Amayah Alqamari
Faceclaim: Robyn Fenty (Rihanna)
Species: Half-Blood Nephilim
Age: Looks 23 | Real 26
Status: Warrior; In the community
Family: None

Centuries ago this very Earth was ruled by Supernatural Beings. But everything has its own end. Nothing seems to last forever; or it is all just an Illusion of Life who's playing the Wicked Games with us; and our own minds. Angels & Demons first fallen onto this very own Earth we live in today. The gates of Heaven & The gates of Hell; yet opened once again to bring the Darkness & the Light on this very Earth. The Darkness to Rule and manipulate the people to follow the Leaden into the Land of Death.

The gates of Heaven & The gates of Hell now closed yet not letting anyone in or out. The Earth now became; what people back in that Century feared. The Earth became the field for War, the War where only one will win; and they the others will die and burn in Eternal Flame of Fire being the closed Gates of Hell. Angels and Demons; sworn Enemies; The Light to break the Darkness; and the Darkness to break the light. Demons used the good looks to charm humans; women and men both the gender did not matter for the cursed soul from Hell. Angels trying to conquer the force of Darkness by mixing its Angelic blood and genes with Humans; yet only to get women pregnant. That time was the time when this Earth was ruled by Light and Darkness; every day on that Earth was nothing but the Torture and a will, a will to Survive; but it all came to the end one day; the final day for this Hell to be erased from this Earth. When people thought that this Hell ended by the day when Angels & Demons were killed and sent back in the Empire of the sky; new force showed up on earth. Egypt; Alexandria the very centre of Supernatural. But Hell was never erased from this Earth. Demons & Angels left this earth; but they did not leave without leaving a message not for this Generation of people; but for all future Generations. They left the children; yet few of them half-human; half-demons. But that was not enough. This Earth along with people being the swan of Demons & Angels; but the curse to all of us. New generation of new species; a man who was able to control the Element of fire; a woman who was able to Control all the elements on this Earth. All people were brought on this Earth with curse; they were blessed with a curse with whom they will live and they will not have choice to change what and who they are; no matter how hard they try to do so. Egypt yet once again ruled by Cleopatra the Queen of Egypt; the woman who almost had Greek Empire on its Knees. But now it is all forgotten in History buried deep down within Egypt and its own Mystery. A baby girl who would never see her future by bringing the curse was born in Egypt—Alexandria. Her mother was yet one of the Supernatural beings who survived all those Centuries even if the time of Queens of Egypt ruling the Empire & this Earth. Her name and her beauty were even a Mystery to Cleopatra the Queen of Egypt who had the beauty and intelligence that only women could dream about.

But soon enough the Dragonkin woman feared for her future in Egypt; she survived everything and yet now she did not need to have The Queen on her back. Morgana was the name of Dragonkin woman; the woman who left Egypt; the woman who flew all the way to Russia only to meet people like her; the Dragonkins.

She found that Russia was the very first ground where Dragonkins stepped in; she spent her life in Russia learning and mastering her Element of Fire. But she did not come across her own; she came across her Enemies. Nephilims. Nephilims & Dragonkins the hate between them yet only enough for History to repeat all over again. Just like Angels and Demons; Dragonkins & Nephilims; both cursed beings were wrapped in one box. And you cannot escape; it is all about; kill or be killed. Despite the Anger which grew in Morgana every time she would see an Angel Child; she met the love of her life. Who would say that the sworn Enemies would turn anger and hatred into Love? Both of them were in danger; yet once again for the blood to be spilled on the Ground of Russia. They knew the Love they feel for each other is dangerous and deadly; but that was not the only thing that stood in their way; the man she fell in love with was the Nephilim a man who is Half Human-Half Angel. The water to her fire. And yet the fire inside that woman would be shut down by the water; but yet again eternal flame will never stop to fight and grow, each day. The only solution they found is Escape.

