Title: Rivkah Nafretiri bat Menachem
RivkahNafretiri - June 26, 2011 12:21 AM (GMT)
[align=center]..::RIVKAH NAFRETIRI BAT MENACHEM::..
SEVENTEEN years on this earth
and rockin' it FEMALE
and a FREED SLAVE no doubt[/color]
So long ago, I don't remember when
My birth name is Rivkah, but since no one can pronounce it here, my mistress calls me Nafretiri, and that's what I go by.
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Age & Gender!
I'm a 17 year old female.
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
I hope to become a priestess.
I like any of the gods who are kind
I dislike chaos and death.
I fear that my former master will take my child away, and that I will never find love.
I'm a sweet, kind individual who is quiet and humble. I am meek and will do whatever I am told. It's not that I don't have the ability to speak my mind, but this will probably have to be taught to me because I was so recently a slave. I was taught to think that I had no rights and to accept whatever was done to me. Although I am Hebrew, I worship the gods of the Egyptians, having had to convert or be punished. I am intelligent, but get tongue tied rather easily and might not always seem so. However, I am a quick learner.
I hide many secrets of my past, especially the rape and my suspected pregnancy. I long to tell someone, but have not yet found anyone trustworthy to tell, with the exception of the priests who gave me refuge. Secretly, I am terrified that the priests will tell my secrets to others. I would likely have to be subjected to intense torture to leak them myself.
I am a romantic at heart and lament that I was captured before I was able to wed (My moon's blood began late). Now, at seventeen, I fear that love, or even friendship, is unlikely for me. Others likely think me odd because I am not yet married, and I know this. I am also quite wary of most people anyway, especially since the rape. If I ever did have any kind of relationship, romantic or otherwise, it would have to be with a very patient person willing to take things slowly.
As I listened through the cemetery trees
How Do I Look?
I have long, curly hair that is so dark brown it is almost black, and an olive complexion. I am rather tall, about 5 feet, 7 1/2 inches, and I'm 2 months pregnant.
For clothing, I have 2 straight, ankle-length white dresses with short sleeves and one pair of plain sandals.
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
I have a child, unborn, but my family are dead. They are my parents, Adina bat Samuel and Menachem bar Jonah. My father was a merchant, my mother a housewife.
The long broken arm of human law
My birth name is Rivkah, but the lady of the house changed it to Nafretiri because she could not pronounce Rivkah. The name Nafretiri, which means "beautiful creation", is a testament to my beauty. My parents and I came from Israel to Egypt to avoid a famine, but my parents died on the way there. Regardless, I knew I had to make it there. I made it through the desert and got food for myself, but was captured by the slave traders when I tried to return home.
I was recently raped by the master of the house in an attempt to create a child for his barren wife. However, my mistress did not believe me when she was told about the rape. I was kicked out of their house and have taken refuge in the temple of (insert god/dess here) I recently found out that I am pregnant. I wish to find love, but know that it is probably impossible given my former status. At the very least, I want a kindred spirit. I know it will be difficult to raise a child alone.
But kindred spirits are not easily found for someone who is wary of others. Indeed, how I can trust anyone, even my kind priest friends, is beyond my understanding.
Now it always seemed such a waste
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