ORIGIN - Profile of Amesemi

CYCLE 138 — Current time: Oct 24 2026, 07:43 AM

Amesemi

AND SO WE FORGE AHEAD!

Full Name: Amesemi

Alias: Ami

Gender: moonlight (she/they)

Age: 21 Cycles

Species: Sphinx

Magicka: ʡ 70

Postlog: under the moonlight

ACHIEVEMENTS

ENCHANTED ITEMS

Activity Log — View Postlog

10/11/26 — Aged up to 21 cycles.
09/11/26 — Aged up to 20 cycles.
08/12/26 — Aged up to 19 cycles.
07/13/26 — Aged up to 18 cycles.
06/13/26 — Aged up to 17 cycles.
05/27/26 — Was taught spell Low Spell Borrow by Origin Cave
05/22/26 — Was taught spell Night Vision by Origin Cave
05/22/26 — Was taught spell Dispel by Origin Cave
05/21/26 — Created a thread in the red in Scorpio
05/21/26 — Joined thread [Quest] Factory Settings in Cassiopeia
05/14/26 — Aged up to 16 cycles.
04/14/26 — Aged up to 15 cycles.
03/14/26 — Aged up to 14 cycles.
02/12/26 — Aged up to 13 cycles.
01/13/26 — Aged up to 12 cycles.
12/14/25 — Aged up to 11 cycles.
11/14/25 — Aged up to 10 cycles.
10/15/25 — Aged up to 9 cycles.
09/15/25 — Aged up to 8 cycles.
08/16/25 — Aged up to 7 cycles.
07/17/25 — Aged up to 6 cycles.
06/17/25 — Aged up to 5 cycles.
06/03/25 — Joined thread [Quest] A Long Hibernation in Scorpio
05/20/25 — Learned the spell Telekinesis
05/20/25 — Learned the spell Whisper
05/20/25 — Learned the spell Will o Wisp
05/20/25 — Received ʡ 500 from Aethril
05/20/25 — Was taught spell Budge by Origin Cave

Size: 6ft tall | 7ft long | 20ft wingspan

Appearance

GOT TO WORK ON MY BRAIN, THEN
I'M CRAWLING BACK TO MY GRAVE AND
I'M CERTAIN THAT I'M GONNA DIE THIS TIME
NO DOUBT IS LEFT INSIDE MY MIND TONIGHT

This one is a creature made to be elegant but fierce; though she would be far more intimidating if she didn't have a kind, dopey-looking freckled face and pastel colour pallette. Still, standing six feet tall with a wingspan of twenty feet, she's nothing to sneeze at.

From the waist up (the first one) she possess a humanoid torso. Her frame is soft and rounded, though it's the kind of plushness that has an incredible amount of strength underneath it. Her skin is a pale and gentle lilac, softened underneath a fine coating of peach fuzz. A collar of barred feathers wraps around her upper-body; coating her chest and upper arms in a mantle of violet and lilac. Her skin deepens in tone towards her forearms and hardens into darkened, rough scales that glint faintly with iridescence. Her fingers are tipped with claws that glint like little shards of obsidian.

Her hair cascades in long, thick curls down to her lower back (the first one) and is the same shade as a twilit sky just before the stars appear. Her features are soft and kind; her cheeks are dappled with freckles and her face is sweetly rounded. Schizolite replaces her skull, visible only in where it protrudes through the center of her forehead and crescent moon-shapes on her cheekbones. Some of her upper molars are gemstone, too, though most of her teeth are normal, albeit much sharper than you would expect from a regular humanoid.

Below her waist (again, the first one), Amesemi's humanoid body gives way to a quadraped shape. Her forelimbs are taloned like a bird of prey, massive and corded with muscle that ends in curved, black claws capable of rending steel. A second feathered ruff circles where her body drifts from humanoid to quadraped, dark blue-violet and tinged silver. It features three silver crescent moons on her front and a circle above the uppermost pattern.

