- Ascended Name: Gallar Ahamkara
- Birth Name: Scheherazade Rosehanra
- Nickname: Gally - Gala
- Alias: Firebringer | Mistress
- Titles: Mother of Dragons | Empress |Goddess of War | Mistress of Glory
- Species: Dravala [x]
- Homeworld: Solaris
- Residence: Shambhala
- Rank(s): Master
- Padawan(s): Unkown
- Force Sensitive: Yes
- Force Alignment: Chaotic Evil
- Marital Status: Taken by [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
- Sexual Conduct: Bi-sexual
- Sin(s): Wrath, Greed, Avarice
- Languages: Dovah | Broken Galactic Standard
- Occupation: Empress of Shambhala
- Gender: Female
- Age: 570 GSY
- Height: 7f5
- Weight: 555lbs
- Skin Color: Milk Chocolate
- Eye Color: Amber Gold
- Hair Color: Garnet Red
- Portrayed By: Personal Art
- Voice Sample: War Bringer
Scheherazade Pre-Ascension
A precursor of famine, the ravager of beauty and the usurper of wealth. She is a woman composed of debilitating darkness, the cavalier of decay wrapped gallantly in genteel robes. A curved beak gilded, glimmering in its satiating garnishments of mannerly offence, acerbic syllables sure to scorch (the salt in a weeping wound) and appall, though bandage with liquid honey. There is a predatory charisma which exudes from every encrusted aperture; a miasmic allure, a tyrannous magnetism which alike moth to flame, only fascinates to burn.
To scald the skin, and fester the flesh. Classic, dapper debonair, she extrudes the more roughened persuasion of feminine refinement, the hard boned stature absent of soft and fleshy distinction to define a more a lacking caliber, but there is nothing upon her that manifests the slightest provoking thought of subtlety within the hardened expanse of powerful, rippling sinew, and delving, calloused features of someone who had to mature far beyond their due.
Of considerable frame, she stands of herculean derive, toned and edged in the sharpened raze of a driving blade, primal and coiled bearing of silent wait of a crusade vindicator, an artisan of both impassioned affair and war as its contrive lines the thickened proportion of virile eminence. Laden deep in the thickened raze of wildened obsidian, lavished in the profound hue of obscurity and penumbra, she is a creature of dusk and shade that looms in the contour of evoking the memory of midnight, of searing torridity, and the listless chime of carillon warning in the distance beneath the tracing intimacy of fevered fingertips as burnished, bedroom eyes of avid gold eclipse in the smoldering veil of carnality.
Shoulder blades arch and coil in acute strength and physical prowess, from their erotically protruding joints bask and spread the great wings of seraph's grace, breadth wide, power discernible, adorned in the long, thickened flounce of feathery aerodynamic down. She is the light who casts a lustrous shadow of eerie darkness, an enveloping grandeur shorn from years of ghostly, clandestine propriety.
Supremacy flows through the invisible chasms of an iron moat eroded by the soft ebbing tide of chilling waters. Embraced, in the saccharine fever of early Winter's fervent ice, her lips of pallid stone persist in sealed devilry, secrets hoarded in possessive fixation, the argent delicacy of this ripened lamb silhouetted against a mantle of supernal bewitchment. Cloying chess-master contessa; she exhales the seething breath of goddesses, embellished therein the conniving coil of mortal intrigue.
The exemplified omen of pestilence, an ophidian Queen, Mother of Dragons, parse fibers and sinewy hides. She is wrought of volcanic marble, a deific countenance chiseled in reptilian devotion; her physique bowing like a prehensile avifauna, svelte curvature arcing in viperish flexibility, giving the impression of nimble fragility. Entangled by thorns; her bodice oft rife with cold machinating beauty, android and steely, whose desires lay dead and frigid within ophidian, slender shell. She were imprisoned betwixt the diaphanous fabric of lethargic stupor.
Barbed wire forged, woven of stygian pearl; hues of a tinted gold, they manifest an exquisite iridescence across adonial musculature, angled limb and sinew chiseled with gleaming jackknife artistry gleaned from the bow of artemis, carved in subtle sacrilege donning threaded heartstrings of heralded vessel. Sumptuous athleticism is lacquered in the scaling of draconian plate.
