Obasha

Appearance: Dressed in linens the color of wine, with skin the color of shadows, Obasha is exotic and whimsical. She covers her black hair with a shaw of the same color as her robes, atop her head the wing of a blackbird, though not even she could explain as to why. She wears bits and pieces of bone jewelry all over her body, most notably across the bridge of her nose. Iron cuffs with broken chains adorn her ankles, a reminder of her past and that every step she takes she takes as a free woman. Her appearance can be described as dark and mysterious and her eyes hold a fire that pulls one into them and seduces your very soul. The tattoo on her right shoulder is a mess of marks of ownership given to her by her many masters as a slave during her child years. Her amulet a gift from the pirate who freed her, a crescent moon, carved out of bone.





Personality: Exotic and whimsical, Obasha is a vagabond with the spirit of a gypsy and the mind of a scholar. Having been born into slavery and then earning her freedom by paying the price with bloodshed, she is not one to shy away from those who would deem to consider themselves her masters. Any man or woman that demands subservience is no friend of Obasha's, and should not seek to press the issue further, for she has and will defend her freedom by way of death if need be.



Despite her hardened past, Obasha's one true love in this world is knowledge, to seek and explore the world around her, to understand and comprehend the mysteries of the self and the cosmos alike. Holding a great deal of such knowledge, Obasha often plays the role of mystic in order to get by and those intelligent enough to see through her facade lean more towards her type of conversationalists. Obasha is an intellectual, despite growing up as a slave she has seen more of the world then even many lords and ladies of high courts.




Insult her intelligence, insult her humility and kindness, insult her speech or color, or worse yet insult her freedom, and the fire in her eyes will give way to a wild rage that will reach out and scorch any who trespass against her. Wild and untamable, Obasha can dance and sing one minute and slit the throats of those she was singing and dancing with without warning. Though, if you don't blatantly insult or attempt to harm her in some way, Obasha will show you kindness beyond measure. For those lucky enough to earn her trust and be considered friends by her, she would gladly give her life for them.



Biography: Born to a slave mother, Obasha was separated from the woman at a young age, not even the memory of her mother's voice remains. Due to her exotic skin color, Obasha was bought and sold from one master to the next all throughout her childhood. Some wanted nothing more than to dress her in nice things and parade her around to show off their strange pet, others wanted to experience a taste of that exotic flesh for themselves.


When she was sixteen, Obasha was sold for the last time to a pirate captain. The woman trained her how to sail like any other man, taught her how to navigate by way of the stars, to sense the subtle changes of the wind and to taste the sea in the air. On that ship Obasha also learned how to love, both the sea and the only woman she'd ever truly love. Years they loved one another. But the pirate woman continued to teach her many things.



Obasha learned the languages of the peoples she came into contact with, how to trade and how to take what she wanted. More and more she wanted to be free. She learned how to desire for herself, and more than anything she wanted to be with her lover as an equal. Her final master made the mistake of also teaching Obasha how to fight. Everything from sabers and cutlesses to daggers and knives. Blades became the key to her freedom. Obasha made the choice, love or freedom, and she decided nothing was worth more to her than freedom.



Now in her early twenties, Obasha had the trust of the ship, it's crew, and it's captain, her master and lover. For one last time, Obasha let the fire in her eyes seduce the woman she loved so dearly. As they undressed, she pulled a dagger from the woman's belt and slit her throat right there. The blood covered Obasha, soaking the fine linen robes she wore a deep wine as her silent tears coaxed her lover to death's door. The love of her life died in her arms that night and the next day, Obasha was free of the ship, it's crew, and her final master. Never again would she let any man or woman command her, to touch her, to own her.



From there, Obasha ended up in the Bay of Skulls as the ship came to port. Having killed the former captain, the ship and crew were her's to command, but Obasha wanted to start anew, and to leave all semblance of her life as a slave behind. She kept only the iron cuffs on her feet, their broken chains leaving a light trail behind her in the sands, just as the burden of her memories left a trail on her soul. She ordered the crew to bury their former captain at sea, then set sail on their own without her.



A mystical gypsy woman from far away lands with an exotic fire in her eyes, Obasha would always remain that lover of learning. As she travels, she seeks out the hidden knowledges of the world, everything from the many diverse cultures to the dangers of the wild, it all held a form of beauty in her eyes, and she wanted to see it all. What she could not see for herself, the past, history itself, she read from books. What demanded to be read aloud, poems and song.



That which demanded to be known, secrets and lies. Obasha collects it all, from the rarest books and scrolls, to the oldest maps and tales of grandeur. Learning was the act of becoming free, and understanding was the key to achieve anything one desired. Combined, knowledge is the power to make or break entire empires. If that was what Obasha had to do, then she would break them all. Even if it meant the world itself would lay broken at her feet, she would never allow herself to be broken again.