Her body is lion-or-tiger-like in the hindquarters, covered in a short and sleek coat of sabled violet fur. It shimmers softly like it were underneath moonlight. Thick, rippling muscles underneath suggests immense power; the kind you wouldn't want to be kicked by. Her tail is long and lion-like; ending in a thick, curly tuft of hair.

And let's not forget the wings. They're almost vulture-like; a huge twenty-foot wingspan would blot out the sun if there were any to speak of down in the caves-- though they're still not big enough to sustain proper flight. They're a barred tapestry of dull plums and lavenders and dappled with dark blue on the wing lining. Though she can't fly with them, she can glide. Or she can use them to knock someone clean off their feet.

She has a strange, straight-backed posture that you might expect to see on someone with intense military training. If that soldier had a lionbutt, obviously. Despite her rigid, tense stance she has a voice soft enough to be jarring to come out of someone standing around like that.

Personality

MY HEAD IS FILLED WITH PARASITES
AND BLACK HOLES COVER UP MY EYES
I DREAM OF YOU ALMOST EVERY NIGHT
HOPEFULLY, I WON'T WAKE UP THIS TIME

Amesemi is, by nature and by instinct, a guardian. An ancient impulse runs through her veins to protect. In another life, she would be a looming figure over a bridge or in front of a temple, chanting riddles to passersby. As it stands, Amesemi is stuck in the depths of a moon in a dank-ass cave network. Forced to take matters into her own hands, she has to improvise: often with fierce and bewildering devotion.

Value is not measured by size or renown. A weathered ring found in a pile of rusted armaments might become a sacred treasure when it catches her eye. A person smiling a little too kindly might become the subject of intense-- though well-meaning --protection. She is possessive, sometimes very jealous, and guards what she can with unshakable loyalty.

She is impulsive, and she does not always recognize that. She acts on what she feels rather than what others would actually want. She offers help without invitation. She inserts herself into situations like a divine sentinel without actually being welcome. She is empathetic and kind and caring, but it's also tangled up with a deep desire to fix things even if it means deleting someone else's autonomy to do so. She means well: and that's the problem.

What Amesemi really wants to be is the stoic protector, lone wolf archetype. What she really is is a tender, squishy-hearted creature that would start sobbing over proverbial spilled milk. She tries very hard to project some mystique into her character-- aloofness, elegance, a little bit of danger. She practices enigmatic, coy smiles in her reflection. She tries to sound very wise (she usually doesn't). She likes to perch dramatically on high ledges just in case someone happens to look up and be struck with awe. Her facade crumbles easily. Compliments fluster her. Casual kindness disarms her. A gift is holy; sacred, to be worshipped.

On that vein, actually, she's intensely sentimental. She treasures every little memory and connection. She never forgets what someone might say to her (to the expense of her player, who has brain damage). Her den, wherever she makes it, is laced with trinkets and reminders-- if they be gifts or things she found after making a new, dear friend.

As such, she has a very hard time letting go. "I think we should have some space" might as well be a death sentence. She doesn't retreat, either: when she feels rejected or unneeded, she doubles down and convinces herself she hasn't done enough for the relationship. Amesemi can be a supremely exhausting person to be around sometimes, especially people who don't share her scale of emotion.

Her sense of scale, in fact, is comically off. Minor problems warrant something that borders on divine intervention. If someone mentions being a little chilly, a great bout of fire will surely fix it! If someone forgets to eat, she will borderline procure an extravagant feast. Her generosity and enthusiasm are genuine, but someone really needs to tell her it isn't that god damn deep.

But, you know. She's trying-- just like the rest of us are.

History

ANYWAY I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
IF IT MEANT I'D GET A SMALL HINT OF WARMTH
EVEN WHEN IT TRULY FELT LIKE ROOMS GOT SMALLER
I WOULD FIGHT TO STICK AROUND JUST IN CASE YOU'D COME IN

Hatched sometime in cycle 117.