Her clothes are reaped from the throes of blinding darkness, the somber saturation of searing winter's falling agleam within elegantly whorled coiffure, hirsute curls and winding plume framing visage of baronial masculinity, temptingly and seductively mature in its cold, sinister regard. She is a mass of emotionless misfortune, a creature born therein the throes of cynical ordainment. Careened and cultivated in a sealed curse of misanthropic iniquity, a woman that views the world through lenses of darkened marble, the reality of the world a creation carved meticulously from the bleached bones of sin and transgression.
Devoid of hope, teeming with furtive despair, she dons no vein of faith, merely the veil of numb apathy, indifference a swarm of locusts forever collectively feeding upon the crops of trust which attempt to grow within her deadened psyche. No breed of quest fuels her, for such exquisite emptiness is soft filled by they who chooses what of which she will consist. She bends to the will of wrath.
A willing contessa; the blind courtesan offers freely the flesh of her neck in willowy propriety. And yet, an untouchable pariah in way of essence and chilling ambiance. A maw touched by Ani, darkened and burnt by the flames of the damned in Hell, it scorches her tongue and taunts her jaws to a mask of disguise, a mask of lies and a mask of darkness. Mother. Holds in a high regard, beautiful visage and delicate doll. Father. Immortal being, a God. No ropes of love tie these two together, only united in their goal to create something worthy of their legacy.
Tell me audience...is she not worthy?
A particular fascination lies nurtured under her oppressive seams. The thirst for somatic superiority. The beautiful, the superficial husk to which her eyes long to ravage and her fingers ache to purge from the pearly bone beneath. To render tissues and paint her own canvas of grisly disfigurement. Though such drastic pleasures are tempered beneath her simple desire to covet, to substantiate herself over them and make them crawl upon the floor in quiescent conquest. Subservience. Sweet slavery, overvalued liberty pilfered.
She has a similar fascination for gold, treasures; trinkets that shine, and valuables that glimmer. Everything of corporeal splendor must be owned, she must have all, and she is above no means to obtain her desires. Whether by deception, or simply merciless and perverse devastation. Her jealous rage, her demoniac beguilement. Adonian rite, the smoldering grace of Apollo and the intentful lavish of Artemis's hunterian demand, she is the last remnant of primeval strike, the bow and arrow that brought down the erymanthian boar, the sharpened drive of the sword through the impassable flesh of nemean lion, and that severed the screaming heads of the lernaen hydra all within the single, fell blow of hardied hands; famed bane of Hera, the lustful fault of Zeus, within her, she carries the herculean heritage of divinity's past and the mortal fracture of human lethality.
Shuddering power of eidolon regime, reigning imminence of rugged kings of the wilds, it drenches her in a thickened slather of sworn herald made in the promise of wrenching blood cut from the thrumming heart-lines of a dying sovereign of primitive strain and drawn from the aegis of iron chalices. Looming, muscular, she is the Templar of holy divinity, a seraphic creation derived to become the bulwark of the ryche, a partisan, a knight devoted wholly to the presentation of chosen cause that had become the need for servitude of a higher, intended calling. Every inch of sleekened, roughened curvatures that brim with the hardened press of delving flesh honed, edging muscle that were wrought to withhold, to remain adamant against driving force that shift, ripple, and curve in the arch of gleaming sinew forged in the searing pyres of rigid cast, of Hephaestus's dwelling brilliance beneath sable, crimson flesh. She is the last meld born phillistine, of liberated savagery, the czars of old with her golden kissed eyes of steadfast assertion of unfaltering resolve that remains intent upon its final purpose; to destroy and conquer.
