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Firefly_Wanderer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 10:57 am
 Omorose Din " Kebechet"
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Tʜᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ's • Omorose Ramla Din(translates to beautiful prophetess)
Jᴜsᴛ Cᴀʟʟ Mᴇ: • Rose, Desert Flower
Dᴏ NOT Cᴀʟʟ Mᴇ: • Any form of derogitory term about her heritage or skin, Omo
Cᴀɴᴅʟᴇs Oɴ Mʏ Cᴀᴋᴇ: • Eighteen
Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ Tᴏ Mᴇ: • June Twelfth
Yᴇs, I Aᴍ A: • Female
I'ᴍ Iɴᴛᴏ: • Men
Wᴇʟʟ Oғ Cᴏᴜʀsᴇ I'ᴍ: • Mutant
Sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ Tᴀʟʟ: • Unaffiliated
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Lᴏᴏᴋ Aᴛ Tʜᴇsᴇ Eʏᴇs: • Bright multitoned, almost rainbow like
Tʜᴇsᴇ Lᴏᴠᴇʟʏ Lᴏᴄᴋs: • Chocolate Brown
Eᴠᴇʀʏ Iɴcʜ Cᴏᴜɴᴛs: • 5'7"
Gɪʀʟ, Lᴏᴏᴋ Aᴛ Tʜᴀᴛ Bᴏᴅʏ: • A gentle hourglass, Omorose is not overly busty nor does she have a lot of junk in her trunk. An avid gymnast, her muscles are tight and toned leaving just a bit of softness under her skin. Lean and flexible, Omorose takes pride in knowing that working hard has kept her healthy.
Tʜᴀᴛ's Mʏ Jᴏʙ: • Potential college student, otherwise unemployed
Hᴏᴍᴇ Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ Hᴏᴍᴇ: • Aswan, Egypt
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 4:20 pm
Oɴᴄᴇ Uᴘᴏɴ A Tɪᴍᴇ: • Born and raised the in endless shifting sand of the Sahara, Omorose is the youngest of the Din children. An ancient line descending from priests of Ra, the Dins worked and lived along side the pharaohs for generations. As the years passed their family became known to be 'blessed by the gods'. Several members of the Din clan had strange abilities and they were feared as much as they were worshiped. It didn't take them long to find others like them as through the generations the Din clan married only others like themselves. This habit brought their line to almost always produce a special child, a mutant. As time rolled on they had it down to almost a science leaving most males in the clan with some form of bestial power and the women blessed with the control of the elements. For centuries the Dins have been quietly controlling most of what happens in the land of Egypt with most people taking high ranked or pivotal positions in the country.
As the only girl Omorose had only her mother to look to in order to learn about her powers. Like most of the Din children, Omorose discovered her abilities at a very young age and entered a rigorous training lesson in order control them. More then a bit coddled by the men in her family, Omorose did her best to be the proper young woman that was expected of her but she could do little to quell the rebellion forming in her. Often she would vanish into the desert during the night only to return before dawn. It was during one of these outings that Omorose almost didn't come back. When she was ten she had been surfing down a dune the ground gave way and the young woman found herself inside of a long forgotten tomb. In the panic of the fall she ended up bringing half the dune down and wasn't able to get back out the way she came. No one was out at that hour of night and her calls for help went unnoticed. Though it took almost all the rest of the night, Omorose found herself out the far side of the tomb. It was the first time she didn't have her brothers or father to rescue her. This was the first time she had to use her own wits and strength to rescue herself. Her adventure in the tomb was the start of the change in Omorose and she found herself drawn to doing things her way not her mother's.
