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"For I have lived more lives than any man under the sun, and I will live many more beyond this day."
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 D o l a i
((WIP))
Age: 60,012 Years Old
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Race: African
Ethnicity: Anu
Nationality: None
Meaning of Name: "Gift" in isiAnu
Birthdate: Rain Season (between march or april), around 58,000 B.C.E
Zodiac: Aries
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: 100%
 
 
 History

 

Dolai was born in what is now Ethiopia, among a prehistoric people known as the Anu. Her mother, Nani, seemed to have an immaculate conception of her own, leading many tribespeople to believe that she had birthed a sort of curse from their trickster God, or a demon child. Unbeknownst to Dolai, her father was the First One, the first god of the first people to inhabit Central Africa. At the age of fifteen, she began to receive visions of the land locked in ice and the death of the five northern tribes. The people starved as the forests and plains they once hunted in froze over, if they did not perish from the cataclysmic eruption of what would be the Quaternary Ice Age. The message was clear; if they stayed, they would die. 

She rallied the five tribes of North Africa, each becoming divided by the desire to leave or stay in the homeland they had always lived in. In the end, some did stay, others built boats to sail into the eastern sea, and Dolai and other tribespeople went north along the Mediterranean, Middle East and Asia Minor3713431160?profile=RESIZE_710x. Dolai was married to Daxeri, the son of the Xdu chief, and became pregnant not long after.

Then the ice came.

The earth shook and cracked, the sky tore in half, releasing the heaven’s fury, as the land and sea became locked within ice. Darkness and discord ruled the lands. In what is now Azerbaijan, Dolai gave birth to a stillborn daughter at the age of sixteen. Her husband took another wife, who bore him sons and mocked Dolai’s proclaimed failure.

 Dolai cursed the Gods for the darkness, the ice, the death of her people and her child. It was then her father revealed his presence. He was weakened, his followers having died or abandoned him, the belief that kept him alive was fading. The God told her of her purpose; to scribe the story of mankind, to usher it forth and watch nations rise and fall. 

Dolai left her tribe at once, bringing people to new lands and honing her magical ability, surviving long enough to witness the ice melt, and the sun return at the dawn of the fertile crescent. From then on, Dolai would live a thousand lives. She would lead people to the four corners of the earth, crossing the ice bridge with ancient Siberians to the Americas. 

She would become djati to the first Pharaoh, Nari Mare, and to Hatshepsut. She would become the Akkadian-Sumerian Queen, wife to Sargon of Akkad. Centuries later, an empress at the side of Alexander the Great, become an advisor to Genghis Khan, fight in Shaka Zulu’s armies, guide young Siddhartha Gautama and conquer lands with Ragnar Lodbrok. Dolai would sail with West Africans to Central America, where the Olmec civilization would blossom, she would journey with the wayfinders to the Polynesian islands, and bring the Ainu to Japan. 

Dolai has watched the rise and fall of many empires, a mere relic of the past, embarking on a seemingly endless journey. So the nomad continues to wander, protecting the earth from what should be left in the past, and continues to scribe the world’s story.

 

 

The Anu

The Five Tribes of North Africa inhabited North and Northeast Africa from 80,000 to 60,000 B.C.E. They were the Anu, the Nxual, the Ədul, the Xdu and the Iəku. Dolai hails from the Anu people. They were nomadic people that roamed modern day Ethiopia, Eritrea, Sudan, Egypt and Libya. They followed the migration of what they called Ifeə, "horned beast,"or the pelovoris, a prehistoric African buffalo. Unfortunately, this lead to war with sedentary tribes, like the Nxual of Libya, Algeria and Morroco, as well as the Ədul of Libya, Sudan, Chad and Niger.

All tribes had no concept of farming, fishing, building, etc. They were hunter-gatherers, meaning they relied on hunting animals and gathering natural resources for survival. 

The Anu are tall, typically mesomorphic people, with skin ranging from copper or bronze brown to obsidian black. They have 4b or 4c hair, rarely anything besides black. They have straight noses with rounded nostrils, full lips and large, slanted or upturned eyes. Their faces are often narrow, with high cheekbones and larger ears. Scarification was common with black skinned tribesmembers, whereas brown skinned often had black stick and poke tattoos. Hair was often locked into dreads, or braided against ones scalp.

They spoke isiAnu, which sounded like a series of clicks, grunts, vowels and harsh, gutteral consanants. The X makes a "high" click sound,  the Ç makes a "neutral" click and the Ə makes a "low" click. The Ğ is a throaty grunt.

