Sati Al'nefertari

[*Danakir]

Basic Information
Name: Sati Al'Nefertari
Aliases: None currently.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 26
Profession: Agent of the Hidden Temple
Languages: Common, Balbaddin dialect, Abyssal

Physical Information
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 147 lbs
Body build: Moderately curvaceous, wiry and extremely athletic build.
Skin type: Silky and unblemished, bronzed.
Hair style: Very long, nearly reaching the small of her back and straight. Shiny black.
Scars: None visible.
Tattoos: The eye of Horus emblazoned between her shoulder blades.
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Shiny black. [b]Eyes:[/b] Very dark brown. [b]Skin:[/b] Bronzed [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Philosophy: Holiest Ma'at is the highest virtue. Uphold it in all things. Destroy evil wherever you can. Serve the will of Horus-Re and be his willing instrument. Partaking of the joys of life is no wrong, however those who drown in indulgence soon find themselves lost to chaos. The wicked deserve no pity, they have turned from the gods. Do not lose yourself in the affairs of foreigners, remember your priorities.
Deity/Beliefs: She reveres the pharaonic pantheon. Her personal patron is Horus-Re.
Personality:

Sati is driven and dutiful. She takes her role as a Throne Shadow extremely seriously and her religious conviction and piety are exemplary. She loves her homeland deeply and strongly desires for it to continue to prosper and grow under the rule of Horus-Re's appointed Pharaoh. She is loyal in that regard. She does however subtly look down upon foreigners, often thinking of their ways as inferior or barbaric. She is relatively tolerant of other religions that share values with her pantheon but thinks poorly of darker gods and their followers. She loathes Set and abhors any who share his dogma. Due to her noble status she can have trouble empathizing with those of more common upbringing and often subtly patronizes those that seem her intellectual or social inferiors. She is nonetheless fair and compassionate though a believer in 'tough love'. She is ruthless with those who interfere with her holy mission or willingly give themselves over to evil. Despite all this, she has a refined sense of humor and much enjoys feasting and socializing where the opportunity presents itself. [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: She highly values her khopesh, her blessed instrument of vengeance against those who defy the gods.
Habbits/hobbies: She really enjoys board games though seldom has the opportunity to indulge herself nowadays. She regularly performs ritual cleansing on herself and her weapons.
General Health: Excellent fitness.
Weaknesses: She can be excessively patronizing and stubborn. Worse still, her intolerance of what she considers 'depravity' can paint her in a ugly light. Her often rigid adherence to religious dogma also hinders at times. She can be quite judgemental.

[*Danakir]

Dusk basks the world in the orange glow and golden fire of the setting sun. Sati smiles up at the much taller man beside her. Her hand feels small and loose in his, but she calls out to him affectionately nonetheless "It's so pretty, father."

The stern man cannot help but break into the ghost of a smile though his gaze remains unwavering against the dunes which slowly are swallowed by the coming penumbra. He lets go of her hand to ruffle her hair as he speaks up in a deep baritone "Sati, where is the sun now?" he asks of her intently.

"With mighty Horus-Re, his sun barge travels the Twelve Nights now." she recites enthusiastically, as if the words had been drilled incessantly into her skull.

"Right and wrong. Come." he moves with her a brass and bronze cage, opening it to reveal a blazing flame within that shines with the radiance of the sun itself. Sati is left speechless in awe.

"You cannot expect to walk always in the light of the eye of Horus. Sati, you are daughter of the Al'Nefertari. You must learn to prevail against the deepest night, knowing it is only the shadow of the sun." he explains to her though the young child seems both troubled and uncertain as to his meaning.

"Bravery, Sati. Faith is the vessel which carries the sun within each of us. Overcome the ordeal and prove yourself ready." he kneels down, grasping her shoulders even as she looks nervously between him and the fierce fire blazing coruscant against the thickening gloom.

"My jewel, fear isn't weakness. Weakness is allowing it to conquer your spirit and guide your heart. Learn to harness faith into zeal; Trust in His glory." he reassures her, meeting her eyes firmly "Reach into the furnace. Make me proud, daughter." he then stands up and steps back, folding his arms over his broad chest.

She can feel the trembling of her hands, ever her mind racing with the danger of such a brazenly harmful request. There is something familiar and comforting about the golden glow but still she can't dismiss her hesitation. In the silence save for the desert wind throwing sand about, she can't help but be distressingly aware of the choking darkness about her. Daylight is her home and haven, night is only the mystery she dreams away in the caring hands of the gods.

Swallowing hard, she steels herself despite her youth. It's alright. Father wouldn't lie to her. And the gods wouldn't abandon her, that's what she's always been told. And deep down, she believes it.

Surrender yourself to the gods and be made whole.

She runs to the pillar suddenly and thrusts her right hand into the hissing and crackling pyre. She instinctively flinches but the terrifying pain she apprehended does not come.

Opening her eyes wide, she watches with shock and wonder as her smooth skin remains untarnished.

"Faith is more than duty or performing daily offerings, Sati. What we have is the intimate conviction that we shall prevail against the dark." he moves over and touches her hand still resting against the hot embers within the gleaming bronze dish.

"We and the flame are alike." he instructs her carefully.

"WeÂ… and the flame are alike?" she repeats. His nod encourages her further "We and the flame are alike!" she peers at the night with new eyes.

Was the night from before ever this small and bright?

[*Danakir]

He's kind of dorky and shy. Masaharta doesn't really make much of a first impression on his senior. He receives few words and gives away less. Even only at the cusp of adolescence Sati can tell there's something awkward between them. An invisible wall neither of them is willing to discuss openly.

They eat in the same room, not together. They pray in the same room, not together. They train in the same room, not together.

Same places but as far apart as the sky and earth.

He's small and weak. She's never seen what elkoi children are like before so it's kind of a shock, they're so fragile. His own feelings are a mystery wrapped in an enigma, locked away as tightly as the lost treasures of the Forgotten Dynasty.

She doesn't really understand what's any of this about. So one day, she just asks him "Why do you act like I'm better than you? We're brothers and sisters. If you're good enough to fight our battles, good enough to speak our prayers, good enough to share our meals and homesÂ… why don't you think you're good enough?" the words are offered with disarming candor.

She doesn't remember seeing him speechless before, he's always been very contemplative and reserved. His blood runs even colder than hers ever could.

With some embarrassment he looks away from the scriptures they are studying together "Â… you're too direct."

Her eyes light up and her lips curl into a warm grin "Yeah, well, you're too slippery. I didn't know you were related to -snakes-." she knows she's hitting a sensitive cord.

"Those are fighting words, senior Sati." he warns her with an audible sigh.

"If it'll heat things up! Who ever heard of a cold sun?" her flippant attitude is nothing if not unexpected.

"I'm only son of wine traders. You know that." he protests only to be interrupted again "No, you're my fellow acolyte. And a friend." she stands up.

"I've never met any son of wine traders, just a bright young man."

That day, the small room was filled with many words.