Post by Raisa Artunis Shehzad on Sept 19, 2018 23:15:08 GMT -5
Raisa Artunis ShEHzad
by Steph
25
age
woman
gender
09/16/1993
birthday
blood status
half-blood (werewolf)sexual orientation
hasn't had the time available to figure it out occupation
Magical Bugs and Diseases Healer, Spell Damage Healer
general appearance
With light brown skin pulled tight against collarbones and wristbones, Raisa's often been described as delicate-looking. Wavy brown-black hair only softens the image more. A strong nose, dark eyes, and long eyebrows are immediately visible on her face, and the light freckles are only visible when she's been out in the sun often, or when people are looking close.
At 1.68 meters (roughly 5'6), Raisa's around average height, and wears heels to make herself higher. She doesn't much see the point in them, and her calves are pretty good without them, thanks.
There's some scars on the right side of her body, ones she's careful to keep concealed with charms and creams. She's got marks up her torso from roughly her ribcage to her collarbone, and her bite on her shoulder.
At 1.68 meters (roughly 5'6), Raisa's around average height, and wears heels to make herself higher. She doesn't much see the point in them, and her calves are pretty good without them, thanks.
There's some scars on the right side of her body, ones she's careful to keep concealed with charms and creams. She's got marks up her torso from roughly her ribcage to her collarbone, and her bite on her shoulder.
former school
Shule ya Uagadou ya Uchawiformer house
Kuamua achievements
Leader of Transfiguration Club,
Satevis of Astronomy Club (fifteenth best student by her graduation)
was not the Shehzad who caused another expulsion
Satevis of Astronomy Club (fifteenth best student by her graduation)
was not the Shehzad who caused another expulsion
university
Bayt al-Hikma
university major(s)
Healing, Astronomy
years attended
Fall 2012 - Spring 2016 (it took a year to convince the university to accept her once they realized she was one of those Shehzads)
skills
UNPREDICTABLE: see, the advantage with growing up with family who's gone to different schools, is that they all pass something along. Her own style is a blend of Persian (Savafid style, in particular) and Saudi, underlying the usual Uagadou blend, with a heavy sprinkling of Iraqi. There's similarities to other magic cultures, of course, thanks to ancestors passing down their own flairs. What this adds up to, is that when duelling her styles hard to pin down, and it takes more effort to prepare for ehr next move.
ASTRONOMY: you don't get to be the fifteenth-brightest student in the club and fourth in your year without a good helping of skill and study.
HEALING: her true passion. Healing isn't always the traditional path of Kuamua graduates, but Raisa challenges anyone who says she's more suited to something else.
TRANSFIGURATION: She's an Anamagus, after all.
ARITHMENCY: It's a speciality of Uagadou's, and Raisa rose to the expectation.
FOCUSING: It's how Raisa was able to do all she's done. She's able to put everything else aside, make up plans, and stick to them.
PEOPLE: Usually, she's good at talking to them, sympathizing with them. Her bedside manner's greatwhen she's not focusing on something else.
ASTRONOMY: you don't get to be the fifteenth-brightest student in the club and fourth in your year without a good helping of skill and study.
HEALING: her true passion. Healing isn't always the traditional path of Kuamua graduates, but Raisa challenges anyone who says she's more suited to something else.
TRANSFIGURATION: She's an Anamagus, after all.
ARITHMENCY: It's a speciality of Uagadou's, and Raisa rose to the expectation.
FOCUSING: It's how Raisa was able to do all she's done. She's able to put everything else aside, make up plans, and stick to them.
PEOPLE: Usually, she's good at talking to them, sympathizing with them. Her bedside manner's great
weaknesses
GLARING: she absolutely refuses to talk about it but one time in training she was told she'd wind up cursing on the mother and child if she didn't change her expression.
FOCUSING: while she counts this as a strength, she becomes rather single-minded on whatever she's doing, often forgetting to eat, use the bathroom, or take care of her hygiene.
MONTHLY CONDITION: It's a very sensitive subject, okay. She's still struggling to accept it herself.