They used spears, bows and arrows and blades. Their diet consisted of fruits, wild rice, elephant, buffalo, okapi, fish, and things of that nature. Life was greatly affected by the change in climate in North Africa. Every ten to one hundred years, North Africa went from full of life, dominated by tropical plants to a dry desert, and then back again, a transformation that the Anu called Yan'adual.

Religion held great importance to the Anu. They believed that what lie in ones heart and the motive of their actions, would send them to either Çxu'ğl (Above the Sky/the afterlife) or Ğmur (Below the Sea/the underworld). Their teachings relied heavily on duality, the safety of what is known and the fear of what is unknown.

Their two main Gods, were Ta'jat and Xanadu. Ta'jat was the Sun, the ruler of the Sky and creator, he was the God of the sun, life, chiefs, Çxu'ğl, Yan'adual and the Afa, which was the future, the known and divination. Xanadu was the wife of Ta'jat, and the Goddess of the moon, magic, healing, wisdom and the past. Omandu was created by Ta'jat, and cast down to Ğmur, which he made his domain. He is the God of the sea, evil, Ğmur and the Ofa, or the unknown. 

The Efe, or shaman, played a vital role in the tribe. The Efe chosen at a young age, to train under the current Efe. They were spiritual leaders, healers and were believed to have the Afa. This allowed them to tell ones future, transfer their consciousness, recieve prophecies and connect to the Gods. They were believed to hold ancient knowledge through the Afa, and regarded as more than human. It was common for an Efe to gauge their ears and bottom lips, pierce their noses with animal bones, shave their heads and tattoo and scar themselves. They also sometimes stretched their necks with rings or even blinded themselves to only be guided by Ta'jat and therefore have more powerful Afa. 

 

Anu tales and myths coming soon

 

 Appearance
 Despite being sixty millennium's old, Dolai does not look her age and appears to be in her early to mid twenties. She has natural black hair of the 4b texture, however she most commonly has dreadlocks. She is also known to wear her natural curls or don twists, box braids and cornrows. She has bronze brown skin that can darken depending on climate, with a cool undertone and sun damage around her nose, cheeks and shoulders. She has full, rosebud lips that reveal fairly white teeth, and one golden left canine tooth on the bottom row. Dolai has a narrow shaped head with a sculpted, sharp bone structure, a defined jawline and high cheekbones. Her arched, full eyebrows arch over almond shaped, dark brown eyes, with long, thick eyelashes. Often dark circles plague the skin beneath her eyes. 
Dolai stands at 5'11, with rounded, full hips and shapely 
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thighs. From centuries of travel, war and hunting, she has a very athletic, strong build. She has a cinched waist, contrasted by broad shoulders and well muscled arms. Her back is arched and toned, her abdomen sculpted and adorned with Ethiopian scarification from the Karo tribe, as curved and straight lines on her stomach. Dolai also has heavily scarred palms from rituals requiring her blood.

The nomad has recieved many tattoos from many regions of the world. Her first tattoo was the sun on the back of her neck. She also has a unalome on her throat, given to her in India during the Maurya Dynasty. An Egyptian scarab is etched into the back of her shoulders, massive Nordic runes adorn  her chest. Dolai has ancient Scythian tribal tattoos on her right arm, depicting the animals she hunted, and a Haida ki-da of Xhuuya, or the Raven, dances across her left arm. Below that is a snake, given to her by the prehistoric Anu people. On her right arm, are Pictish ties. On her lower back is a Sak Yant, or Thai magical tattoo, known as Suea Koo.  On her right hand, she has henna tattooed on the back. On her thighs, she has Polynesian tribal and traditional Japanese Irezumi Hebi, and finally, a West African sankofa on the back of her left calf.

 

 

 

Personality
 From a first impression, Dolai is not a ray of sunlight and warmth. She maintains a stoic expression, with a rather apathetic and indifferent attitude. She has been percieved as short tempered, distrustful, and above all, blunt. Although this is mostly true, there is more to Dolai. 
She is hesitant to form relationships, and would rather observe than assume, and analyzes character through this. She is private, but perceptive and rather talented at deciphering one's true nature. When she finds someone she genuinely connects with, she values honesty, loyalty, respect and ambition within them.
Dolai's true purpose has made her ambitious, in both positive and negative aspects. Some will tell the tale of a noble and just woman, the others a cruel, ambition driven witch. She is without a doubt cunning and driven, with a wisdom only acquired over milleniums of failure and strife. Dolai is constantly willing to learn, her favorite subjects being science and (of course) history. 
Despite her many lifetimes, the human and divine aspects of her being are always at war. She is no more than a tired soul, with feet weary from travel, eyes heavy from centuries of witnessing war and shaking shoulders, exhausted from carrying the weight of the world and a downtrodden heart. 
 
