Country Affiliation: Heliohapt
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 16 (February 6th)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: heterosexual
Personality: Quiet, calm, strong. Traits long forged by the captivity she grew up in as a slave. Quiet, because being noisy, voicing her own opinions, even crying were all punished severely. In most cases Humayra keeps to herself until spoken to or unless she actually needs something from someone (ie a shopkeeper with wares she's interested in) She comes off perhaps a bit shy, often rude in the crowd as she won't take the time to recognize or apologize for an accidental shoulder bump, being of the opinion that if she didn't initiate it then it isn't her problem, or at least it shouldn't be her problem.
If a fight does break out and she's involved, Humayra will deal with the situation in the only way she really knows how... by being stronger than her opponent and using brute force to subdue the offender. This comes from Humayra's formerly tasked role of being Faisal's protector and personal bodyguard.
Sweets and fluffy things have a profound pull with Humayra's heartstrings. Deprived of any want during her time as a slave, she can't help but to appreciate the things which bring her comfort. Touching wares, soft and silky cloth, sniffing decadent foods. Most of which are things she couldn't afford the luxury of owning or partaking in...
Likes:
1) Sweets. Because every girl likes sweets, right? Once, when Faisal was a more understanding master, He'd shared a particular sweet tart with the Fanalis girl. She's been searching for the rare delicacy that is strawberry tarts ever since...
2) Fluffy things. Animals, pillows, anything you can flop onto and sink your head into. There's something very comforting about fluffy things that helps to soothe Humayra's sometimes frazzled nerves.
Dislikes:
1) Closed spaces, Particularly any space with locks to keep people in or out as they remind her of when her late slave owners would lock her inside her own room at night.
2) Stares are uncomfortable and serve only to remind Humayra that her physical appearance is so obviously different than others. People staring also often leaves Humayra wondering if she's being unfairly judged for something...
Aspirations: Humayra aspires to tear down and remake the world around herself into one that is freed from the incredulous judgment of others. An all-encompassing goal with a hurdle so high it might not be possible for one person to take on alone... It may be an utterly selfish goal but Humayra is bound and determined to see the day when those around her are no longer capable of playing judge just because they fear the unknowns surrounding her Fanalis origins...
Phobias/fears: Regression. Or more specifically a state of reversal and feeling trapped. Having gained a taste of what freedom feels like Humayra fears going back. Back to that silent, solitary room. Back to a point where she couldn't help herself. There's nothing worse than being unable to escape. Perhaps its irrational to feel this way after so much time spent in forced servitude under the weight of irons, but Humayra would rather die than go back to that feeling of helplessness ever again.
Face-Claim: Exusiai - Arknights
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Height: 159cm
Weight: 51kg
Appearance: Humayra's cropped and disheveled hair always appears to be matted somewhere along her head. As for her eyes, it's hard to look at Humayra straight without wondering what exactly she's thinking about. Is she lost? Perhaps scheming something? Or am I somehow being being judged by her right now?
As far as clothing, Humayra doesn't own much. A pale and simple hooded dress that carries down nearly to her bare feet, perhaps only to help hide the iron slave bindings which still adorn her ankles, their chains obviously having been broken off.
She fidgets unnaturally if questioned or interrogated for almost any reason, making one wonder if Humayra is guilty of something before she can prove that she's not.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: Is it a trick of the light? Or perhaps some shadow of magic? Whatever it is, one can't help but feel as if they'd seen (if only for an instant) a halo of light floating above Humayra's head. Or was it just a shadow? One hidden by darkness...
History:
As a baby Humayra was sold into slavery for cheap and with a promise to the proud new owners that her upbringing could be more easily molded to suit their needs. Reality was however that the slave merchant didn't want anything to do with the expenses associated with caring for a child too young to fend for herself.
Faisal was three at the time his parents brought the baby Fanalis girl home. He was overjoyed (as a three-year-old could be) when they told him she would be for him and him alone from then onward. As she belonged to him, Faisal named the girl Humayra, red, the color of her hair and her eyes.
As soon as Humayra could walk and speak her first few words, the caring and coddling of Faisal's parents officially ended. They ingrained into the girl the role she was to hold within the family's estate. House chores and an obedient companion and protector to Faisal were the expectation. Any deviation from this desired behavior resulted in swift and immediate punishment. If Humayra cried she was punished. If she objected or complained about anything, regardless of how small? Punished. Humayra soon learned to keep to herself, keeping her mouth shut, and always follow orders.
