Jumana Kensit
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- Homid Oh, there's no question about it. Jumana is a very lovely young lady indeed. Glowing mocha hue. Glorious afro. Snugly sheathed in black leather, from the Hell's Angels motorcycle jacket worn over a tight black vintage GnR tee shirt, to the eye–catching short shorts and knee–length boots, girl is most definitely working the look. Yet, there's decidedly more to her than local groupie, as becomes apparent the moment she opens her mouth. She speaks with a honeyed South African accent, and her worldliness shines through whichever language she chooses to speak. That, and a decidedly feline purr, which can raise the hackles of a rival even as it has a decidedly more pleasant effect on her chosen plaything.
- Sokto Well over six and a half feet tall, long and lean, but with powerfully muscled shoulders and thighs, Jumana's features take on a leonine ferocity while remaining mostly human, recognizably so, though her soft golden fur has been dyed with a number of eerie glyphs and patterns.
- Crinos Awe–inspiring, towering blend of tribal human and primeval African Lion, all cruel fangs and slavering jaws. Invokes Delirium at -1 difficulty, so memories may linger in the minds of her more strong–willed prey.
- Chatro Six–hundred pounds of feral, angry sabre–toothed lioness, her rippling fur marked with the same patterns she displays in her other non–human forms. Claws capable of rending stone and jaws well able to drop an elephant, somehow come from darkest Africa where man's earliest fears were born. Invokes full Delirium.
- Feline Many have remarked that, however often they've seen one in pictures or movies, lions are startlingly big in person. Regal apex predators, in appearance if not in habit, masters of all they survey, and this one has never known even the thought of a cage.
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Conversation Starters
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- Lovely Jumana is both pretty, verging on truly beautiful, an ethnic blend most pleasant to behold, and also approachable, her frequent smiles and flirty manner suggesting that company would be entirely welcome. Why not come by and say hello?
- Mischievous Those same impish smiles and expressive, bold eyes also convey an agile wit and naughty humour in search of fun and open to a vast range of possibilities. Surely you might find some way to recruit her for some wicked fun?
- Worldly It's not just the accent. There's something about Jumana that hints at life spent traveling, the broadening effects of seeing places most only dream of, immersing herself in cultures far different from her own. Like, say, California. Perhaps you might serve as her native guide of sorts while she's here?
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History
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- Metis Although not as reviled as those born to True–Bred parents among other species, Jumana is nevertheless marked by Gaia's displeasure, though her deformity is not apparent to the naked eye. In fact, her physical form is deceptively perfect, subject to one's aesthetic preferences. Rather, it's her mind which bears the marks of Gaia's scorn. Not to say that she had an easy time of it, growing up in the ghettoes of Cape Town, South Africa, or later ranging the veldt when her parents abandoned her, or were slain. Evading poachers, learning to stalk them in turn. Developing a taste for it, and in time other things perhaps best left undiscussed. Only later in life learning to make her way among humans in their own guise, but once she did, there was no stopping her, and Jumana spent many more years than her apparently tender age would suggest roaming the globe, learning of its people and their ways…
- Mastered An uncomfortable topic to be sure, particularly among those who might not understand the intensely personal nature of the bond between Bastet and Jamak. Her relationship with her secret partner is one not so much of equals, however much she may have expected it to be so, as between master and collared, reluctant servant. Very B&D indeed. That no one else can see or hear her dom only makes matters all the more interesting.
- Moody As mentioned previously, Jumana is an unstable personality, one whose moods swing from manically cheerful and energetic beyond reason to troughs of black, even self–abusive despair. These episodes can last hours, even days either way, and are rarely predictable in their onset. They can make her a party on the hoof, or intolerably bleak and biting. Either way, Jumana would be a difficult woman to care about, had she the fortune to have any such companion.
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Living Arrangements
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- Residence Perhaps Jumana is unaware of the social stigma attached in North America to trailer life, but she appears to be perfectly comfortable living out in the desert in her Airstream trailer.
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- Vehicle Pictured at right, Jumana's very swanky Mercedes G550 truck would appear to be more costly than she can afford, but the cheerful lioness doesn't let such details cramp her style.
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| Alias is fro because I am not that clever.
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| Apparent Age:
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Early Twenties
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| Demeanor:
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Celebrant
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| Nationality:
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South African
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| Breed:
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Metis
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| Tribe:
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Simba
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Animal Magnetism—Humans
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Life in Pictures
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