Jaressis (Nivel 1) mail warning

[This is a fantasy RP account, made to tell a story of the character]

I feel enveloped by a kindred spirit. I bask in its loving warmth and serenity..... and yet sometimes. I feel hollow......

Jaressis is an extensional, fictional persona of -----------, primarily emerging, without any obvious signs when her host is on the throws of passion, in the depths of RP

Jaressis is a fire genasi, a being birthed by a human mother, one of the many concubines of a middle-class Djinn lord in the city of Kalarthis, a trading metropolis/harbor bursting with a cacophony of lives.

Jaressis was a extremely charismatic creature, apparent even before she spoke. She was a natural at dancing, even as an infant, barely able to walk, yet
peculiarly mimicking the exotic dancers she saw in her father's harem.

She grew up to be just that, a girl, a young woman whose heart captivated the eyes of men and women with her hypnotic moves. Her nimble, taught body,
adorning various costumes that spurred the fantasy of her audience, produced moves of various speeds,and techniques, fluctuating between various levels of sensuality ,to inspire, and to awaken the hidden passions within

Jaressis was invoking the attention of many a men, and she loved it. She used her nubile, feminine body to lure them in, and her easy going, and playful but sensual nature to spark their attention, proof of it often tenting obscenely against their undergarments and outfits.

She quickly became enamored with the effect she had on people, the lust she invoked from their hearts. It was a foregone conclusion she would follow the steps of her mother. She decided her calling in life lied in the ancient profession of a courtesan

The city of Kalarthis, was founded and always had been ruled by the Djinns. They controlled the markets, the infrastructures, everything there was to control. Humans, while not openly admitted, was considered a feeble, lesser race, used only for labor, manning positions that were beneath the few but very powerful Djinns, and of course, slaves and servants. The same could be said for any other racial minority that inhabited the Great Harbor such as elves and dwarves.
Genasi, on the other hand, were hierarchied somewhere in the middle. They were not considered lowly races, since they had Djinn blood in them.
This resulted in Genasi being able to occupy more prestigious positions, usually that of management, overseeing and working on preserving the houses and in-city small empires of their Elemental ancestors, who comfortably reaped the benefits.

Jaressis was always impartial towards anyone. Her mind could not comprehend the discrimination other people had to endure, nor
bask in her birthright of a more privileged and comfortable life, as a genasi.

She decided she had the ability, neigh, the obligation to change things for the better.

She took the mantle of the ''Veiled dancer" to hide her identity. She quickly became a local legend, talks of her beauty, grace and unimaginable eagerness to invoke and accept lust spread across the nearby neighborhoods

Her body was a work of art, every curve and line designed to drive men wild with desire.
Her laughter was like music, low and throaty, hinting at the promise of pleasures yet to come.
She was a creature of mystery, veiled in shadow and secrets, and yet her allure was almost impossible to resist.

The veiled dancer used her connections, unending charm and amassed wealth, to start the landscape around her. She started slow, inconspicuously
turning racism into acceptance, intolerance to understanding, putting an end to any case of discrimination she could find and root out.

While doing so, she continued perfecting the craft of dancing and seduction, while also pursuing other means to hone her skills.
She got in contact with several religions,studying their scriptures and their ways, especially those that would help her agenda.

A few years passed....

The fable of the "Veiled dancer" had now spilled across all parts of the bustling Great Harbor
So much so, that outsiders visited the city, from land, or sea, looking to be captivated, by that otherworldly siren's beguiling influence
Rich men, willing to spend their fortunes, showering her (if they were lucky to find her) and her noble cause in gold
The people were happier, the trade routes flourished. Even a couple of Djinn's, while not officially, freed their slaves and gave them rights they never thought they would have....

This of course... was becoming a troublesome affair for the higher ups, the most ancient of the Djinns. What started as an amusing,silly little story the commoners would whisper to each other to comfort their lowly existence was now a real, tangible issue.....
Their confidence in their vast supernatural power, one which was never truly disputed had made them arrogant and complacent...
Now, influence was slipping out of their hands bit by bit, and while they could certainly exercise their immense power in a more... real and destructive sense to silence this preposterous notion of equality and freedom, they would destroy their paradise in the process...

A complicated problem, indeed....

Jaressis, was summoned to meet with the head of all families, the divine-like Djinn Akatamur

During their lengthy discussion, a battle of charismatic presence and wills, Akatamur offered Jaressis a great deal of things, most notably, a place in the
high council, where Akatamur presided. An honor never before offered.
He negotiated with her, using his silver tongue to convince her she was young and naive. She had not lived for thousands of years... She did not know how the world worked...The ''people'' she tried to unite? They were not as beautiful as she thought they were. They were petty, vindictive, living short lives, ridden with suffering, vices and disease. They waged war on one another, slaughtering themselves just for a bit of fickle power....
Those... beings? They would turn against her, sooner or later. A lesser creature bites the hands that feeds it, unless.... it knows the hand can crush it any time. Then it becomes complacent..
She was clearly a one of a kind woman, a precious stone, buried amongst.... dirt. She deserved to rise up.. Blind the others with its brilliance, with its grace..!
Otherwise, sooner or later.... She would be buried amongst the dirt.. Just another face of the masses, miniscule and forgotten... She would be wise to take her place amongst her true people,and not to mingle with the dirt any longer...

