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Legend
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Legend Sekhem

Pharaoh’s favorite and only wife.


Species
Arabian wolf
Age
3
Birth Date
Sex
Female (She/her)
Height
Very Short
Weight
Very Light
Build
Scrawny
Scent
Recently: Morning dew.
Eyes
Foggy blue
Fur
Steel dipped
Traits
Brat.
Mark of Mythris
Faint echoing voice
All Affiliations

Godsmouth



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Legend
ARABIAN WOLF · 3 YRS · SHE/HER


A product of circumstance.
Someone profoundly untethered, hollowed by abandonment, instability, and a lifetime spent surviving rather than living.

Whatever remains in her head is distorted, frightened, and damaged.

The loose cannon, a collapsing star: beautiful, dangerous, and deeply self-destructive all at once. A jester's laughing fits, theatrical behavior, and someone who is ready to take herself out with a bang.

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A devilish imp on a self-made trail for amusement. A childish, manipulative, intelligent nature that chatters and weaves with a charming flare. A rapid-paced mind. Flaky morals.

Constantly searching for interaction, her needy nature wishes to paint out conversations and draw someone in to play games with her, be it physically, verbally, or mentally. A siren air clings subtly to her atmosphere. She'll take any bit of affection and attention given towards her. She craves all of it in ten-fold, helplessly desperate and willing to prove herself worthy, for the better or for the worst. Grows love high. Thrill high. An adrenaline junkie.

Disassociated. Unplugged, drifting somewhere just beside reality. Becomes the character she wants to be and needs to be at the flip of a dime. To a degree that even she can no longer tell what’s real.

Masks upon masks.

Sometimes one slips.

When it does, a witty, turbulent loose cannon appears that is broken and lost. Who craves a guide that shuts the world out.

With that she is more than cheeky, welcoming, and awaiting for others to talk to her. Listening ears.
It seems no one is capable of saving her from the hell that is herself. And maybe she doesn't deserve to be.

Chameleon.


A traveling messenger. She found herself following a companion to the great wilds, and scoping out natal packs in hopes of settling in for the uncounted seasons. Branding himself on her body, her skin, her mind, he abandoned her shortly after and gave her a simple order, despite her groveling to not leave her: Take it.

A plant into Akashingo's palace, she's since taken roots in their politics and burrowed her way into their ranks. They've molded her unassuming trickery into a weapon of a spy and have well tolerated her antics. She forged a hot-and-cold worship in the priest Senmut when they sought one another's warmth. A lost friendship in the head servant, Eset. A lost love in Machiavelli.

She’s lost everything.

Senmut takes reign of the new throne and picks his one and only queen in her. But their lives are short lived.

Reborn, now a sour queen who's hurt, lost, and willing to burn the world in her pain. She gives life to Ramose, Fukayna, Gambit and Setekar, and takes in Nakhti as her own,


Known Languages
— English
— Egyptian
— Arabic
— Coptic
Scent
Top note - Spiced cloves
Middle note - Crushed Lavender
Base note - Morning dew
Voices
Lana Del Rey
Jinx

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