HER FAMILY: Raisa loves them a lot, okay. They're safe back in Egypt and Uagadou, at least. Hopefully her brother and cousins won't be the ones to get themselves expelled yet.
HER FAMILY: The Shehzads who earn expulsion and infamy by Dark Magic. She's not like them, she doesn't particularly want to be like them. It makes her a little uncomfortable, really.
HER FAMILY CURSE: It causes a lot of stress that somehow through her actions she's going to carry it on. Especially now that she's a werewolf.
DESPERATION: She's not usually ruthless, but in desperation, she's her one and only priority.see coercement and memory-changing of others
FOCUSING: while she counts this as a strength, she becomes rather single-minded on whatever she's doing, often forgetting to eat, use the bathroom, or take care of her hygiene.
MONTHLY CONDITION: It's a very sensitive subject, okay. She's still struggling to accept it herself.
HER FAMILY: Raisa loves them a lot, okay. They're safe back in Egypt and Uagadou, at least. Hopefully her brother and cousins won't be the ones to get themselves expelled yet.
HER FAMILY: The Shehzads who earn expulsion and infamy by Dark Magic. She's not like them, she doesn't particularly want to be like them. It makes her a little uncomfortable, really.
HER FAMILY CURSE: It causes a lot of stress that somehow through her actions she's going to carry it on. Especially now that she's a werewolf.
DESPERATION: She's not usually ruthless, but in desperation, she's her one and only priority.
positive traits
Active, Adaptable, Ambitious, Anticipative, Capable, Caring, Clear-headed, Compassionate, Curious, Decisive, Efficient, Methodical, Observant, Stubborn
negative traits
Cynical, Callous, Deceitful, Desperate, Impulsive, Manipulative, Morally Ambiguous, Questioning, Restrained, Selfish, Single-minded, Stubborn
hobbies/interests
Astronomy, Arithmency, Transfiguration, Making Plans and Sticking to them, Schedules
accomplishments
Became an Anamagus while attending Uagadou
Managed to earn a probationary spot at Bayt al-Hikma, where ancestors have been expelled centuries ago.
Managed to earn a probationary spot at Bayt al-Hikma, where ancestors have been expelled centuries ago.
character history
Her family has a History of getting on the wrong side of schools. They're cursed, somehow. Some way. It's some evil ancestor they've forgotten, Raisa's half sure. After all, the most recent Dark sorceress in the family is far too modern to have been the cursed ancestor.
Really, at first it was almost funny, but eventually they were going to run out of ancient acclaimed schools, and the Shehzads would rather send their children to the school on the other ends of the earth than homeschool them. Due to some romance break-up gone horribly wrong, they're never allowed back in the Safavid School of Magic. And then a paper was published which led to a duel, and the Sasanid Institute won't allow them to even breathe nearby. And the Persian Academy? That ban's been in place four centuries, and no one knows why, or if the current Headmaster still remembers.
So then they had to send their children out of Iran to be educated. Iraq was of course first with their Babylonian Institute, but some great-grand aunt of Raisa's a few times removed got their name blacked out there. They never even got the chance for the Mesopotanian Centre. And then one by one, the smaller schools of magic in Afganistan, Pakistan, India, and Turkey closed their doors. They'd gone East before West, after all, tempted by the dozens of schools that might easily be found, before it was thought time to turn back.
Raisa's father then, ended up being educated in the Syrian school of magic before it was rediscovered about an ancestor that had apparently brought such disgrace that no one from his line could ever attend the school, and he was promptly expelled. Luckily, the Saudi school of magic took him in, and all went well-- until a younger brother of his closed the doors to that school forever. By the time Raisa was born, the best options were some of the smaller schools in Egypt or China.
It was thought that at least for Egyptian schooling, the language might be easier to learn, and there would be more of a common culture. Except then a few older cousins ruined that by closing all of the doors. By that time, however, Raisa was already six years old and well-settled in Egypt. They weren't going to uproot to China-- it was closer to the sea, after all. In Africa they'd presumably have more options of schools to get expelled from, and eventually maybe the curse would be somehow broken.
