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Zinah
Player: @Snugglemynx
Personal Data
Real Name:	Zinah Abdtaya'nai, Fifth of The Flame
Known Aliases:	Zi, Wishfist, Deathwish, jerk
Species:	Jinn
Age:	Old.
Height:	5'7"
Weight:	Weightless
Eye Color:	Very vivid blue
Hair Color:	Somewhere between candy pink and apple red
Occupation:	Jinn-ius
Place of Birth:	Who knows

Created long in the past, Zinah came into existence full of purpose. Part of a history that included the shaping of worlds, she was one of 12. Beings comprised entirely of magic, created with the purpose of helping shape the earth.

And yet, when their powers began to grow larger than initially intended... measures were taken to counter them. Bound to an item each, they were left as servants and entrusted to responsible magi. Their powers would only be used when necessary- and between those times, the beings would be held in stasis within the anchors.

The anchors soon turned into prisons. There was little stasis for the beings within, and for Zinah, she found herself trapped outside of the present universe. Her prison soon manifested itself, small and lavish, mirroring her personality to an extent. She raged within it and when finally pulled out, raged across the face of the earth - at the order of Ba'leshta, the magi entrusted with her ring. He had turned against the others and sought to obtain more of the beings for himself.

Within a matter of seventy years, Ba'leshta has acquired seven of them not including Zinah. And in his arrogance, he made a mistake.

Zinah was growing weary of serving him. Weary of his pride and his need for more. She began to look for ways around his requests. Filling the letter without the intent. And soon enough, he asked for something that gave her a way to end her service. Summoning her to his tent, Ba'leshta announced that they were near the next of the servants. He would have another by the end of the month. They argued and he ordered her to silence. She simmered in anger. He explained he was going into the other camp as a beggar, to steal the anchor - he would be in and out with little notice. And he wanted her help making him one.

And so, she did. Blinding him and deafening him, Zinah stripped him of all of his possessions, broke his flesh with a disease and threw him into the other camp. He had asked to be a beggar and she had made him one. No longer could he get to them. With his disappearance, his camp broke into chaos. Thieves went into his tent and the possessions were divided up, some sold and some hoarded.. and the scattering of the 12 began in earnest.

Zinah found herself passed from owner to owner, her ring offering her services to those who wore it and learned how to use it. She reveled in the expression of her power, changing landscapes, altering lives, affecting weather. She did not always enjoy the tasks she was set to, but she always enjoyed throwing her power around. She had a mischievous streak, which manifested itself in pranks, large and small. And when she grew tired of her service, she found loopholes and flew recklessly through them.

She vacillated between glee and ire, between needing the attention and craving solace and independence. Several times, she convinced the good-hearted ones to attempt freeing her - and through their will or the attempted destruction of her ring, it proved impossible. She would need something -someone- stronger.

It was in 1252, in a small town in France, that she thought she had found her answer. Mortaigne was already a gifted magus. Living on the outskirts of his town, he had taken to collecting magical oddities and using them to make the town better. Safer, wealthier, more comfortable. No one within the town went without, and there were healers available at minimal cost to anyone.

He came upon her ring at a market, immediately understanding it was something different. Mortaigne took it home to his chalet. It took him all of ten minutes to summon her from her prison with in it. Zinah showed up, in all her smoky blue glory. Feeling the magic dripping off of him, she slowly grinned and bowed in introduction. He had the ring on his finger within a matter of moments.

The relationship began well. Zinah happily exerted her will over the surrounding country, gifting the town with protection, good fortune and comforts that enriched their lives - music, inspiring invention, and more. And yet, Mortaigne's view began to turn increasingly away from the town he had protected and toward himself and the world. He began to crave the power she held, yearned to be the one to unleash it on the world without her as a mediary.

He demanded an endless lifespan and she acquiesced, not telling him she only ensured his lifespan, not eternal youth or protection from death. He would age indefinitely, unless he was killed or killed himself through neglect... or he became too brittle. He demanded more power and she opened the floodgates for him, giving him a taste of what he could be, with the intent to make it dwindle if he did not pursue knowledge himself - a temporary surge in his gift. He wanted more and more and she had little choice but to obey, tacking on her own subtle price to each demand he layered on her. A fair price for being kept in her prison between his demands. Mortaigne refused to let her out but when he needed her, wanting the acclaim to himself, his secret safe within the gold ring on his finger.

It took thirty years for him to understand the depth of her perceived betrayal. While he maintained his full head of hair, it had gone grey and he had noticed a few dark spots appearing on his hands. He felt his power waning, not what it had been when she had gifted him. His house was showing similar signs of aging. At 51, it was imperative that she fix it, fix him. He summoned her and demanded she repair the damage she had done.