She is the goddess of seduction and the priest of destruction. Victims will shudder in her quake and bow down to their unholy ruler. A finesse virile gorged beyond the grooves of mist laden secretion, forever loitering along the tender, corroding banks of malevolent chill, an enticing, sickly aura of frigid seduction plaintively nipping at agile scolded heels. Whose lithe, cajoling embrace whispers of darkness, a scorching laden caress leaving flesh horrifyingly destitute, thrashed in succulent stagnancy from intrinsic skeletal allure. A churning altar echoing of fog, of haze clouded in incendiary delirium, she is the face of glacial provocation, the cooling touch that beseeches the towering rows of incendiary hellish flame, the corridor of endless gloss, light, and ill fates swallowed and consumed with harsh, self-vindictive compliance.
Se is wrung of moral blood, but ever still possesses the conduct proper of her minor centuries long ruling, austerity a sinking, flowing entity, within which she wallows in the intoxicant dusts of socerous marrows long since dispersed. A ravishing sense of quiet discord barely humbles the reaping of her vainglorious engrossment, rampant lacings of venom induced hysteria carefully hidden beneath wrappings of immaculate propriety, frigid elegance, and poker faced debauchery all calmly mantling the dipped wax of swarthy, licentious filth feasting and breeding beyond the sultry veil of empyrean elitism.
Her image is everything and anything; a culture of splendor inseminated therein her noble cultivation and golden woven blood. In keen discernment her sophistication and restraint are the greatest of her tools within an inventory of polished felicity. In the vigilant spirit of prudence and precision, she waxes, and wanes, as the foundation of his endeavors would cause a discreetly judicious psyche to dictate.The all seeing; the all knowing; ruminations and observance bear no heed to rectitude, only efficiency. Inadequacy is neither entertained nor tolerated; for naught is her patience with undivided weakness. Each blemish she finds, on those who surround her, or upon herself, is viciously scrutinized, and mercilessly sacrificed to the flames and scattered into dust.
Elemental Shaping
Gallar is an extremely talented Shaper who has spent centuries of her life dedicating herself to the art and form of the four elemental natures. Taking great care and dedication to understand and learn the spiritual and physical aspects of each unique element in attempts to utilize them to their fullest potential. The element she is the most attuned with is that of Fire, the most passionate yet destructive of the four elements; utilizing it with her highly aggressive and unforgiving combat style which often wears opponents down rather quickly with the relentless flurry of fiery strikes mixed with devastating physical attacks.
The dragoness has a natural affinity with the element of fire, and as a result it is the main element she utilizes when in physical combat as it is an element she nearly always has immediate access to. As the element of Power Gallar displays highly destructive talents, capable of burning away enemies who dare venture to close and turning most organic life into ashes. However, the element is not without its own set of flaws and is often the easiest to counter despite its raw power.
Her favorite of the four elements however often lies with the element of Earth, but sadly it can only ever be utilized while on a solid geometric mass rather than the metal sheets of ships or metal floors of cityplanets, limiting its overall usage in everyday life. However, when given the opportunity she uses the element of earth as a highly defensive style with aspects of countering and supplementary usage. She favors this element as it grants her the ability to sabotage the very earth in which her opponent treks, causing tremors, obliterating the surface in which she herself stands as an explosive defense and attack or simply overwhelm her opponents.
This element however requires a special connection to the earth in which she stands and as a result she is only capable of commanding it effectively when she can actually feel it. To wait, listen, and await the perfect moment to strike rather than constantly going on the offensive. When using this specific element Gallar becomes cemented in place and never really moves from a single spot if she can help it, making it extremely useful in situations where she must defend someone or something from a greater foe.
The third element she favors is the element of Water, the element of change. While using it only sparingly when the need arises Gallar displays an impressive amount of skill in allowing her body to move fluidly while in combat allowing for some rather fearsome techniques when utilizing it. She is greatly skilled with Water Shaping, but not nearly as much as she is with fire and earth, making it one of those rare abilities that are used mainly to surprise an opponent rather than something she opens a fight with.
That being said, Water Shapings strength is its great versatility. So rather than supporting a separate set of offensive methods, Gallar employs defensive techniques that can be transformed into attacks and counters - defense into offense. Instead of simply deflecting an attack, Gallar uses defensive maneuvers focus on control, achieved through turning an opponent's own strength against them, rather than directly harming the opponent. This is also an element that rarely sees use given just how rare large bodies of water are in any given situation.