School became more of a breeze for Omorose as she threw herself at her studies hoping to do well enough to get a full ride scholarship to anywhere but Egypt. Omorose even took up learning how to wield a knife but she is not the warriors her brothers are. During all of this time learning about the modern world, she spends a lot of time learning to be the future Priestess of the Pharaoh. Ancient rituals, the old tongue, secrets about their world that not even her brothers know. Somedays Omorose wishes she didn't know them either. Regardless she has done her best to take them in stride and assist her mother whenever they perform any ritual. Lately though she has been spending more time with her brothers then her mother really liked. Omorose has slowly come to mimic her oldest brother, Onuris, thoughts on leaving. When he got a job in America working at a new casino he 'forced' her along but honestly she just likes to make him think that. Planning to go to school while there, the young woman is hoping to find a different history for herself instead of the one her parents seem to think she needs. Uɴᴅᴇʀ Tʜɪs Mᴀsᴋ: • Soft spoken and gentle, Omorose seems like a delicate flower. Kind in her ways, she is always fast to help someone in need. Omorose tries to find the beauty in life and does what she can to help others see it too. Quick to smile she has a playful side that isn't cruel or mischievous. She does her best to guard her heart and not let anyone outside of her family in. A bit rebellious, Omorose likes her freedom and wants to live her life the way she chooses and not the way her mother thinks needs to be done. Her temper however tends to be the one thing most people don't want to deal with. Having the desert sand at her disposal there were often sudden storms when her anger could not be quelled. Though she often protested it, Omorose rather likes the fact that her brothers and father tend to coddle her. It's nice to know that no matter what there is someone there willing to take a stand for her. When it happens to much though she tends to protest. A bit like a cat she's very much her own person and does what she wants when she wants despite everyone else's thoughts on the matter. X X Wʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴋᴇs Mᴇ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ: • - Her eyes. Not many people walk around with a rainbow in them
- A birthmark in the middle of her forehead. Her mother calls it her third eye but Omorose tends to joke that she's the daughter of the Indian trader. Wʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴋᴇs Mᴇ Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ: •
Sand Bender
Omorose often jokes about her 'bending' ability as she is not certain what else to call it. By flexing her will over it she can command it to do what she wants be that take a certain form, move it or shift it. Often back home she used it as a form of transportation as she sand surfed. Able to form coffin like structures around people, Omorose can crush the person within or pull it around herself as a shield. By bringing up small tightly compact chucks of sand she can fling them at high speeds in a maneuver she playfully calls sand bullets. Under extra circumstances Omorose is capable of controlling even glass. It is not easy for her to do and it wears her out very quickly.
Tʜᴏsᴇ Wʜᴏ Lᴏᴠᴇ Mᴇ: •
- Set Din, Father
- Onuris Rashidi Din Oldest brother
- Omari Ramses Din, Second oldest brother-
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Firefly_Wanderer Vice Captain
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Firefly_Wanderer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 1:42 pm
Gɪᴍᴍᴇ Gɪᴍᴍᴇ: • Loutus blossoms, she enjoys their look and smell • Cool evenings • Spending time with her siblings • Doing things her way • Cats • Flirting with boys her parents don't approve of Gᴇᴛ Iᴛ Aᴡᴀʏ:• Being told what to do • Crawling things • Getting stuck indoors • Hearing about their family's 'noble' beginnings • Dealing with foreigners • Getting woken up Iᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇs Mᴇ: • Never breaking free from her parents plans • Her brothers being harmed because of her • Tombs, she does not enjoy being underground at all • Being left behind X X Aʟʟ Tʜᴀᴛ Gʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀs: • SPECIAL ITEMS (be aware you may need to get approval from crew for certain things. If you aren't sure about it ask. better safe then sorry) Lᴇᴛ's Rᴏᴄᴋ: • Desert Rose by Sting
Bed of Roses by Two Steps From Hell
She Sees the Future by Two Steps From Hell
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 7:12 pm
 Welcome, Omorose, life is hard out there when you are a mutant. But hold on tight, stick fast to your beliefs and someday you shall find the place where you will shine.
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Firefly_Wanderer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 3:58 pm
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In the endless sands: (Location)
Words of the prophetess: (thoughts)
As violent as a sandstorm (emotions)
Under the petals: Hidden Bloom
My goddess: (OOC)
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