They did worry, really, which school would take the Shehzad children. Raisa's parents tried to seek out and bargain with the smaller schools, and some did seem like good fits until they would ask the schools that other Shehzads had been expelled from. Raisa's mother and some friends took up posts at magical schools vaguely in the area, to try and ease problems. Eventually, some luck came through, and a Dream Messenger left a note of acceptance on her pillow.
Her parents were both overjoyed and nervous. Raisa had younger siblings and cousins still, after all, and being the first Shehzad in a school was a heavy burden that they'd hoped would be borne by an older cousin. Lucky them then, that Raisa's great-aunt's infamous attempted attack had not been in an area close to Africa-- exaggeration might spread, but it might also be contained, and the story might have lapsed in neighboring continents after all these years. (It hadn't. Five decades isn't much.)
Raisa learned as much as she could about her future school. It hadn't been expected for her to go even further from the place she called home, and there were Chinese academies that were actually closer to Iran, as well as international relationships with China being much stronger than ties to Uganda. They'd give it a try, her parents decided. Maybe a larger school would delay the curse a little, and in a larger school, it might be harder to be expelled. Besides, if she became the next Infamous Shehzad, she might presumably be more open-minded than ancestors, thanks to the many types of people at Uagadou. They tried to be practical, and it paid off.
When it was her time to lean over the bowl, the image flickered. It's been some years, but she swears she saw what might be part of a zebra against green before she was staring at the lion of Kuamua. She didn't ask about it, thinking it would cause her to stand out, when she was trying to fit in. She wasn't one of the cursed Shehzads yet, she was just an Iranian witch who grew up in Egypt. A few of the professors were wary, but eventually relaxed once they'd had her in their classes. Raisa wasn't particularly brilliant with intent for the Darker spells, and made friends with people of all types. She wasn't going to fulfill her family curse, not right away at least. Besides, those were small schools, superstitious schools, and this was Uagadou, the oldest and largest school in continuous operation.
She learned Swahili with a Masri accent, to go with her Farsi-accented Masri, and her Farsi that was beginning to have a Masri accent. And when she started to learn English, her accent wasn't quite pinned down, as her instructors had different mother tongues. Uagadou was the largest melting pot she'd ever been in, after all. Students from all over the almost twelve million square miles, and a few like Raisa who weren't born there but went all the same. They got along well enough, and her years were mostly uneventful, except when her younger siblings started attending. Or when an instructor would quickly pull her aside to mention they were going to talk about histories of Dark mages, and they were including a relative.
She enjoyed Uagadou, earning high marks in her core classes as well as her chosen three of Vodoun Religious Studies, Arithmency, and Ancient runes. She joined the larger clubs in the school-- Astronomy, Arithmency, Medicinal Studies, Self-Transfiguration, Anamagus Study. Like many of her class, she set forth to become an Anamagus, studying long hours into the night and consulting with professors.
To the relief of her family, her form was small, a type of desert rodent that wasn't likely to cause fear. Common, almost unremarkable unless out of its natural habitat. Her distinguishing marks were unremarkable, merely some fur tipped darker at the ends. once she became an Anamagus, her new goal was to achieve acceptance into Bayt al-Hikma, an ancient university one of her many-times great-grandmothers Amestris Shehzad had been expelled from. Raisa would say that process was almost more difficult than becoming an Anamagus. A year of hard volunteering, no less than twenty letters of recommendation, and several interviews finally earned her a four-year probationary period.
The university was best-known for Healing and Astronomy, said to be founded by the sages who survived the original House of Wisdom's destruction. Raisa's years were spent on a razor's edge, aware that if she acted out once, she would face expulsion. Raisa therefore, took extreme caution to make sure that didn't happen. She started out unevenly, having to relearn some incantations, some casting motions. She pushed through, and her time was successful. Once Raisa graduated with her Healing credentials she set back East to Iran, hoping she'd be able to find a career in a hospital there.