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Magic
 From her tens of thousands of years wandering the Earth, Dolai has learned from many branches of witchcraft. Her divine blood also gives her hereditary magic. She is naturally adept in witchcraft and can sense magical presences, beings, items and places, through a burning sensation in her core. Dolai also hears the call of the ancestors, who give her prophetic dreams and visions, which in the Anu religion, divining is known as the Afa. She is semi immortal and immune to all diseases. Dolai also has enhanced physical strength and senses, her body can withstand massive trauma and extreme conditions. She is also gifted with omnilingualism, which means she can speak, understand and write any language upon hearing it.
From her travels, Dolai has learned many facets of witchcraft. These include Ile Ifa, Druidry, Voodoo, Seiðr, Akkadian, Egyptian, Greek, Aztec, Irish Celtic, Native American, Zulu, Himba, Japanese and Aborigine witchcraft. She is also an expert in Vedic and Alchemical magic, and is a member of the Nine Unknown Men.
Dolai also has magic that was given to her, either by beings or items. Through the Veil of Isis, she can grow anything natural from plants to vines to trees. After drinking from the Pot of Fire, she is able to manipulate and manifest fire. She is also able to manipulate sunlight through the enchanted scarab tattoo on the back of her shoulders.
Finally, Dolai has a pocket dimension, a domain only she has access too. There, she has made her own home and keeps her various pets. She also has a giant Library, where she keeps every petroglyph, cave painting, stone tablet, hieroglyph, scroll and book that she has written about the story of mankind. She has never shown the pocket dimension to anyone, and doesn't spend too much time here. Entering the pocket dimension requires a great deal of her magical energy, and she must remain there for two to three days to fully recharge.
 
Family

 (( not complete ))

Mother // Nani, long deceased

 

Father // The First One, long forgotten

 

Siblings // None

 

 - Sons -

Rimush, Shu-Enlil, Ilaba'is-Takal, Manishtushu, EumenesKehinde, Moji, Takalik, Tariq, Alasdair, Ronan, Ros, Mahindra, Ezume,  Zurka, Niles, Bjorn, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar, Siyanda

 

 - Daughters -

Enheduanna, Taiye, Sehene, Sanghamitra, Sarnai, Aiko, Dānu, Amahle, Khulekani

 

 

 

Trivia
 - Dolai mastered Alchemy under the teachings of Enki -
- She studied at Nalanda University in India, where she met Siddhartha Guatama for the second time -
- She is one of the Nine Unknown Men and continues to gather knowledge for them to this day -
- Her magic is weakened in the city -
- Dolai has trained in Muay Thai, Ju Jitsu, Kung Fu, Dambe, Capoeira and Krav Maga -
She owns an enchanted bar called the Isola Rosa, which means "Red Island" in Italian, and it can appear in any city. Mortals will behave as if the bar had always been there, those of magical nature may notice a difference -
- Dolai exceeds in math, philosophy, physics, zoology, botany, anatomy, history and astrology -
- She cannot get enough of spicy food -
- She is definitely an alcoholic, she'll blame it on the fact that beer and wine were the only things to drink back in her day-
- Dolai studied epistemology under Socrates -
- Surprisingly enough, she still remembers her first language, isiAnu. It sounds like a series of clicks, grunts, vowels and harsh, guttural consonants -
 
 
Possessions

- The Book of Thoth -

The Egyptian God, Thoth's, book containing ancient magic. Acquired during Hatshepsut's reign.

 

- The Falcon Cloak -

A gift from the Norse Goddess, Freyja. It is a cloak that allows one to turn into a falcon.

 

- Veil of Isis -

Symbolic of the secrets of the natural world, gives Dolai the power to control nature

 

- Shamshir-e Zommorrodnegar -

An emerald encrusted scimitar from Persian legend, forged by Kāve to slay the demon, Fulad-zereh. Acquired by killing the demon. Once belonged to King Solomon.

 

- Pot of Fire -

The pot that Grandmother Spider carried fire in, and gave to the Cherokee. Dolai drank from the pot and gained the power to manipulate fire.

 

- Cauldron of Dagda -

A cauldron that was once guarded by the King of the Tuathe De, Dagda. Once one cooks in it, the food is endless. The cauldron can also raise the dead and heal wounds, and was given to Dolai by Dagda after defeating the Fomorians.

 

- Tezcatlipoca's Smoking Mirror -

After the fall of the Aztec Empire, the God, Tezcatlipoca, transformed into an obsidian mirror to be kept by Dolai. Through it, one may see the entire cosmos, including the past.