When she turned five, Humayra's roles as the family slave were extended. Whenever Faisal stepped out of line, she became the example and would be forced to accept Faisal's punishments in addition to any she herself incurred. The Fanalis girl didn't try to understand why she needed to be punished for Faisal's wrongdoings, only that she now resented him for his careless behavior whenever he chose to act out.
Arguing with the status quo was out because she'd be punished for it. Becoming sick or getting injured became a personal dread for Humayra because it meant makeup chores and responsibilities would be thrust upon her heavier than before she'd become sick or hurt.
When she approached the age of eight, Humayra with her Fanalis stamina and strength, would be sent into the market with Faisal to shop for the family's needs. From here on she began to witness the city and its populace and how they treated those around them differently. Her own appearance, her obvious Fanalis heritage, was scorned, ridiculed, and even feared by those who didn't understand what she was. They knew nothing about her and yet they talked. Talked to Faisal, who in his own right found it best not to take sides that favored being aware of how Humayra felt after several visits to the market and other places within the city.
As she approached her teenage years, Heliohapt became affected by a startling event. A massive slave trading event was orchestrated but sympathizers to the slaves chose to rebel against it by setting off explosives all around the city. In the chaos many slaves were set free and a monstrous djinn-like being emerged and set its sights into a rampage that destroyed much of the city. Humayra learned later on that many of the freed slaves had fled their captivity thanks to the valiant (though likely very foolish) efforts brought on by the rebels. It was around this time that the Fanalis girl began to curse her own fate as she was one of the few slaves in Heliohapt who'd not been set free...
Due to the events which later became known as the Festival of the Broken Sun(?), Faisal's parents grew more strict with Humayra. Her presence remained under supervision for the longest time. They'd seen how the events affected their slave population and would not have the Fanalis girl getting any ideas. She was their property, of which Humayra would be reminded each night when they locked the chains binding her legs to yet more chains in a sealed bedroom, forbidding the girl from relieving herself until the dawn, lest she desire to face even more aggressive punishments. Humayra had never had thoughts of escaping before but now the desire slowly manifested as she continued to curse at her own fate.
Several years later a new uprising had begun. Slaves rebelled, Bandits roamed the streets of Heliohapt causing chaos, Humayra trapped in her room each night yet fully aware of what was now happening within the city. She'd managed to sneak a strong iron rod into her captive bedroom and hide it where Faisal's parents wouldn't notice. It was large enough to be sturdy that it wouldn't bend easily, yet small enough to fit through the loops of her chains. So when left in the room locked away where no one could witness her efforts, Humayra made to wedge the rod through the closest looped chain of her bindings. She was strong, Fanalis strong. But that didn't mean she had the strength to break the iron cuffs around her ankles by herself. Instead she used the rod to twist and snap the chains that bound her legs together, designed to restrict her movement. It was both a painful and fear-filled process, but her prison lay on the far end of the estate, out of earshot from anyone nesting cozy in the master suites. With the chains removed, Humayra moved silently through the mansion on padded bare feet, Faisal's parents clearly thinking it unnecessary to lock the door of their slave who was secured by heavy irons.
Faisal's parents were the first to suffer death. Swift and at the hands of their own daggers as the Fanalis girl severed their lifelines. Faisal would be last but she wouldn't be satisfied giving everyone a quick death before she escaped from the estate and into an uncertain future...
Role-Play Sample: "What... are... you-*cough*-doing...!?" Faisal's pride choked back the tears swelling up in his eyes even as he could feel his lungs heaving, seeking to pull in the air they could not obtain. His predicament seemed an impossible one. Humayra, the Fanalis slave-girl his parents had purchased specifically to be his personal attendant when he was still just a young boy, now cradled his body in a locked position. Humayra herself wasn't altogether heavy, weighing at just barely fifty-one kilograms, but her strength as a Fanalis more than made up for it now as the girl's fingers pressed down, threatening to crush his throat.
"I'm ending this." Humayra responded, grim solace spread across the Fanalis girl's face at the satisfaction she gained seeing Faisal's face slowly turn red, then purple as he struggled in vain to push her off of him. She'd unwillingly watched the chance to find freedom several years ago pass her by during the Festival of the Broken Sun. But now? Now Heliohapt was once again in turmoil. Slaves were revolting. Bandits and other ilk were causing chaos in the streets. If she didn't use this chance then she might never get another.
For the first time in his life, Faisal felt real fear. Perhaps it was due to the fresh blood splattered up the girl's forearms. A grim understanding washed over his emotions and tears began streaming down his cheeks.
Humayra had already killed his parents...