She was successful, and her graduation from Bayt al-Hikma only enhanced her, enough so that the name of Shehzad might be looked past. It was steady, it was good save for someone saying she'd curse a laboring mother, and she quite enjoyed it. It was perfect, and Raisa's life was setting into place in front of her, until she decided to seek out the family of a suddenly missing patient.
She doesn't quite remembered what happened, because she blocked it out. But she woke up in her hospital, her right side heavily bandaged. She was told what had happened to her, and left alone for her own composure. She'd either been attacked or tried to subdue a werewolf, who clawed at her first, and then bit her shoulder. What happened to the werewolf was unknown (though Raisa has her suspicions), and she was found before the bleeding grew too much.
She had to leave Iran then, she knew. She had to keep it private, keep it hidden-- a Shehzad who was a werewolf would cause far too much fear. She couldn't go to places where it was likely her family might be, because she couldn't close doors for them. But she was a Healer, and maybe the two would balance out, that if she helped enough people, she could make up for. . .
But that wouldn't happen, not if she was a werewolf. Couldn't, because no one would trust a werewolf Healer. So Raisa turned to her family, found the cousin who had been expelled from the Egyptian school. There were always those in the family more likely to turn, and he'd been one of them. He had a gift for memories, changing and editing them, and that was what she needed right now. She pressured him, she begged, and within the day, she gotten him to agree to wiping the memories of her attack from the Healers who had treated her. She destroyed her treatment papers. She had to keep this private, and she and her cousin parted as allies.
Britain had gotten a new Hospital director, one known for skill and passion. She'd exile herself there, take what she must. And so she went, carrying with her scars and her secrets. She's managed to procure herself a supply of Wolfsbane from one of the other Healers, and though the magic-losing sickness terrifies her, she hasn't treated a werewolf for it yet. If she's found out, she knows she'll lose everything-- her Healer's credentials, her certificates of graduation will be made null and void, because she'll have proven that she can't be trusted. She'll be sent to prison, she's fairly sure. If she survives that long.
But she had to. She couldn't be one of those Shehzads that she's grown up hearing so much about.(she might be starting her on her way)
Really, at first it was almost funny, but eventually they were going to run out of ancient acclaimed schools, and the Shehzads would rather send their children to the school on the other ends of the earth than homeschool them. Due to some romance break-up gone horribly wrong, they're never allowed back in the Safavid School of Magic. And then a paper was published which led to a duel, and the Sasanid Institute won't allow them to even breathe nearby. And the Persian Academy? That ban's been in place four centuries, and no one knows why, or if the current Headmaster still remembers.
So then they had to send their children out of Iran to be educated. Iraq was of course first with their Babylonian Institute, but some great-grand aunt of Raisa's a few times removed got their name blacked out there. They never even got the chance for the Mesopotanian Centre. And then one by one, the smaller schools of magic in Afganistan, Pakistan, India, and Turkey closed their doors. They'd gone East before West, after all, tempted by the dozens of schools that might easily be found, before it was thought time to turn back.
Raisa's father then, ended up being educated in the Syrian school of magic before it was rediscovered about an ancestor that had apparently brought such disgrace that no one from his line could ever attend the school, and he was promptly expelled. Luckily, the Saudi school of magic took him in, and all went well-- until a younger brother of his closed the doors to that school forever. By the time Raisa was born, the best options were some of the smaller schools in Egypt or China.
It was thought that at least for Egyptian schooling, the language might be easier to learn, and there would be more of a common culture. Except then a few older cousins ruined that by closing all of the doors. By that time, however, Raisa was already six years old and well-settled in Egypt. They weren't going to uproot to China-- it was closer to the sea, after all. In Africa they'd presumably have more options of schools to get expelled from, and eventually maybe the curse would be somehow broken.
They did worry, really, which school would take the Shehzad children. Raisa's parents tried to seek out and bargain with the smaller schools, and some did seem like good fits until they would ask the schools that other Shehzads had been expelled from. Raisa's mother and some friends took up posts at magical schools vaguely in the area, to try and ease problems. Eventually, some luck came through, and a Dream Messenger left a note of acceptance on her pillow.