They would fight this war; that would fight but they knew one of them will end up dead. And now Morgana was the one to tell the Story of Egypt; the palace where she was born; now with all Queens of Egypt buried deep down under the ground within the Danger was the only solution. The male Nephilim did not think of anything else; but the man crazy in love agreed to words of his woman, not knowing that he is going into his own personal Hell.

After few days they arrived to Egypt—Alexandria. The love between them grew day by day; and yet the happiest women in their lives were when Morgana found out that she was pregnant. She had his child inside her body. It took them many years to settle down in Alexandria; blending in with the rest of those Humans. But the wild love came to an end. Morgana grew older and male Nephilim started to feel the anger he never felt before around her. The nature did not turn against them for any reason; to make them sworn enemies.

In the end we will always search for our own; and destroy everything on our way. The hatred now became the only bound between the two Lovers. And yet the child of Nephilim growing day by day in woman's stomach became nothing but the Nightmare to Dragonkin woman; Morgana. She could feel the child and its power. She could feel the enemy crowing inside her stomach—and yet not even thinking that a child has the blood of hers as well—travelling through child's veins. The man would only be fared for the future of his cursed Child—the Child was not even born; but the cuts had already taken its victim. The male Nephilim less sadistic than his Dragonkin woman –Morgana would only sneak up at night when Morgana was sleeping – placing his hand on her stomach only to feel the kick of the child inside her – the joy was only expression on his face; but that joy would only turn into Fear—after his mind brings the reality back. His unborn child was in Danger—because the child was blessed with the same curse its father was.

The same house that they lived in; was nothing but the Hell for both of them. Of course of them would simply leave but again—Male Nephilim could not leave his child alone. The child was not burn yet – but the Male Nephilim was already bounded to his child. I guess that is the love that only parents can feel for their child—the pure love – the love that has no limits or rules. You are loved for what you are and not for what you are not. The clock was now ticking away the time; day by day the stomach of women few along with child inside her. Morgana was not only annoyed by the touch she felt almost every night from her lover—but then the child was her main problem. Few days before she will give a birth to baby she tried to kill the baby inside her by stabbing herself few times into stomach—and yet the blade only enough to miss the body of the baby. The blood running down to her stomach – the scars only left to bleed until the male Nephilim woke up in the middle of the night; his feet moving into the Living room; the place where his lover tried to kill the child inside her.

His cold icy gaze locked on a picture right in front of his face – Dragonkin female lying down onto floor with blood all over lower part of body. The reaction on his face – yet more than enough to express the fear—the fear who now happened to be real. Running down to her—he lifted her up – trying to put his shirt onto her bleeding scars; but yet the Demonical women fought back by hitting him with the ball of Flame which was formed by her anger – not the anger of the tough that he is touched her but the thought of the child still being alive inside her. The moment when fire ball hit the Nephilim– his hands raised up yet his powers enough to break the water from the pipe. His powers now mixed up with anger blocking the ball of fire which was shooting towards him. He knew he could not do nothing if his woman forms the wall of Fire – the house would be turned into Ashes and yet the baby would not be alive if she tries to kill the baby again. The male Nephilim knew that he cannot wait anymore. His lover was now weak and yet he used her weakness by using the power of Element; using the power of water.

Yet now the house was filled up with water – the Dragonkin woman weak even to speak. He ripped the dress off from his wife—taking the knife she used to kill the baby—enough for him to make a cut on her belly once again to him to place his hands deep down into her stomach. These ears yet focused on the breathing of the baby – his hands travelling up his fingers slowly tapping on the body of the baby – before wrapping his palms gently around her small body. His hands moving up before he finally placed the baby out from the Stomach. A small baby girl in his hands moving her legs yet only letting a gasp to escape her lips. The baby's cry bounced in the house – a joy dancing on Male Nephilim's face the moment he held her in his hands. He could not explain this feeling – but he was the happiest man in the world. The innocent child was now brought onto his world full of Darkness and danger. The male Nephilim was worried about his lower – he knew she will try to kill the baby girl when she takes over the full control of her Element. The Element of Fire – ready to burn and turn everything into ashes; not caring about anything or anyone at the time. The danger was already placed upon that child—not by strangers but by her own Mother.

