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Ariel bar Shlomo
, Jewish slave, scribe
|Ariel bar Shlomo
Member No.: 7
Joined: 2-December 11
..::ARIEL bar SHLOMO::..TWENTYFOUR years on this earth
and rockin' it MALE
and a SLAVE no doubt
So long ago, I don't remember when
My name is Ariel bar Shlomo
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Age & Gender!
I am a male, aged twenty four
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
I am a reasonably educated man, doing well my job as a scribe. I speak Hebrew, Aramaic and Egyptian, and I can write with nice penmanship, which gave me this well-sought position instead of being used for heavy work. I like learning new things, I have a quick wit and a thirst for knowledge which my profession helps quenching… But unfortunately, no matter what I’d be doing, I am and I remain a slave. I hate losing in any way, being cheated of what is mine, I hate cowards, traitors and the strong people oppressing the weaker only because they can.
Ambitious and perfectionist, I am also challenge-oriented and I usually get into mischief, no matter if I wanted it or not. I am rather reckless and impulsive, letting my hot temper and emotions get the best of myself sometimes, which gets me into trouble. Maybe mischief seeks me!
I am loyal to my friends and my master and reliable; I would never break a promise by my own will. I am easygoing and laid back, treating people with respect, but I am also rather stubborn and opinionated. Only that I had learnt to keep my opinions for myself in certain circumstances, because punishment was harsh…
As a child, I had learnt Torah with a Rabbi, and I was already able to read my part in the Synagogue when I had been caught and enslaved. Since I came here I cannot keep anymore the precepts of my religion. I know this is a sin, and it weighs on my heart heavily, even if I try not to think about this so often.
As I listened through the cemetery trees
How Do I Look?
I am not too tall and not too short, rather of medium height, athletic, with graceful moves and fine traits. Due to my Jewish heritage, my complexion is perpetually sun-kissed. My hair is jet black, curly and very thick, with eyelashes and eyebrows to match. These frame a pair of vivid bright dark brown eyes that twinkle mischievously when they are not firing in anger. I have shapely lips, a strong jaw and the nose is rather average. My body has scars both from the punishments my master had given me through the years and from a few fights I had got involved in.
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
My father was Shlomo bar Nefthali, a Jewish silversmith, and my mother was Leah bat Judith. They had also other five children, my siblings, two sisters and three brothers about which I do not know anymore since I had been captured. I do not know if my family survived the raid or not.
The long broken arm of human law
I am the second son of a silversmith, born in a small Jewish town not far from the border with Egypt. I have benefitted of the education most Jewish boys do, with learning the Tanakh from an early age, in parallel with helping my father. We were speaking Hebrew, the language of the Torah, but with Aramaic being the international trade language and also the language some of the Holy Scriptures were written in, I had to learn this too for my coming of age in Sinagogue. And yes, Hebrews have the best schools in the world, no comparison with the Egyptian ones!
When I was almost 13, Egyptian warriors came in a raid across the border and pillaged the village. They took everything valuable, and as many young people as they could, to sell them as slaves in Egypt. I was among them, and I got sold to Nedjes the scribe. He noticed that I spoke Aramaic and I told him that I was able to read it too, and he told me that if I learnt Egyptian quickly, I might be allowed to attend his school together with the younger boys he taught. This, of course, besides my duties around the house. Learning the trade of being a scribe seemed interesting for me, and I did my best. I like my job and I try to do it as well as I can. Usually a scribe is respected, but I am still a slave and my master takes the money and everything.
Now it always seemed such a waste
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