Her parents were both overjoyed and nervous. Raisa had younger siblings and cousins still, after all, and being the first Shehzad in a school was a heavy burden that they'd hoped would be borne by an older cousin. Lucky them then, that Raisa's great-aunt's infamous attempted attack had not been in an area close to Africa-- exaggeration might spread, but it might also be contained, and the story might have lapsed in neighboring continents after all these years. (It hadn't. Five decades isn't much.)
Raisa learned as much as she could about her future school. It hadn't been expected for her to go even further from the place she called home, and there were Chinese academies that were actually closer to Iran, as well as international relationships with China being much stronger than ties to Uganda. They'd give it a try, her parents decided. Maybe a larger school would delay the curse a little, and in a larger school, it might be harder to be expelled. Besides, if she became the next Infamous Shehzad, she might presumably be more open-minded than ancestors, thanks to the many types of people at Uagadou. They tried to be practical, and it paid off.
When it was her time to lean over the bowl, the image flickered. It's been some years, but she swears she saw what might be part of a zebra against green before she was staring at the lion of Kuamua. She didn't ask about it, thinking it would cause her to stand out, when she was trying to fit in. She wasn't one of the cursed Shehzads yet, she was just an Iranian witch who grew up in Egypt. A few of the professors were wary, but eventually relaxed once they'd had her in their classes. Raisa wasn't particularly brilliant with intent for the Darker spells, and made friends with people of all types. She wasn't going to fulfill her family curse, not right away at least. Besides, those were small schools, superstitious schools, and this was Uagadou, the oldest and largest school in continuous operation.
She learned Swahili with a Masri accent, to go with her Farsi-accented Masri, and her Farsi that was beginning to have a Masri accent. And when she started to learn English, her accent wasn't quite pinned down, as her instructors had different mother tongues. Uagadou was the largest melting pot she'd ever been in, after all. Students from all over the almost twelve million square miles, and a few like Raisa who weren't born there but went all the same. They got along well enough, and her years were mostly uneventful, except when her younger siblings started attending. Or when an instructor would quickly pull her aside to mention they were going to talk about histories of Dark mages, and they were including a relative.
She enjoyed Uagadou, earning high marks in her core classes as well as her chosen three of Vodoun Religious Studies, Arithmency, and Ancient runes. She joined the larger clubs in the school-- Astronomy, Arithmency, Medicinal Studies, Self-Transfiguration, Anamagus Study. Like many of her class, she set forth to become an Anamagus, studying long hours into the night and consulting with professors.
To the relief of her family, her form was small, a type of desert rodent that wasn't likely to cause fear. Common, almost unremarkable unless out of its natural habitat. Her distinguishing marks were unremarkable, merely some fur tipped darker at the ends. once she became an Anamagus, her new goal was to achieve acceptance into Bayt al-Hikma, an ancient university one of her many-times great-grandmothers Amestris Shehzad had been expelled from. Raisa would say that process was almost more difficult than becoming an Anamagus. A year of hard volunteering, no less than twenty letters of recommendation, and several interviews finally earned her a four-year probationary period.
The university was best-known for Healing and Astronomy, said to be founded by the sages who survived the original House of Wisdom's destruction. Raisa's years were spent on a razor's edge, aware that if she acted out once, she would face expulsion. Raisa therefore, took extreme caution to make sure that didn't happen. She started out unevenly, having to relearn some incantations, some casting motions. She pushed through, and her time was successful. Once Raisa graduated with her Healing credentials she set back East to Iran, hoping she'd be able to find a career in a hospital there.
She was successful, and her graduation from Bayt al-Hikma only enhanced her, enough so that the name of Shehzad might be looked past. It was steady, it was good save for someone saying she'd curse a laboring mother, and she quite enjoyed it. It was perfect, and Raisa's life was setting into place in front of her, until she decided to seek out the family of a suddenly missing patient.
She doesn't quite remembered what happened, because she blocked it out. But she woke up in her hospital, her right side heavily bandaged. She was told what had happened to her, and left alone for her own composure. She'd either been attacked or tried to subdue a werewolf, who clawed at her first, and then bit her shoulder. What happened to the werewolf was unknown (though Raisa has her suspicions), and she was found before the bleeding grew too much.