The mother who was supposed to share the joy of giving a Birth – but instead she tried to kill the swan inside her. But not all mothers are the same – not every person on this world was capable of Love. Love is a strong word – not only a word – but the meaning. Love can save you – but Love can destroy you. And now male Nephilim knew he cannot turn back time – time his only enemy which he cannot escape or turn back to fix the mistake of his past. But yet for him – his child was no mistake. For his lover Morgana—this child was nothing but the curse – but for him it was a Blessing. A blessing for having someone who's worth living and dying for. Despite the Anger and Hatred for his lover Morgana – he could not leave her to die. She was the mother of his child after all – he believed that there is still a good in his Lover. He believed that his Lover will change her mind the moment she sees the little angel. With his thoughts – yet again he wrapped the baby girl into one blanket before leaving her into his arms. The wave of his hand moving the water away from his wife – yet only leaving her to heal as he took the baby girl and moved into the bedroom which was made for the baby girl.

He placed her down onto the bed before his gaze locked with hers. His lips curling up the smile yet his eyes holding up the tears. His hands moved up onto baby's face his index finger moving on her face wiping away the tears of an angel. Placing his lips onto her forehead he leaving a kiss – he moved his lips up to her ear letting a whisper to escape his lips „ My little angel – you are already a survivor – Cleopatra will be your name – and I, your father --- will proudly watch you taking over the Egypt. His closed his eyes for a second before the aura of his Lover, Morgana – disturbed him. He could feel her breath travelling down to her neck. His eyes wide opened as he turned around to face his Lover. His gaze could see the hatred in her eyes – her thoughts yet more than obvious to him.

A woman held her hand wrapped around her stomach as her left hand stated on the wooden line on the bed. Her heavy breath escaping her crassly scarlet lips—she widely locks of hair framing her face. Her jaw drops down as moved up to her Initia Lover—her cocoa hues yet filled up with hatred fixed on him. The red blood dripping down from the scar; the flesh of her stomach remaining cut of but yet not enough for her to start healing—covering her hands in blood; yet the blood drops down onto wooden floor marking the bloody History of this very Room.

Her words like arrows shoot right into his heart “You, you think that you can DESTROY ME? FOOLISH MAN; YOU CHOSE HER—ABOMINATION JUST LIKE YOU?! “ She stopped herself—her teeth sinking into her crispy lips—breathless she spoke once again – lifting her head up using her last atom of power; gazing Right into his eyes as the sparkle of Flame in her eyes shoots right at him—only showing her hatred once more “She will BEG ME TO END HER LIFE. I SWEAR TO YOU WITH MY ETERNAL FLAME—SHE WILL BURN AND YOU WILL BE THERE TO WATCH HER TURNING INTO NOTHING BUT THE ASHES. And you“ she pointed at him with her Index finger—the words yet breaking from her lips in tone full of Anger “You will be the one to Suffer the most.” With those words; the flame in her eyes faded away—her body yet weak dropping down onto floor; her wild locks of hair covering her pale face—yet the weakness still remaining on her face.

The strong almost last breath escaped her lips—her eyes shutting down yet her hand covered up in blood dropping down by her side. The male Initia knew he cannot help her – he cannot hear the Hatred from the Bottom of his Lover's heart. Taking the child into his arms he ran out from the House. Yet searching for Shelter in this Night of Horror. He stood in the middle of the Street searching for his Salvation; the baby girl in his hands yet only remaining still—she did not even shed a tear when she found herself with her Father Cesar in the middle of the Street. His hands moved up to his daughter's head before he pulled her into his arms yet his warm cheeks pressing against hers—holding her tight he walked down the Street; the City lights seem to be focused on the man with the baby in his arms—which only brought attention of Locals. One old woman moved up to him-placing her hand on his shoulder as she scanned the baby—he snapped at her the moment she placed her hands on his shoulder “You. STAY AWAY FROM US.“ Nephilim knew this woman was the one who remained deep into Darkness of the Woods of Egypt – working on black magic.