 

- Sampo -

A mythical, golden Finnish artifact that Dolai went on a journey to find. Grants endless wealth.

 

- Idol of Shango -

An idol of the Orisha of thunder and lightning, Shango. Was carved by Shango and Dolai's son, Moji.

 

- Fire Opal Blade -

A beautiful blade made of fire opal, given to her by the Aztec goddess, Itzapaplotl.

 

- Buddha Bracelet -

A green, yellow, black and white beaded bracelet with a Buddha pendant, made by Dolai and King Ashoka's daughter, Sanghamitra.

 

- Hagstone -

A stone with naturally occuring holes that allows Dolai to see the fae in the area, found in Scotland.

 

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Relationships
- Kháos Mávros -
- Dominic - 
- Kujo -
 - Loki -
 
 Dolai has had many relationships throughout her lifetime, platonic and romantic. As of now, she is single and not too keen on finding a romantic interest. Dolai is demiromantic, meaning it takes a deeper connection for her to develop an interest in someone. However, she is bisexual, and has been in both polyamorous and monogamous relationships.
 
 
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Rules
Leave drama at the door, I tolerate none of it.
I try to keep most of Dolai's story historically accurate. I do tweak some details for her, as she is my character, but if something is wildly inaccurate or offensive, please let me know.
I have the right to say no to a thread.
Do not kill, maim, rape or emotionally scar my character without plotting it with me first.
This is an 18+ zone, there will be mature themes and storylines.
That being said, I do not write purely sexual or violent content. I participate in threads with substance and story behind it.
I'm open to threads and additional plotting. PM or inbox me if you'd like :)
 
 
 
Threads
Jorah: Tales of Legend - Replied
The Black Dog - Pending
Dominic - Replied
Mai Ortega - Pending
Knight - Pending
Jeverich - Replied
Noita Doe - Pending
 
 

 

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  •     Blue eyes are looking into hers.

    At some point she might have lost herself for a bit because there was a man now in front of her, watching her eyes and trying to get through to her. For a moment he turned away to speak to someone else, that someone who stood at the side quickly took off at the orders given. Blue eyes turned back for the woman, concern etched into them. Then something else took his attention, before his gaze went blank and then turned away and elsewhere, as though looking for something, or perhaps more as though he had just realized something. 

    He's snapped out of it when the other person returned and put down a leather bag by him before kneeling down to look at the injured woman. 

    " We have to move her.." Vaughn is saying and the other male beside him looked at him before realizing something was wrong just as a younger voice yelled for their attention, a boy running in and stopping before them. He's telling them about the hunters, his special senses able to project him through spaces and allow him to see them coming, closing in on the property.

    Vaughn looked back at Dolai and spoke to her again, hoping that she'd hear him and respond. 

    " Can you stand? " He wants to check her over and had intended to, but first they had to get out of this part of the library and somewhere more safe. And for some reason he.. feels a twitch in his magic..

  •    It was more than just a Library. To many, it was a source for knowledge on whatever the person seeks or to other's, an escape from reality for a bit in the silent solitude of the person and the story. The Lincoln Library stood proud and tall, easily compared to something like a mansion.  The old brick work remained strong through the years, almost intimidating in it's appearance, but once inside is was a more warm and welcomed sort of atmosphere. It was public of course or at least..it easily invited the human world to come and go as they pleased, sections upon sections of human history,  not just the old stories, but things were also updated to the more modern times.. The Librarian himself wasn't exactly caught up to the human world, but he had the sense to acquire things such as childrens books, books more suited actually for all age groups, some leaning more towards teens and so on so forth. 

    The Library however wasn't as well known. It was that way in which it didn't attract so much attention, hadn't actually had intentions to hire anyone else and most often than not, wasn't always there, leaving the building closed off in his absence, that was until his misfits came through one night and through some hard times, with the Librarians help, they eventually just ended up staying here with him. The Librarian truly enjoyed their company and it brought some life back into the old building.

     

    Of many days, today was easy going. The library welcomed people, a few already within the building, roaming and whatnot, some already picked their stations and reading up on whatever of their choosing.  The Librarian himself often was on the move, placing books back, rearranging things, serving to help in others searches or doing some care free reading of his own.

    When the library was open, he hardly wandered to the back of the building that led down into an area that housed things only for the supernatural.  This of course left that area blocked up, a door sealed and hidden where no human would bat an eye in any suspicion there was more... all thanks due to magic. Vaughn's magic was wound tight within this building. Anyone intruding could easily get lost.. 