Her worst element however is that of Air, the element of freedom. The reason she struggles so much with this element is simply because of her massive size and weight, incapable of being as agile and acrobatic as others who would be more suited for the element. However, despite that she can manage to flow like a leaf and utilize the element in surprising burst and pulls which can often catch an opponent off guard. So while she may not be as evasive or light, she can use Air Shaping in fatal ways by overwhelming opponents with highly forceful pushes, or simply manipulating the air around a target.
Strengths & Weaknesses
Physical Perfection: Gallar, by nature is an extremely powerful woman with a physical form to compliment it. When she stands she stands like a Greek statue, towering over other men at a staggering 7ft2; fearsome and unwavering. Her muscle mass is obvious and her bones are rather dense, making her akin to that of a tank rather than a delicate flower like some may think when imaging the common image of a 'woman'. She is capable of absorbing heavy attacks without staggering and is capable of striking back with ten times the amount of force. Her body can be further enhanced with the use of abilities such as Force Weapon, allowing her to manipulate her own body in order to become more physically powerful which suits her role as a hand to hand combatant. She can also amplify her physical power through the force and become several times stronger than her natural strength which already nearly surpasses Wookies themselves, allowing her to preform devastating strikes.
Goddess of War: Born in the ashes of her enemies and raised with a thirst for blood Gallar is considered one of the most brutal and effective warriors of her people. Considered a Goddess of War and battle tactics, once this red haired maiden enters the battlefield she enters with authority and purpose, rarely will she ever be at a last for what to do next as her sole purpose becomes to dominate unconditionally. This and with the help of the ability Battlemind she is able to preform extraordinarily well in any form of conflict.
Destructive: While this is normally something many know, it is very obvious that Gallar is extremely violent and destructive when provoked. She expresses challenged or insulted in even the slightest of ways she becomes a violent force of nature that is to be reckoned with. She will not hesitate to destroy everything in her path if it simply means she comes out on top.
Egotistical: Its all about her, she she makes sure everyone knows it. She possesses a rather severe god-complex making her highly insensitive to the needs or desires of others she is not closely associated with. She is loud, obnoxious, and has a very 'in your face' attitude while also displaying an unhealthy amount of avarice. Also demanding worship from those beneath her to further stroke her ego.
Greedy: Referring to one of her sins, Greed plays a heavy part in her character because she is always seen swooning over anything valuable for even remotely eye catching. A common trait among her kind, she seems to find herself constantly surrounded by things of value. A collector, hoarder, and overall possessive individual at best. She can often be defused from taking hostile action if bribed with something shiny or pretty and the easiest way to become an ally to her is by offering bounties of gold and jewels.
Bad Senses: A Dravas sense of smell, sight, and overall hearing is considered to be very below average. Their sight because of their infrared vision, only allowing them to see heat signatures rather than the specifics of their environment or their opponents. Their sense of smell is below average seeing as they use their tongue to mainly do that and that is just for picking up chemicals in the air around them to get a good idea of what certain things are. And their sense of hearing is slightly impaired. Using heir horns as echo chambers so that they can focus their hearing through them which often results in rather negative results.
Cold Temperatures: Very simple, yet very effective. What heat and fire would feel like to a normal human like me and you, is what the cold and ice feels like to them. They cannot survive in cold climates and can easily be subdued by someone like an Ice Shaper or Snow Shaper. If they were put on a planet like Hoth they'd only be able to survive a few hours before flat out dying. If combating a Drava, the most effective weapon one could have is a fire extinguisher. The cells in their body cannot withstand temperatures below a certain threshold and they get things like frostbite extremely easily (Almost as if they are being 'burned'). This limits their engagements and their ability to travel.
Highly Emotional: Gallar is not known for her poker face or absence of attachment. She, like all Drava are passionate, they are emotional, and as a result they are incredibly predictable. It is very simple to anger or offend such sensitive creatures and because of it they are prone to very violent action over the most trivial of things. This is a weakness on their part in the sense that they can be easily influenced or taken advantage of but in doing so the offender takes a very slippery risk. Play with fire and you may just get burned yes?