But yet his mind was not blocked from thinking all he knew is that he must find a home for his daughter and keep her far away from her Mother. He knew that his daughter will grow up one day; and yet she will be the to ask about her Mother. The old woman was the Initia as well; she could smell the fear of this young man – she knew that it is now her Destiny to do the good in her life—Cesar somehow felt the safety when woman spoke up. “Come my child. She survived and she will survive once again. “The man would not leave his daughter alone with that woman—he needed to make sure that his little Angel will be on the safe place. Yet he cannot trust this woman enough. The woman nodded her head gesturing them the way to her Home. After few mines of walk The Male Nephilim—Cesar finally saw the small house. Yet only enough for him and his daughter to spend the night. A baby girl who was born few minutes ago—did not even get a chance to taste the Milk from her mother. But her actions and her calmness did not give her away. Old woman took the baby from man's arms—leaving into the bathroom giving a newBorn a bath. After than the baby got a chance to taste the Milk.

Of course it was not the Milk from her mother; but it was enough to feed the hunger. Cesar- the male Nephilim did not know to find the right words to thank this woman. His gaze focused on his little baby his hand moving up to her forehead – his lips letting out the words sadness domination on each word of his „ The tears of an angel ,you are my Blessing...but you. I will not let her to hurt you. I promise you that.“ He turned his head down—squeezing his palm before sinking his teeth into his bloody red lips. He wanted to leave his child and go away for her own good—but still the moment he heard her cry once again—he froze standing in one spot. He knew that she will suffer without her parents but he loved her enough to let her go- to have a new better life, far away from him and her Mother, her mother who was her own sworn enemy.

But again his mind was filled up with Question; how will the old lady fight back? How will she have the power to protect his precious Daughter? He was now the one to made the choice; the choice of his Life. Letting a gasp to escape his lips he turned around to see her his words slipped down from his lips his final word to confirm the Future „ I am here to fight for my daughter; no matter what it takes. “ And that's how the Hell of a life starts. He stayed that night; and yet he spent many years with his daughter, watching her changing from a child into a Lady. He gave her everything; but he was the one to train him to be Equal to killer machine. His daughter Cleopatra would always ask Question; but the Question she had no answer on is the Question about her mother. Every time she would ask her father Cesar—about her mother; silence is all she got for an answer. It was only the time fading away; when she stopped asking about who and what her real mother is. The woman who took care of her along with her father Cesar was the only mother she ever hands. She was the woman who had her family; she had her father and the woman who raised her—the woman was not her blood; but family is not always by blood. It is about for what and who are fighting for. Love is the main reason that bounds two of them; the pure love which was the reason that blood does not matter now. It is all about the person we are fighting for.

Cleopatra was not 18 years old when her father told her about her; and the truth being all those years of silence. The moment the truth was spilled out; Cleopatra did not show any type of emotions. Now she knew why her father kept his mouth shut. Her life changed the moment she found out the truth. Now knowing what she really is an Initia she was the one to be confused. She did not ask any Questions about her mother—but yet she has never seen something different about herself. But the older she grew the pain she felt in her body was something she could not describe; pain in the back and yet pain in her hands. She could feel her blood running through her veins burning every inch of her skin; but yet it was only illusion of her mind. She screamed out the moment she saw a flame running through her hands; and yet the glass of water breaks into pieces the moment she moved her fingers up; the boiling water; was the reason to break the glass; and now her powers settling down inside her body; her body now filled up with energy and power; she was all over the place.