She had to leave Iran then, she knew. She had to keep it private, keep it hidden-- a Shehzad who was a werewolf would cause far too much fear. She couldn't go to places where it was likely her family might be, because she couldn't close doors for them. But she was a Healer, and maybe the two would balance out, that if she helped enough people, she could make up for. . .
But that wouldn't happen, not if she was a werewolf. Couldn't, because no one would trust a werewolf Healer. So Raisa turned to her family, found the cousin who had been expelled from the Egyptian school. There were always those in the family more likely to turn, and he'd been one of them. He had a gift for memories, changing and editing them, and that was what she needed right now. She pressured him, she begged, and within the day, she gotten him to agree to wiping the memories of her attack from the Healers who had treated her. She destroyed her treatment papers. She had to keep this private, and she and her cousin parted as allies.
Britain had gotten a new Hospital director, one known for skill and passion. She'd exile herself there, take what she must. And so she went, carrying with her scars and her secrets. She's managed to procure herself a supply of Wolfsbane from one of the other Healers, and though the magic-losing sickness terrifies her, she hasn't treated a werewolf for it yet. If she's found out, she knows she'll lose everything-- her Healer's credentials, her certificates of graduation will be made null and void, because she'll have proven that she can't be trusted. She'll be sent to prison, she's fairly sure. If she survives that long.
But she had to. She couldn't be one of those Shehzads that she's grown up hearing so much about.(she might be starting her on her way)
parents
Amira Safavi and Meherzad Shehzad
siblings
Soraya Amestris Shehzad, Roshanara Shirin Shehzad, Azar Siavash Shehzad
children
please. she had plans.
partner
nope
other family
A lot of Dark witches and wizards throughout mostly-local history. they're really not a Dark family, it's probably a curse or something
Firuz Shehzad - first cousin.
Ayelet Rivka Azoulay - first cousin once removed.
Firuz Shehzad - first cousin.
Ayelet Rivka Azoulay - first cousin once removed.
family history
They're not a Dark family. Really, they're not.
That's what Shehzads say, at least, and it's the general opinion of most of the people they know that would agree. Still, it can't be denied that every couple generations, an infamous Dark mage of great power rises to the forefront, has a few short years or months of fear where they lead a fair amount of followers, and then are eventually defeated. Defeated, flees, dies in glorious battle after taking out their foes-- really, it varies from speaker to speaker. Other than that, the Shehzads are an unremarkable family on the surface: fairly well-known to have Muggle ancestry somewhere, ancestors who have have their names written in history. The usual, really.
Except for the funny little situation of not being able to keep to a school for a generation, really. Minor details, though extremely irritating. It's due to that they usually try to stick to the smaller schools, rather than the eleven called the greatest modern schools-- they'd rather not risk ruling out the well-known school, claiming they find the historical weight and localized magic more to their style. It's far too dangerous to risk expulsion from one of those schools, after all.
The more recent Dark sorceress in their line was an aunt of Raisa's father who counted herself among one of Grindelwald's allies and then later, one of his successors. Her brother was far more quiet, and cooperated well enough with magical law enforcement to have Gordāfarīd Shehzad apprehended. Nothing dramatic like an ambush, mind you, simply reporting her early childhood in the hopes to have his other family spared.
It's known at least one reasons of pre-emptive expulsion is due to Gordāfarīd's attempted attack on one of the desert schools. She apparently wanted to make a dramatic and historical enough entrance, so rather than Apperating to the school, decided to have them arrive on all manner of beast. The creatures managed well enough, but arrived at the school in a bloodthirst and riderless, the mages upon them having somehow been lost in spelled sands. (Needless to say, it's going to be another two centuries before any Shehzad can so much mention the name of the school, because the beasts were not rounded up without injury).
Raisa's father was rather mild-mannered, despite what his expulsion might have suggested. Very much the professor type, he was both scatterbrained and brilliant, more likely to mumble something into a pile of ancient papyrus with his robes only half-buttoned than to follow the path of aunts, uncles, and other ancestors in their quest for power.