    That night, the Library closed up. It was secluded from the rest of the town, but easily found, however from the back, forest stretched on for miles. A lot of this area the wolf within had claimed. The Librarian served as his own guard dog, or at least, the beast would not hesitate to protect it's "pack".. A warm wind blew through the trees in a soft whisper.. there were a few old paths within the forest, one leading out and close to the towns public park.. Vaughn made sure to never go so far as that, but there's the very real possibility of someone daring to venture out deeper into the uncharted parts..

  • -That works for me. Do you mind starting?-

  • What do you do when you're destined to bring about the destruction of the world?

     

    What can you do?

    What keeps you going when you know you can't end it yourself?

    .

    Kháos had recently been assigned a therapist by the San Francisco Art Institute following the discovery of some rather disturbing pieces of art which - when confronted by the mentors, Kháos had explained as representations of his future. Apparently, abstract depictions of massacres and foul demons didn't quite fall into the category of 'contemporary art' that the Institute wanted to focus on. He didn't mind going to the therapist because it didn't matter. He couldn't tell the truth anyway and fabricating a story came naturally to him by this point. And even if he was to tell the truth, it's not like they'd believe him anyway; 'Oh, btw, I'm the offspring of the goddess of discord. How you doin?'. Lying is much like a spiderweb; you weave each little string, each little lie, into a cohesive web. And then you place yourself in the middle of the web where you can have full control and pull the strings of lies whenever necessary. Lying felt safe, like a home. Like a spiderweb guards the spider while she sleeps. 

    Kháos left the therapist's office with a faked smile and a false promise to stay away from darker art. He'd started the year on a good note, hoping that the distance from Greece would help him avoid his family's taunts. And although it had worked to some degree, there was always Phobos lurking in every corner - making sure he was safe. He sometimes wished he could just shove Phobos in a box, a very special box, and throw him back to Greece. Or, you know, just tell him off. But Phobos was his only real friend at this point. He'd only been in San Francisco for a little short of a year, and he wasn't very good at making friends in general as it was. And some of the friends he's had in the past had "mysteriously" grown too afraid to be around Kas. He knew it was Phobos trying to protect him, but he didn't appreciate it regardless. It didn't matter that he was likely to outlive every mortal human he ever met, he still wanted to feel like he was part of their world too.

    But enough mushy bullshit. After leaving the therapist's office, the relatively tall - for a Grecian dude - youth made his way to the principal's office - or whatever title was corresponding. This was not quite a regular school by common terms. But it still had a similar hierarchy. He'd left his bag there after class, not wanting to carry it around as it was full of heavy books. You'd be surprised how much reading it took to be an artist. When he arrived at the office, no one was there, but the door was at least left open so that he could reach in and grab his stuff. A part of him wanted to go in to take a peek at the coming tests, as if compelled by a whisper in his ear. He hesitated for a second but decided against it, grabbed his bag that was placed just around the corner of the doorway, and headed off towards his dorm room. Though, to call it a dormitory would be to simplify it. In reality, it was a hostel or the USA Hostels San Francisco. They provided student housing through USA Student Residences. Here Kháos lived in a shared room with a large triple-paned window in the middle. Luckily, his roommate was never home. He either spent all day at the institute and partied during the off-times, or he was visiting his rich parents up North. The bad part was that the student housing was two and a half kilometres away from the Institute.

    It took him about 30 minutes on the bike before he reached home. Though being what he was, there wasn't a drop of sweat despite the many uphill slopes. He had to go around the houses to the alleyway behind the dormitories to put his bike away before he could head up the many stairs in the hostel building to his room. Something felt off as he touched the doorknob, but he didn't pay much mind to it, opened the door and threw his backpack to the centre of the room.

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"Dolai arose, eyes fixed on the scene before her. The corpses tore at the Piasa's flesh, eating it, as the Piasa devoured some of them itself. It let out a roar as it had either crushed or eaten the majority of the undead, the rest starting to retrea…"
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Dolai left a comment for Jeverich
"She pushed past branches that reached out to snag at her braided dreads, plucking out leaves and debris from her air as she entered the clearing. Dolai felt a slight twinge of surprise as her tracking spell had lead her to a fairly small, modest but…"
Friday
Dolai left a comment for Jeverich
""Then let it run."
His words echoed in heavily pierced ears. Her lips parted, upturned eyes narrowed, a look that clearly said "are you fucking kidding me?" She didn't expect him to care, the more and more she observed him, she started to think that…"
Friday
Dolai left a comment for Dolai
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Thursday
Dolai left a comment for Jeverich
"Besides the burning sensation now raging in her core, the heat emitting from his form could be felt from the short distance between them. Dolai's full lips parted, sculpted brows knitting with partial confusion, as well as curiosity. He was no fire…"
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