His words carried a beguiling but commanding tone, a voice of a being with the wisdom but not the burden of a hundred lifetimes....
She felt he truly respected her, what she had achieved, what she was....
But she could also hear the veiled warnings and threats, should she choose to disobey him.....

But how can she disobey her own heart? Bring joy and prosperity to hundreds of thousands, for the sake of less than a hundred...
She simply couldn't. She would make him think about the errors of his archaistic ways, whatever the cost...

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The following year, a civil war broke out within the city's walls. Strife and discord came forth, a battle between the cast of the aristocracy with its wealth and power, and the masses of the common folk with its numbers and thirst for justice.

And in the middle, torn and in between, the Veiled dancer, friend of both, foe of neither.
Her pacifist ways, refusing to take sides, healing the wounded and providing help for the affected could be considered stupid and dangerous by many, but admirable and awe-inspiring by others.

Her contributions, and of those that began to devoutly follow her, ended the conflict much quicker, saving countless lives from the bloodshed and mayhem the city would plunge itself.

One of the folklore describes:
A veiled, radiant figure climbed upon the wooden ramp, constructed by the aristocrats to execute ''rebellion zealots''. The same ramp, soiled with the blood of many a people, was now commandeered, half destroyed in rage and frustration by an angry mob, seizing humans working for the government
and a few genasi, to lynch them, an act of revenge for the lives of the revolutionaries taken in this very spot.....Some of them were killed, the rest trembling, as their terrible end approached

''STOP!'' she cried out
Her voice spread like a tidal wave across the gathered crowd.

It sounded otherworldly, strained, filled with regret and sorrow yet incredibly powerful in volume, enhance by bardic magic and amplified by her radiant presence

Everyone stopped in their tracks, a silence so deep, one could hear one's heart beating.....

Her body was shielding the remaining hostages, bound and beaten.
The crowd had stopped in its tracks, stupified seeing her, in flesh and blood, in front of them...

"Why do you do this, to yourselves?"
"Why do you kill and maim and destroy?"
"Do you hate yourselves so much, ruining everything you have built, cherished, and loved?"
"Why do you choose to turn a blind eye to the fact that you... are the same! And yet... so unique... Everyone of you!"
"So many lives ruined.... So many stories, feelings, dreams, put to the fire"
"And for what? Because you despise those who dress or talk or look differently?"
"I never wanted this for you..... Seeing you at each other's throats makes my heart bleed a thousand time over....."
"I love each and every one of you.... with every flaw, every imperfection you have..."
"And if you could see the kindness that you hide in your own hearts, I'm sure you would too"
"And you would know I can't watch you do this to yourselves...."
"If I'm the reason for this.... I wish I never loved you so deeply... so I could escape the pain of seeing you tear at each other..."
"I refuse to become the symbol of a bloodshed"

With that, she simply, dismounted the ramp, distraught and shaken, feeling sick, only lingering to make sure the people were not harmed
No one dared to talk to her... Her voice was so broken, one could fear they would break her, should they approach.....

And no one saw the Veiled dancer ever again........

Humbled by her outcry, the uprisings soon died down. A thirst for diplomacy and peace was forged by her absence..

The truth is......
Even in her sorrow she would not abandon them, even if she died trying.
But she couldn't

Jaressis died a few days later.... poisoned by an unknown source. A demonic poison had filled her veins, a most foul magic, designed to replace her dying soul with that of a demon, desecrating her life.

A few days after that a letter arrived in Akatamur's hands. A letter most peculiar
Sealed with a piece of veiled cloth, pierced with a pin with a blood diamond

I forgive but I do no forget.
And if you soil this city... my people any longer.
I will forget why I forgave

He was never the same again

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Jaressis soul had left her body, replacing it with a soulless demon, as the assassin's poison intended

However, a peculiar interaction had occurred
The demon had inherited all of her memories. Her body was now soulless, but her kindness, her drive, her love for all life was still there.
She was... is... still Jaressis. Almost
A demon that loves

Jaressis is a higher succubus demon. She lives her life in peace, with her many children, her identity never linked with the Veiled dancer
Being a wealthy, influential person, she chooses to quietly help her local community grow and flourish, enjoying and preserving the new era of war-free prosperity in her homeland

She has all her abilities she retained in ''life'', augmented by her powerful demonic traits.
However, she almost never uses her newly acquired powers to harm, unless it is an act of self defense or defending her family
A very astute individual, with a particular set of skills like a grand exorcist or a high priest might realize she is no ordinary genasi
That being said, they will never feel the malicious, destructive intent that the vast majority of demons possess simply because there isn't one
She shares many similarities with her original self, albeit a bit more fiendishly playful and teasing, sometimes sarcastic

As expected she has a very high sex drive and thirst for essence which she satiates with various lovers she comes across
She takes pleasure in that of others, enjoying fulfilling their fantasies and watching them squirming in ecstacy.
She enjoys any type of creampie, and playing with her sticky ''food'' in various ways

If she feels particularly connected to her partner,usually after establishing some form of connection, she activates her reproductive system to allow impregnation.

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