Raisa's mother had simply been--
Well. There's no simply about Amira Safavi. Neither of her parents were magical, and if Meherzad Shehzad was wind and water, Amira was earth and fire, unpredictable, sharply focused, and dependable. They met in Yemen, married back home in Iran, and started to set out their own family. There had been a few Shehzads who had earned themselves and the family exile from countries based on plans to overthrow governments they viewed as corrupt, and Amira Safavi fit right in with those.
That's what Shehzads say, at least, and it's the general opinion of most of the people they know that would agree. Still, it can't be denied that every couple generations, an infamous Dark mage of great power rises to the forefront, has a few short years or months of fear where they lead a fair amount of followers, and then are eventually defeated. Defeated, flees, dies in glorious battle after taking out their foes-- really, it varies from speaker to speaker. Other than that, the Shehzads are an unremarkable family on the surface: fairly well-known to have Muggle ancestry somewhere, ancestors who have have their names written in history. The usual, really.
Except for the funny little situation of not being able to keep to a school for a generation, really. Minor details, though extremely irritating. It's due to that they usually try to stick to the smaller schools, rather than the eleven called the greatest modern schools-- they'd rather not risk ruling out the well-known school, claiming they find the historical weight and localized magic more to their style. It's far too dangerous to risk expulsion from one of those schools, after all.
The more recent Dark sorceress in their line was an aunt of Raisa's father who counted herself among one of Grindelwald's allies and then later, one of his successors. Her brother was far more quiet, and cooperated well enough with magical law enforcement to have Gordāfarīd Shehzad apprehended. Nothing dramatic like an ambush, mind you, simply reporting her early childhood in the hopes to have his other family spared.
It's known at least one reasons of pre-emptive expulsion is due to Gordāfarīd's attempted attack on one of the desert schools. She apparently wanted to make a dramatic and historical enough entrance, so rather than Apperating to the school, decided to have them arrive on all manner of beast. The creatures managed well enough, but arrived at the school in a bloodthirst and riderless, the mages upon them having somehow been lost in spelled sands. (Needless to say, it's going to be another two centuries before any Shehzad can so much mention the name of the school, because the beasts were not rounded up without injury).
Raisa's father was rather mild-mannered, despite what his expulsion might have suggested. Very much the professor type, he was both scatterbrained and brilliant, more likely to mumble something into a pile of ancient papyrus with his robes only half-buttoned than to follow the path of aunts, uncles, and other ancestors in their quest for power.
Raisa's mother had simply been--
Well. There's no simply about Amira Safavi. Neither of her parents were magical, and if Meherzad Shehzad was wind and water, Amira was earth and fire, unpredictable, sharply focused, and dependable. They met in Yemen, married back home in Iran, and started to set out their own family. There had been a few Shehzads who had earned themselves and the family exile from countries based on plans to overthrow governments they viewed as corrupt, and Amira Safavi fit right in with those.
other
wandless, was an anamagus? is.
The whole werewolf thing really screws that up.
Languages:
Farsi (Native, Expert)
Arabic (Expert)
Swahili (Expert, but she's a little rusty)
English (Intermediate)
Turkish (Beginner)
Technically, she can read a little Old Persian Cuneiform, but very sparingly, and very few words.
She's much better at Pahlavi, but that's a written language.
She can read some Pazend. (Kidding. That was Great-Aunt Gordāfarīd.)
The whole werewolf thing really screws that up.
Languages:
Farsi (Native, Expert)
Arabic (Expert)
Swahili (Expert, but she's a little rusty)
English (Intermediate)
Turkish (Beginner)
Technically, she can read a little Old Persian Cuneiform, but very sparingly, and very few words.
She's much better at Pahlavi, but that's a written language.
face claim
Medalion Rahimistatus of application
COMPLETEhave you read the rules?
yeshow did you hear about us?
werecat ran in through the door with a message in mouth
roleplay sample
forever done with bullshit when it's not her own
