sighed, kneeling next to Nadya. "Matu, you have fierce defenders." He murmured, amused. "And this is more trouble than I had counted on. Another time, little sister. Try not to get yourself killed in the meantime." He said simply and stood, looking down at her. "I'll let you and your knight figure out how to get you loose...without getting hurt." That would be the amusing part.

With that, Kissare took off, joining the fleeing bystanders, pulling up a hood to hide his hair so he was harder to spot. Nadya sighed and tugged at the bonds not impressed. "At least that fucking bastard got cut. He's always been such a jerk!" She had forgotten Catherine knew Russian, and the teen tugged on the roots again, unimpressed. Great. She has globs of honey on her, mixed with some blood that had dripped on her from the redhead, and now Catherine was going to have so many questions.

"Babushka, are you okay? That man didn't hurt you?"

"HA! Did you see how I got him with the honey? My heart is stronger than that, girl. Now, how do we get you free?"
Whether Catherine chased after Kissare or not, or tried to stop him or not, Lina would come over to see fi she could figure out how to free her friend.

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Catherine absolutely no intention of chasing after this man, or any intent of biting off more than she could possibly chew. She'd already been down that road within recent memory and really didn't want a repeat. This time, it would all be above board and she would not be getting in over her head. "We can't take you anywhere Nadya." Catherine remarked as she picked a few shards of glass out of her hair and off her shirt. "And how the..." She added seeing now that the teen had been held fast and firm to the ground by roots.

"Oi... no wonder Laura wanted me to come with you." Catherine muttered to no one in particular. There were a lot of questions to be had after this, especially on all the part of all parties. "Language Nadya!" She then said turning to scold the teen, reminding her that she wasn't Laura and someone who wouldn't understand what had been said.

"But yes, how do we get you out of here?" Catherine asked slightly