Let Freedom Ring

A stunning mixed European woman with golden skin, reddish-bronze hair, and golden eyes. Lissome, with a dancer's fluid movements, and a sinuous grace.

Distinguishing Features: Yassmin's body tends towards that of a dancer rather than a bodybuilder - toned limbs with a smoothed bulk that belies her true strength.

Mannerisms and Habits: She moves with an easy confidence that might belittle the situation at times. She also seems to have little to no contact on the networks of the world. The most observant of those watching will note that she rarely blinks if at all.

More often than not, she will be found with some sort of caffeinated beverage in hand ('the most divine of gifts'). However. Regular coffee, or any sort of bland or bitter caffeinated item is 'of the Wyrm', and she wants no part of.

When not helping train her 'nephew', she can more often than not be found either on a bike or motorcycle. Or tinkering with one.

What is there to tell about a beginning like mine? I was born to the spirit waters in the fall of the cycle. I am Ahi, those for with knack of keeping the Harmony between the three mothers.

Once a season Mother came for me, drawing me across the River to the painful world to toughen my flesh to what had been done to the Mothers. Always in the hidden darkness of night were these visits done as I had yet to attain my Balaram appearance.

A late bloomer, or as Mother said, saving the best for later, it was on the twenty first visit that I was gifted the ability to dance between shapes. It came about on a late Sept evening when some fools through to mug me. I had been resting under a set of bleachers, mostly covered by a tarp as if one of the homeless. A group of misguided sought to roust the ‘camp’ as they saw it with clubs and bottle of fire. Mother had to call in Father and a few of the Aunts to help clean up the scene. And I was sent to the Sesha to take up the mantle of a hunter.

It was shortly after that I was introduced to Neriyan with the formation of our Nest. Our first missions were menial, but ones that required a deft touch still to pull off properly. Cleaning up the scenes of hits from fellow nests, leaving no sign of the hit. Or the trickier version, pointing the hit towards someone else. Then there were the cases of investigating the Khurah with zero contact allowed. Testing to see if we could see, but not be seen. Hear, but not be heard. Refining our skills and impressing them into us as only a proper task master could. Building our nest into a more integrated whole.

Close to a decade passed in this, until we were called before the Zuzeka Crown, we were gifted with Sajita. A more pig-headed boy I have never run across, but he will learn. At least he and I share an auspice, so I get a little respect. Fleeting as it seems to be from him. Someone filled his head with the prospects that he should be cherished and kowtowed to as he comes from a Royal line of India. I usually need to threaten to bite him again to get him to stop about it.

Neriyan on the other hand seems to butt heads with him on a daily basis. No respect there at all, yet. But we’re working on it. Perhap a few more hours of training on breath control while being constricted. Or some swimming practice in Vasuki.

Our assignments currently is dual natured. Serves the mothers in some place named Philadelphia, PA. and to train the brat into an acceptable member of the Hunt.