Banhi Basu | Dragon

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✧ Friendly

✧ Self Assured

✧ Positive Attitude



Negatives (At Least 3):

✦ Tit for Tat Mentality

✦ Self Indulgent

✦ Intense When Angered



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Parents: Vanhishikha (Adoptive Mother)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: Isaiah MacIntyre The Alpha Dragon
Important Others: Rahjih Chakrabarti, Charvaka Mahajan
History:

Long ago there was a very wealthy merchant named Rahjih Chakrabarti. He had sold silk, spices, and trinkets to several civilizations across the world. The economy, at this time, had been booming and he found himself moving from his village hut to a beautiful dwelling with several servants. One day, after a trip to the river, a servant brought Rahjih a very unlikely discovery. It had been a gorgeous opalescent egg that glowed blue under a warm touch. Fascinated by the new discovery they placed the egg atop soft blankets which were warmed by heated stones. The merchant was sure that he'd sell the egg for so much gold he'd never have to work again. That night he planned his routes...and his fruitful future.

Early in the morning Rahjih had been awoken by his favorite slave, Vanhishikha, whom swore that the egg was hatching. They both hurried their steps to see what animal would emerge but were speechless when they found a young child breaking through the shell. She was beautiful with long silky black hair, dark bronze skin, and eyes that were as blue as the river she was found by. Uncertain of what to do Rahjih left Vanhishikha with the child while he attended to his thoughts. Hours later another servant pounds on Rahjih's door with urgency yelling "Chakrabarti!! Chakrabarti!! You must come quick!!" The merchant, feeling quite defeated, followed the servant to the main room where he found Vanhishikha and the young child having a conversation. He'd been so astounded that, again, he couldn't find the strength to speak. To further impress him the young child begin to dance and sing. "How," the merchant wondered "-did a child learn to dance and speak with such persuasion within hours of it's birth?" As the dance progressed the child begin to to emit a familiar blue glow through her hands and feet. Holes were burned into the carpet with each step she took and the room grew hotter and hotter. When the dance was finished Rahjih and all his servants bowed to the child. To them, she was a divine goddess.

From that day forward, Rahjih forbid the child from leaving the dwelling and directed his servants to keep a close eye on her. He'd placed the special task of becoming the child's caregiver to Vanhishikha who graciously accepted. It had been a perfect fit and they bonded like mother and daughter over a short period of time. They did everything together and were nearly inseparable. You see, the merchant's favorite servant had a knack for dancing, magic, and astrology which the child naturally had a liking for. In fact, it was Vanhishikha that gave Banhi her name because she felt they were very much alike. Not much time had passed and Rahjih was quick to invite his friends to experience the tiny 'goddess' for themselves. They dressed Banhi in beautiful clothing, hired local musicians, and even prepared a giant feast for the event. Of course, Banhi didn't disappoint her guests and they left impressed with Rahjih's newest treasure.

At first, Banhi enjoyed displaying her abilities but it quickly grew boring. She'd grown from child to teenager within a matter of months and had other interest than impressing Rahjih's friends. After several guest visitations she begged Rahjih to call the event off. When he refused she locked herself in her room and ignored the servant pleas. It was Vanhishikha who managed to convince the other servants that a goddess didn't have to bow to the request of mankind. Her words, however, angered Rahjih and he begin to beat her with his bare fist. He'd placed a bet with one of his wealthiest friends and without Banhi he'd lose every gold piece he owned. Terrified for Vanhishikha's health the teen rushes to protect her but finds that the merchant is now holding her hostage. At this point Banhi felt she had no other choice but to continue on with the event. It had gone well and Rahjih's friend, Charvaka Mahajan, had been thoroughly impressed with Banhi. So much so, that he requested another dance which the teen denied. Frustrated with Banhi's behavior Rahjih offered Charvaka his most 'favored' slave in compensation. Horrified with Rahjih's desicion Banhi begin to protest against his actions but he ignored the young girl. When she tried to pry Vanhishikha away from the men Rahjih slapped Banhi with great force. At first she was stunned by the the merchant's actions but anger quickly replaced the emotion. Her eyes glowed with incredible power, her skin peeled away to expose opalescent scales, bat-like wings unraveled themselves, and the teenager grew in size. The truth had finally been revealed.

Vanhishikha had been the only one to survive Banhi's wrath. She held her beloved daughter, now a powerful dragon, in her arms while the flames consumed everything they knew. They ran away deep into the jungle of Madhya Pradesh where they happily lived until Vanhishikha's death. She had lived to be 102 years old.

It is now believed that Banhi continues to thrive in Madhya Pradesh's jungles. Taking refuge in caves and living primarily off the Earth. Over the past 500 years she's taken interest in lost humans that wander the jungles alone. She'll lure them in with her beautiful voice and skilled magical dances which puts the traveler into a trance and reveals whether or not the they have a pure heart. If they do she'll supply them with food and water before guiding them out of the jungle. If their soul is dark and ugly she'll kill the traveler, eat their flesh, steal their possession, and use their bones for whatever she sees fit. This story is often called 'The Blue Eyed Serpent' due to her mesmerizing blue eyes which most pure hearted travelers will only remember in their dreams.



Alias: Monique

How did you find us?: Old member

Experience: Years n' years... 

Other Characters: Monique Ortiz & Ezra Griffith (Both Deceased)

RP Sample:
Every night had provided the same horrible reminder of something still forgotten. Like a discrete note highlighted in a neon yellow paper reading "Remember to do the thing," and no matter how much you comb your mind...you can't seem to remember what "the thing" is in the first place. Every night painted vivid pictures in reds and oranges with an echo of pain ringing through his ears. He could still see the woman become consumed by fire with the smell of burning flesh singeing against the flames.

No matter how many times Ezra had this dream he woke up, screaming and covered in a cold sweat. Emotions driven by an overwhelming sense of anger, and soon bridged to hate, lasted past his waking point and lingered until his heart rate slowed. Though his eyes remain open he could still see every fragment of this woman--as if she had escaped his dream and crossed into reality. Tears betray Ezra as fire starts to consume her. She turns to face him and reaches a hand out in his direction as she screams her pleas "EZRA NO!"

Softly, he sobs in his bed and lets the moisture cloud his vision from her. Every morning he questions why she haunts him and every morning he never gets a response. Ezra felt that he had done something wrong and hateful to this woman in a past long forgotten. "If only," he whispers to himself "-If only I knew what she wanted and what I did wrong.






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