The moment her father Cesar heard the sound of broken glass; he ran into the room; yet seeing his daughter's body being taken over by her powers. He ignored the fire around her yet stepping in holding his own pain just to wrap his arms around his daughter. His lips moved up to her ears whispering to her that she has her power now; the power to Destroy. His voice yet enough to calm Cleopatra; the woman who now controls two Elements; the element of water in her DNA from her father and the element of Fire in her DNA from her mother. She survived that day; but now knowing what her future brings. Her mother for all these years watched her; spying on her with Hatred waiting for perfect timing to Destroy her daughter Cleopatra.

Cleopatra the woman who was named after The Queen of Egypt now became equal to Queen Cleopatra herself. Her beauty would always bring the men down their knees every time she stepped inside her house. And yet her mother was not just jealous of the Beauty of her daughter but yet her hatred became even stronger when she found out that she controls two elements. Now the wicked game starts. Morgana the mother of Cleopatra; knew that her daughter was the one obsessed with books; not only reading about the History of Egypt but she knew her daughter is the one who dreams about the love of her life. And that's when Morgana saw the chance to destroy her once and for all. It was one night when Cleopatra left her home alone; she was in love with books; and Library was the place she spent most of her time; and it was the place where she met him; a man she believed was her one true love. That night...was the night where she showed her weakness...taken over by love. She slept with a man. She could not help but despite herself for what she has done.

Cesar the father of Cleopatra noticed something different about her; he could see her stomach growing month by month. Cleopatra was trapped in her house; yet trying to hide her stomach from her father. Her father was not stupid man; he decided to take a step and calm talk to her. She was in her room, sitting on her bed; her hand wrapped around her belly and she felt the kick inside. A smile curled up on her face; but she snapped out form her dreaming the moment her father entered the room. Swallowing down her pride she looked down moving her hand away from her stomach. Her father moved up to her; his lips pressed against her forehead leaving a kiss before he moved his hand on her belly; his hand now moved up his palm wrapped around hers. „ We are in this together.“ He spoke up and left the room right away to drown his sorrow in Alcohol. Cleopatra now was in 9 month of pregnancy. The moment her father left the room; the strange emery coming from the open window; was the only thing she could think about. Leaning out from the bed before stepping down on wooden flow; she walked to the window; her gaze scanning the Lover of hers. A smile danced on her face as he leaned his hand out for her with smile on his face. Her palm cursed with his as she stepped out from the window; leaning her body into his arms.

He catched her and spread his wings; the moment he spread his wings her gaze locked locked within his. „ W-what? Let me down.“ She spoke up but yet malicious smirk Danced on man's face. He flew up in the sky and yet ignoring the scream of Cleopatra calling for her father. Her father heard only the Ce letters of his name and yet he thought it was the alcohol playing with his mind. Cleopatra was taken away in the Gates of Hell; once again. But before they arrived the male Phoenix who happen to be her lover and yet the spy of her mother; made sure that the venom on Egypt Cobra travel into her veins the venom only made Cleopatra to pass out. When she opened her eyes; she only saw a light; blinking few times before scanning the room; she tried to lift her hand up but yet she was locked up in chains on one old table. That was the moment when she saw her mother for the first time.

Cleopatra did not know what to feel of what to say; but when she saw a knife in Morgana's hands; the scream escaped her scarlet lips „ NO!“ Morgana moved up to her daughter letting her fingers to tap down to her jawline before she looked her in the eyes; but yet she could not see the fear in the eyes of her daughter the only thing she could see is the power of his woman; who happened to be her daughter; the curse. „ I see your father was really unique with names. CLEOPATRA.“ She spilled the words from her crispy lips; yet hatred dominating on each word. The tip of her tongue moved on the corner of her crispy lips before she moved her hand with knife in it down to the stomach of her daughter.

She ripped her shirt off before she moved the blade around her stomach, making circles around. „ Now,now foolish girl. It is time for your little baby; to DIE.“ She spilled out the words letting a mad laugh to escape her lips as her eyes wide open scanned the reaction on her daughter’s face. Cleopatra yet shocked by seeing her mother...but the only thing she saw is a monster. „ Now I know why my father left you on the first place; MOTHER.“ She spoke up fearless yet trying to break the chains. But before she got a chance to do or say anything else. Her mother stepped her stomach ripping it apart before taking her child. “NO,PLEASE,MOTHER,NO.“ She scrammed out the tears rolling down to her cheeks as she watched her child in her mother’s hands; yet the pain taking over her body, the death clouding her mind.

