Post by Imhotep on Nov 15, 2008 19:53:26 GMT -5
Imhotep
Age: Mid-thirties
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Egyptian
Class: Court
Occupation: High Priest
Personal Belongings
Imhotep carries a variation of items on his person. This includes many various amulets on his arms and neck, probably for religious reasons for him being a high priest. He also owns a few leather arm guards he is very rarely seen without, and his signature Egyptian loin cloth. He also owns a black Priest robe he still manages to wear. Another few items he carries is that of a golden ring upon his ring finger, sandals, and a short sword.
A Little Bit Personal
Personality
- Sadistic
- Sneaky
- Two-faced
- Generally emotionless
- Stoic
- Fairly patient
- Smug
- Power-hungry
- Very intelligent
Likes
- A good spar
- Authority
- Fear
- Temples
- Senet
- Archery
- Solitude
Dislikes
- Pharaoh Seti I
- His daily duties
- Medjai
- Slaves
- Keeping his love for Anck-su-namun a secret
Strengths
- Sorcery
- Skilled in combat
- Quick Thinker
- Having a cool demeanor
- Vast knowledge
Weaknesses
- Underestimation of others
- Ambition
- Mortality
Let's See How You Write
Just another common day, where Ra would work hard to lift the sun in his routinely duty, the commoners would scurry about their work in the land of Egypt, and the guards would resume their duties of protecting the pharaoh. The Pharaoh. If Imhotep so wished to speak those words, they would roll off of his tongue with extreme disgust. Not around Seti I, of course. For all his facade was, the High Priest was loyal to the current King; an advisor, head of Priests. As luxurious as Imhotep's status was, he would still feel a roach compared to the living god. He wanted more; to gain power over all of Egypt. High Priest was not enough, especially considering their very dull tasks only for the Gods. If he would've been alone, Imhotep would've scoffed at the mere thought. They were deities who could hunt and do what they would for themselves. It was a rather cruel intention to send humans as slaves to their very whims.
Of course, the mortal could not think of such dastardly thoughts while in the prescence of the Gods in the temples. Oh no, it was begging for an early death. Imhotep did not desire to anger the Gods and experience their wrath. Then again, with his despicable intentions and risky affair with Anck-su-namun, it was such a contradiction. There was no point in turning back now, for there was no possibility of ever redeeming himself for his sins. There was no possibility in pleasing the deities. These foul schemes would not go in vein, though, oh no. Anck-su-namun would be all his, and soon, The Pharaoh would be no more. The evening and morning star would be replaced. It was ashame the King would not just perish with a 'noble' cause in the line of duty in this war of theirs. Arsenic was not an option. Murder appeared to...dirty.
As Imhotep rounded the corner, his sandals clacking prominently against the stone floor, the grand House of Life came into view. Instantly, all thoughts diminished from his mind. They were replaced with only 'love' for his deities, and the usual facade of the High Priest returned once more.
