Post by queendamu on Mar 6, 2010 0:48:40 GMT -5
001. NAME• Kenya Malaika Damu
002. NICKNAME• Kenya
003. AGE• 20
004. BIRTHDATE• July 22 1989
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Alexandria, Egypt
001. YOUR FACE•slender, high cheekbones, very exotic (still searching)
002. HAIR• Dark Black, and WILD, curls swirls and kinks following its own rhyme and rhythm, erratic raucous.
003. EYES• ] Light brown with a strange opaqueness that mimics the Nile when stirred by rain.
004. HIEGHT• 5'10''
005. WEIGHT• 168
006. BODY MODS•Kenya has one tattoo or what would better be described as a brand...The brand of her PHARAOH.
007. FASHION/STYLE• fully describe fashion
001. LIKES• dancing, music, watching the hustle and bustle of the city,reading, quiet, observing people and their conversations(ease dropping),tending to her poison garden
002. DISLIKES• the egyptian dielect of arabic, shadows, animals, myrrh,wachful eyes
003. FEARS• never being free, turning into whatever it is damu is, dying alone with no one, cats, Demo
004. STRENGTHS• can read people, avoids danger, can sense lies,high tolerance for pain, conformist
005. WEAKNESSES• conformist, door mat, never voices opionion, daydreamer, naiev.
006. ODDITIES• Kenya is branded,has never been to school, but could be a historian easy, admires nefertiti, has never watched TV or any other form of media.
007. ORIENTATION• Virgin, and find beauty in both men and women
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• What is meant to happen will
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Kenya is soft spoken and observant, uasually speaks rarely because the overflow of ideas and thoughts in her head.She has been called regal, taking her que on behavior fro Demo. She always refrains from any activities that would draw attention to her, perfect for the life that she lives as a damu doll.Kenya has steered clear of exploring what she truely belives in moral and immoral, she learned early in life that her personal belief rarely meant much. Therefore, Kenya's mantra what is meant to happen. She has thought of a higher being, someone to save her, a life after this, but her logic forced her to push that idea in to the far corner of her mind. Demo is her higher being, he owns her spirit soul and body, and it is to him she must pledge her allegence, it is him who can grant her freedom.
001. PARENT ONE• Nameless Kenyan merchant, sold his daughter, Kenya, after his wife's death during child birth. He refused to name her saying to a village elder, "her name is cattle, because that will be her price."
002. PARENT TWO• nameless Kenyan woman died while giving birth to Kenya
003. SIBLINGS• na.
004. PETS• na
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW• Kenya Damu, was born in the scorching dry country of Kenya, and though she bears the name of her birth place she has not laid eyes on it, nor the kin of it. Kenya had never asked about where she had come from or how she came to lead the life she had, but she had continuously been told that her mother died a painful death giving birth to her, and her father in a state of grief and disappointment sold her to traveler for a sickly heifer and calf.
She struggled with the falsity of the story, but came to the realization that either way the story meant nothing she would never make it home, never see her family, never be what most Kenyan girls were; Free, free from Demonicous, her owner, her lord, her pharaoh, and as he had told her time and time again HER GOD.
Kenya grew up in his compound and saw him rarely, but noted the respect, the fear, and the admiration that planted itself in the eyes of anyone who came into his presence. Kenya saw Demonicous as a teacher, through his example, and in her eyes he was a saint. Along with the innocence of childhood, the naivety of that idea faded away.
As womanhood staked its claim on Kenya’s body everyday Demo's lust for Kenya grew. She saw it smoldering in is eyes, lit like two coals, pit black rings encircling red hot coals, and burning right through her being. She could fell it smothering her with suffocating heat, and knew that somehow her life was dependent on steering clear of Demo, but in this place, HIS place it was near impossible.
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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• questions, comments, anything...
002. HISTORY• On an especially torrid night she lay in her bed, as a slightly cool breeze swept in through the balcony’s picture window, bringing with it the smell she loved most. The smell of her city the smell of the Nile. The sheets invoked the silken sheets to glide off of her amber skin. Just as her bed linens fell into a cascade of color onto the alabaster floor, her servant flew into the room.
"Hurry my dear the lord is requesting you presence, we have got much to do!"
In a furry she pulled clothes of rich fabrics, finely woven hair, cosmetics, and awe inspiring jewelry from a cherry wood chest as Kenya wondered,
"Where did these things come from," and most importantly,"why is demo requesting me, AT NIGHT!"
The chest was intricately carved. A massive lion, with rubies set in his eyes, clinched a gazelle in his razor-sharp teeth. Kenya reached for the gazelle she wished she could set it free, and then pulled her hand away. “What is meant to happen will.” she thought.
Just as she renewed her mind Ameen, the servant, leaped at Kenya, untwined her hair, and dumped her into an oil bath of jasmine and sandalwood, all in one movement and was back out of the room. Kenya stayed put still in trying to prepare he mind for what was to come, prepare for what this night might mean. Kenya closed her muddy brown eyes and drifted off, only to awake to four more servants including Ameen, applying make up and placing her braided hair into an extravagant updo.
"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!"
They all squawked at once. Kenya obliged and climbed out of the bath in no hurry to find out what the night had in store. The servants adorned her with the beautiful jewels from the chest. First a golden necklace with dozens of onyx medallions hanging down around the necklace one over lapping the next. She stared down into the gem that centered the neck piece, and there again was the lion. Kenya thought back to the gazelle trapped, the lion’s prey waiting for death to come….waiting. The sights, the sound, and the feelings were all a blur, from that point and suddenly Kenya stood in front of a colossal double door made of some wood that could not have been native to North Africa. The door was black or at least it looked black in the dark of the night, it was dusted with flakes of red. As she stood there the doors flew open. She could see nothing in the dark that engulfed the room, but moved as if she was given specific directions. She glided in to the room making no hesitation and turned left, picked up one lit candle and proceeded to light sporadic candles on a wall of what seemed like hundreds of candles. Kenya thought to herself,
“Why? Why am I doing this?”
With the enlightening on each candle more of the room became visible. The walls like the door was black and speckled red, she instantly knew what it was, red granite from china. Years ago she had met the son of a Chinese merchant, who had teased her for never having seen a person of oriental decent.
“You know Lucy Lu, Bruce Lee? Ha, what are you a hermit? Don’t you watch TV?” he laughed, and never stopped laughed right out of the door, preventing Kenya to ask about “TV”.
Then a cold shock brought her back to reality. She had never felt such a cold. It was disturbingly frigid, yet she did not move. The cold settled on the skin under her jawbone, were Demo’s brand laid a beacon of his owner ship. Then that feeling materialized, that feeling that suffocated her everyday, becoming heavier and heavier still.
“damu doll,” He whispered.
Demonicous, his lips colder then alabaster floor that she stood on and jus as firm. The lips did not move this time but Kenya heard the words in her head that would change her life.....DAMU DOLL, my dearest BLOOD DOLL]•
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