Author Games: Dungeon Brawl

Hero: Yasmin Aziz

Author: lovesyae

Name: Yasmin Aziz

Age: 24

Race: Human

Personality:

Her mother taught her respect. She also taught her how to hold her tongue, how to scan an audience, how to appear one way and feel another. These teachings, honed through years in the harem, never registered until her mother was gone. The arrogance and foolishness with which Yasmin once held herself burned out of her, leaving behind searing scars. Now, older and wiser, she relies on her need for survival and revenge; there is no space in her heart for such trifle things as emotions.

Appearance:

Yasmin's silky black hair curls in the rare humidity, with uneven ends peeking out under the headscarf she wears when training. Kohl lines her amber eyes and golden jewelry adorns her head, while silks that her mother had commissioned for her swish after her every step. Her slender frame easily slips in and out of crowds, her feet light and dancing. She was once told that she looked like her mother, one of the most beautiful girls in the kingdom. But what use is beauty, if it can't keep away the one thing foolish men fear the most: death?

Backstory:

From a land where the sun kisses the earth and the sand outnumbers the stars, Yasmin Aziz journeyed to the Nuhan Kingdom with the heavy burden of guilt on her shoulders. Her past mistakes led to so much pain and loss, and now, she acts with much more restraint and caution, torn up by the ghosts of her past.

With nothing left in her land, where the traces of her family called out to her every night, Yasmin refused to waste away as so many others did. The pitter-patter of all of her half brothers and sisters in the harem was no more. Even the judging gaze of the crown prince, which she dreaded to be caught under, became something she wished to have once more. The palace in which her family once roamed stood empty, a silent testament to her failures.

Instead, she traveled to the foreign kingdom with promises of riches, magic, weapons, and most importantly, tasks to keep her mind in this world, not the next.

Weapons/Skills:

Yasmin wields her shamshir as if she holds two; she used to best all other siblings who dared to challenge her. With a blade nicked from the weaponry room, Yasmin had secretly copied the princes' instructors until they reluctantly allowed her in. The calluses on her hands and the scars on her arms silently speak of her battles while her confident stance and measured blows tell of her victory.

She arms herself with not only her shamshir but also the air around her. The wind listens to her beck and call; the blood sacrifice her mother gave to the gods made it so. This gift came with a heavy price, at the price of a life. Knowing this, Yasmin never fails to push her gift to the limits, anger and grief tainting every gust.

Anything Interesting:

The breath of a jinn rests on her eyes and the winds of the heavens reside in her blood.