Zinah told him it was too late. He got what he had asked for, she had only given him what he wanted. Nothing came free and wasn't it better to work for your accomplishments? Outraged, Mortaigne vowed to ruin her, to make her pay for it for the rest of their lives. He dismissed her and went to work researching soul prisons. It was another twenty years before he completed his first successful test on a beggar from the town. He prepared what he needed, gathering a large piece of obsidian - flame created stone for the Flame servant.

He began the ritual, summoning her halfway through. Understanding what he was trying, she began to fight, turning the building around them into unforgiving lead, the metal fluxing with the force of the spellworking within. It briefly absorbed the spell, slowing his ritual until he strengthened it with his own blood.

Mortaigne quickly got to the point where he named her and set her anchor on the obsidian. The contact between her anchor and the stone twisted her painfully back toward the ring. She fought it viciously, clawing at Mortaigne -- with the ring off of his finger and his intentions made clear, she no longer saw him as her master and it left her free to fight. She managed to rip her nails across his cheek and one eye, cursing his name just before she was tugged painfully down into the spell. The obsidian reformed itself, trapping her ring within and left her soul bound to the round gem.

The resulting obsidian knife was kept at his side for the next ten years, while he slowly siphoned her energy and magic, using it as his own to continue his takeover of the nearby towns, claiming resources and causing havoc. It would be a mixture of fate, fortune and bad luck that ended his spree.

Mortaigne, now having halted his aging, was taking advantage of his wealth on a trip abroad to Asia. The French mage was arrogant as ever, insinuating himself into the magic circles of China.. and there, he challenged one of the local masters. Unbeknownst to him, one of Zinah's siblings, for lack of a better term had ended up in this woman's possession... the battle was remarkable. It lasted two hours, draining Zinah of much of her magic while leaving the building and surrounding garden in fiery ruins. It had also killed Mortaigne, the sorceress and her jinn stabbing the old man through the heart. He died in the rubble.

By the time the building ceased smoldering five days later, the obsidian blade had disappeared. It would be roughly seven hundred years before it landed in the hands of MAGI... and the interns and Azuria accidentally released the anchor and its resident, much weakened, from the prison within a prison.

Zinah found herself raging at a trio of terrified interns and a startled, distracted looking Azuria - in the middle of a ton of artifacts and several pieces of unfamiliar technology.

When she finally calmed down, Azuria made introductions and gestured to the fragments of magic infused obsidian scattered around a very familiar ring. The sight of the shards and the ring stilled Zinah and allowed them to have a terse conversation. It was decided that her ring would not be allowed to be placed in anyone's possession and would be kept in the safety of MAGI's security.

The conversation had led to an estimate of Zinah's lost time, and the decision to allow her to attempt to acclimate to society. To assist with this, Azuria reached out to several heroes, discussing the possibility with Haymaker. Introductions were made and soon, Zinah was taken under their supervision. (Don't worry. She doesn't really think her boss is Senor Psychopath.)

She has since become rather recognizable around Paragon, not only for her blue skin, but her antics. Such is the life of the mischievous. She seems to be settling in quite nicely with the group and has taken to stretching her proverbial wings to help out whenever the opportunity arises... and hanging out with a certain purple punch boy when not.

.♥. While initially, Zinah's power was limited only by the desires of the person holding her anchor, this is not the case now. Thanks to the way things are going and the arrangement with the FBSA, among other things, her power has been growing. She has access to quite a bit of it - and it is growing exponentially.

.♥. She does retain the ability for transmogrification. It is horribly effective against things without a will of their own, but at the moment, instilling a change upon something with its own will is more difficult now than it had been previously.

.♥. She is able to shift her own shape, mildy adjusting features that are natural to her human state, or fully shifting into any variety of the feline family. She prefers the shape of the Near Eastern Wildcat when going doing this.

.♥. Because of her extensive history and her innate gifts, Zinah can speak and understand every language, retaining the memory of all the ancient languages as well. The current languages, she is still adjusting to reading and writing, but she is able to speak them.

.♥. Her current attacks are comprised of a solidified extention of her will. Able to thrust it out around her, it operates as a fist, largely stunning and knocking out her targets.

.♥. Her powers have grown. She can explode things again. Fire is her friend and she revels in it. Uh. Internally.

.♥. She has several other, lesser powers - teleportation of her self and others, minor manifestation, etc.

.♥. Her largest weakness is, obviously, the ring she is anchored to. It is her prison and the one thing that will leave her at the mercy of whomever wears it. She is unable to touch it herself, and has taken pains at the moment to ensure it is safe. Should someone somehow steal it from its location and put it on, her attempts at autonomy will all be for naught.

.♥. She is also, currently, at risk of being defeated should another of her kin or someone similar to them attack her. Without her full power at her disposal, it would be a disappointing battle for her.

.♥. She is also weak to learning new technology. How even do you internet when talking to people is more fun and comforting.