Twin sister of Yasmeen


Half-Elf Female 19 years old 6’1" 155 lbs amber eyes amber hair

Fighter and Rogue


Tarik was the third son of Sheik Fahmi, who ruled over the small town of Sintra just outside of Furat. As the third son, Tarik was entitled to very little power. While this gave him the freedom to adventure, and later find and marry his elven wife Aamina, Tarik was jealous of the power his older brothers received.

His oldest brother, Fahmi, named after their father, became Sheik after their father passed. His second oldest brother, Iyas, gained much land as a Faris and became almost as beloved by the city’s people as the Sheik.

Tarik however, allowed his jealousy to overcome and never got along with his brothers. As a result, he received only a small portion of power and land as a Faris. Most of the city’s population couldn’t remember his name, and those who did, knew him as an angry drunk who abused his position.

Aamina, his wife, became unhappy with Tarik over the years as he grew more and more angry and depressed. Thankfully, her happiness was returned to her through twin girls, Asima and Jasmeen born on the 26th of Ferine. For a short time, the girls brought joy back to their home, but it did not last long.

Sheik Fahmi’s son, Kazim, was a little older than the girls, and his accomplishments were so spoken of throughout the town, Tarik’s jealousy returned.

Tarik demanded that Aamina give him a son. Someone who would bring pride to their family. A year later, Harun was born, and Tarik’s attention and love left Asima and Jasmeen. Instead, Tarik focused on pushing Harun as hard as he could to make him even more impressive than his cousin, Kazim.

Years went by, and the girls grew to pity their younger brother for the attention their father gave him. Most of the time Tarik was drunk, harsh, and even cruel to Harun. One day, Aamina had had enough, and planned to leave with the children. When Tarik found out, he beat her and in a rage, killed her. Though they never spoke of it, even to each other, Asima and Jasmeen had seen the entire event.

Tarik used what political power he had to stay out of jail. He called it an accident, but the girls really saw what happened. Home life was even worse after that. The children were fearful of their father and grew up knowing when to defend each other, and when to take a blow.

Asima was always told by her mother to protect her siblings, and so she ended up with more bruises than the others for the most part. Secretly, she began spending time with her older cousin Kasim, who was already becoming a well-known warrior. Kasim tried to teach Asima patience and showed her a few moves in sword fighting. He favored a sword and shield, but Asima didn’t like hiding behind a shield. She preferred welding two Kukris.

When she was sixteen, Kasim gave her a red bracelet with a symbol on it. Asima had never seen the symbol before, and when she asked what it meant, Kasim smiled and said he would tell her when he returned from a mission, but he never returned. He and three of his guards went missing on a mission that no one could account for, not even his father the Sheik.

A year later, Asima was returning home from the market when she saw a dead body floating face down in their pool. The water was thick red with blood, and when Asima jumped in to roll over the body, she was covered in the blood. Turning the body, she recognized her father, Tarik. Relief set in, only to return to panic when she saw a small dagger, one like her sister Jasmeen uses in her training.

She pulled the dagger out, and used her father’s sword to fill in the hole. Asima jumped out of the pool, leaving a trail of blood around the house as she began searching for her sister and little brother. Their things had been packed quickly and they were gone. As she was searching, a servant startled to see her, screamed. Asima ran, covered in blood, out of the house and into the streets causing a panic.

A Naqeeb (Captain) that was a servant of her father’s, Naqeeb Salim, saw her and called her to stop. Asima paused, only to draw her two Kukri so that Salim would know which sister she was, and then ran out of site. Asima knew Naqeeb Salim. She knew him to be single-mindedly judicial and merciless when applying the law. Asima did not want such a man on the trail of her sister and brother.

For days Asima wandered the desert, thirsty and still red with her father’s blood. Collapsing in the sand, she was almost completely unconscious when she felt someone or something pick her up. Through her blurry daze, she could hear an old man’s chatter and laughter, though it was a few yards away.

When Asima woke, she was in the mouth of a cave at night and a single fire was lighting the entrance. An old man, too frail to have picked her up, was sitting, smiling at her on the other side of the fire. He offered her water, food, and a change of clothes. Relieved to find all her weapons and belongings on her, she had no choice but to trust the old man.

He introduced himself as Talal, but they agreed that it was not his name. She called herself Mira, and again, they both agreed it was not her name. For days Asima recovered under Talal’s help. He later introduced her to a few people of the Badawi, teaching her some of their ways and speech.

When she was ready to look for her sister and brother, Talal agreed to introduce her to a few people who might know something about Asima’s siblings. Soon, Asima discovered that her time with Talal was much longer, almost two years. Was she asleep that long, did time pass faster than she experienced? Talal was no longer with her to explain.

For two weeks Asima searched for her siblings. Finally, she learned that Jasmeen and Harun had recently been taken by a small band of men who were not Buwadi. Asima quickly gathered a few adventurers to aid her in sneaking into the camp and saving her brother and sister.

In the middle of the night, Asima and her new friends snuck past the guards on the camp and found Jasmeen, but their brother had just been killed. Jasmeen’s weakened condition convinced Asima that now was not the time to exact revenge for their brother’s death, but she knew someday she would pay blood for blood.


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