She could not fight anymore; she was not able to move with the venom of snake in her blood system and now. The pain in her soul and the scar in her heart. She passed out before blinking the only picture of her child ripped out from her belly pacing in her memory.

Morgana was happiest woman now seeing her daughter passed out almost dead on the table; but yet getting annoyed when she heart that her heart is still beating. Morgana planned this game for years; yet even planned how to arrive into Eternal City. The City she knew all about by using modern technology of this Century. She even got the ticket and her personal plane which will take her and her daughter along with her daughter's child into that City. But that was not the end of her wicked game with Cleopatra it was only just the beginning. She then the child into the hands of male Phoenix Apholonz who took the baby and made his way to certain location. Morgana saw that her daughter healed; but she was still passed out which she used to get her into her arms; and fly away to airport. Seeing her plane ready to take them away she made sure to leave the message for Cesar „ You will never find her in eternal Darkness.“

The moment she finally got into plane her daughter still passed out and exhausted. She gave a birth to a child; and yet she got even kidnapped at the same night. It's been only few hours since they flew from Egypt to that City. Morgana threw her daughter deep down into the woods; only leaving a message to her daughter written down in blood „ My precious. I hope you will enjoy in this eternity of pain.“ Morgana took the child with her; and the male Phoenix who was the father of little baby.

Morgana already had everything planned; even her house which she bought online. Cleopatra woke up in the middle of the woods pain; taking over her body; yet tears falling down to her face as the memory of her child ripped from her flashed in front of her eyes. Scanning the area around her she tried to get up but only brought on her knees once again. „ My child...“ She screamed out in pain. Tears still dropping down. She did not know what and where she is but she knew she must find her daughter. She finally took the last atom of her power to stand up and try to walk; through the Darkness of the woods but the only thing she saw is a light ; the woman who was like an angel in her eyes.

And that was the only thing she saw. Few days after she did not wake up at all. She spent few days sleeping and recovering her energy and her power. But the woman woke her up; the moment she woke up she looked up at blonde woman; lifting her body up yet „ Where am I?“ The blonde woman only smiled at her tapping her shoulder „ You are with us; you are one of us; Initia. And now you are safe with us. And you are in Eternal City; I found you into the woods; but something brought me to you ; I knew you were one of use; and now you are safe here.“ When she heard the kind words of woman; she smiled at her before speaking out „ My baby “the sadness yet running through her words. The blonde shook her head „ What baby?“ That was the moment when she spoke up to a blonde woman. The blonde woman placed her hands on Cleopatra's giving her the support „ We are in this together and I will help you to find your daughter.“ And now Cleopatra is in her full power; the woman controlling the water and the fire will now search for her answers in this City and her father. And nothing; nothing will stand in her way. And that is what happened. After few days she finally found the man who was the father of her daughter.

She kidnapped him with and put him in the cell; torturing him for days until he spoke up the current location of her mother. And the moment she found the answer on her Question; she stabbed the blade right into his heart. The male Phoenix yet struggling until the last breath escaped his lips. She took the knife and wrote a reply to her mother; his flesh used as a paper „ Game on; mother.“ The corpse of male Phoenix was sent fright in front of her mother’s door.

And now the war between the mother and the daughter will tell who will end up as a winner and who will end up dead. But now it is not mother and daughter fight; it is a fight between two Mothers; the one who is there to hate her child and the one who is willing to do whatever it takes to save her daughter. In order to accomplish her goal and blend in with the human's ,Cleopatra Auxentius changed her identity; her name Cleopatra Auxentius was erased for good and replaced with Amayah.The time will only tell.