Adventurer Saffiya Ahmulett

[Silent Goddess]

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Saffiya Ahmulett

ALIASES

The Monster, The Golem, Safie

AGE

23

GENDER

Woman, She/Her

SEXUALITY

Pansexual

SPECIES

Flesh Golem

ORIGIN

An abandoned Necromancer's study, the Infinite Wilds

OCCUPATION

Adventurer, Hard Labor

ROLE

Muscle, Vagabond, Knowledge seeker

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the self

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Saffiya is good natured at heart, willing to lend a hand to those in need. But her unnatural existence is not always met with kindness, and she is not above meeting people's fearful attacks with malicious retribution.

She is aware that her appearance is unsettling, so she takes it upon herself to wear layered clothes, headcoverings and veils. Often wearing flashy jewelry to draw attention away from the parts of her that are visible. She even carries pleasant smelling things with her to cover up the faint smell of putrifaction that always seems to linger on her. Anything to fit in with the people around her.

ALIGNMENT:

Chaotic Good

LOVES:

Perfume, Jewelry (Regardless of quality), Nice Fabrics, Star watching, Magic, Lightning, Incense

HATES:

Fire, Tight Spaces, Carrion Birds

GOALS:

Find the person who created her, Learn who she once was, Find a place she can belong

FEARS:

Fire, Hateful people

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the body

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HEIGHT:

7' 10"

HAIR COLOR / STYLE:

Long hair, often braided and hidden away. Most of her hair is wavy and dark brownish black. A strip running from above her right eyebrow and ending at the middle back of her head is chestnut brown and perfectly straight.

EYES:

Her left eye is dark brown, the right eye is Amber

SKIN TONE:

Depending on which part of her you're looking at, Saffiya has pale white skin, golden tan skin, pale green skin, or dark brown skin. Mostly people can only see part of her face, which is mostly pale white, with a small patch of pale green past her right eye

PHYSIQUE:

Athletic, a little curvy, but not bulky

APPARENT AGE:

26ish

VOICE:

Raspy Mezzo Soprano

ATTIRE //

Saffiya wears heavily dyed flowy fabrics that hide most of her body, including a head covering that covers all but her eyes, and gloves. She wears loose pants tucked into her boots under a long skirt, just to be sure that no one sees her scars. Layered over her clothes are shiny (often cheap) bits of jewelry. Usually she wears dark indigo clothing, or dark red.

MODIFICATIONS //

Both ears are pierced and have three earrings each, she has a septum piercing, and an eyebrow ring on the left side. There is a large snake tattoo that is half cut off wrapping around her left arm.

SCARS / MARKINGS //

Saffiya has been pieced together from several people, Scars from the stitching are still present over most of her body, the only regularly visible one is on her face over her right eye where the pale white and pale green skins are stitched together.

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the power

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ABILITIES //

-Much stronger than normal humans
-She can replace damaged body parts with parts from other people. (See Liabilities). Despite this, severe enough damage to her body, or even just too many cumulative small injuries, will still result in her death just like a normal person would experience.
-Cold temperatures don't bother her very much

LIABILITIES//

-She doesn't heal naturally, so if a bone breaks it is going to stay broken until she has the time and parts to replace it.
-Open flame scares her
-Most animals don't like her, except scavengers, who usually consider her food.

GEAR //

An old sword she found when she came to, and an amulet she thinks belongs to her creator

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the story

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Saffiya Ahmulett remembers very little of who she used to be, bits and pieces of family and friends cross her mind at times, she knows she used to work at a loom but isn't sure if it was as a job, a hobby, or necessity. Mostly she remembers a dark night and fires in the distance. Until she woke up in the abandoned study.

Saffiya had come to a rather strange awakening. She opened her eyes with no memory to find herself in some sort of wizard's research space. Jars and vials of various disturbing contents lined the walls and tables. Notes that she couldn't understand covered pages scattered across the room. Arcane symbols covered stone tablets. And there she was, in the middle of it all. She couldn't remember who or where she was, but when she looked down at her hands she knew they weren't hers, and they certainly didn't belong to the same person. She had found a reflective tray and held it up to see herself, then spent the next several hours crying.

She was a monster.

Or at least she thought she looked like one. It was clear to her that she had been pieced together from at least four different bodies, and she was fairly certain none of them were hers.

It took her a long time to stop cowering from her own reflection and stand up again. She decided not to try looking at herself again, and instead found some loose sheets of fabric, tore a hole in one to fit her head through, tied it at her waist, and started trying to find her way out.

As she searched for an exit from the room and it's horrible contents, she kept seeing the same symbol over and over. On the books, on the notes, even on some of the bottles. A skull overlaying an ankh. When she came across an amulet with that same mark she took it. She had a feeling it was the personal symbol of whoever pieced her together, and she wanted to discover who that was.

When she found a door it led her down a hallway that gradually turned into a cave. On the way she found an old shamshir laying in the remains of some misfortunate individual, so she took it. Eventually Saffiya reached the end of the cave and found herself wandering a hillside.

It took her some considerable amount of time to find any form of civilization. A small poorly maintained road. Not knowing where she was, she picked a direction and started walking. After several long, arduous hours she heard a cart coming up behind her. When they got closer she turned to ask them for help, or a ride. But when the horses got close they started bucking and trying to break free of their harnesses to run away from her. And when the man in the cart saw her face, it was clear he had the same thought. He frantically got the horses under control, turned the cart, and took off back the way he had come from.

Saffiya watched him disappear down the road, tears welling up in her eyes as the horrified look on the man's face stuck in her mind.

When she had recovered from the emotional trauma of what had just happened, she turned back to the road, and continued walking. Eventually it looked like she was coming up towards some form of village, fences marked the edge of fields high with golden grains. Now she began watching more carefully for people. When she saw anyone coming she would scramble over the fence and hide in the fields until they passed by. When she reached the first house and saw laundry hanging to dry she went for it. Unable to fit any of the human family's clothes she settled for stealing one of their shirts, and tied it into a hood to cover her face. It didn't help much, but she hoped it would at least give her a chance to talk to someone before they fled.

She hoped in vain of course.

As she got closer to the village proper someone saw her face and screamed. Which drew in people's attention. Soon half the people were hiding in their homes. And the other half were chasing her with whatever sharp or heavy item they could pickup.

Her size gave her the advantage, her longer stride carrying her swiftly away from the villagers and their makeshift weapons. And any hope of understanding.

As night settled she crawled into a copse of trees and fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with flashes of what she could only assume were memories. Memories that vanished as she woke, feeling sore, and far from rested. A growing pit of hunger filling her stomach. It was still early though, the sun barely risen, and thoughts of being run out of the village were making her angry. So she snuck back along the road.

She saw a few of the villagers standing near their fields, sputtering torches and dull firewood axes in hand. But she wasn't interested in them. Before she was seen Saffiya snuck across a field and into a smokehouse, to her delight she found it filled with curing meat. So she stole what she could carry, and fled off into the woods again. She ate more than she should have, and without any fire. But it felt like she hadn't eaten anything in a month, and the meat being raw wasn't going to stop her from changing that.

When her hunger was sated she went back to the road and continued on her way. Vowing to herself that she would keep trying to find people who would give her a chance, but until then she would take what she needed to survive from those who refused to give her a chance.

INVENTORY //

Perfume, belt pouch, sword and amulet, a notebook filled with barely legible writing where she records leads on her creator

 

[The Narrator]

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