UNDER REVISION

X'zirashah—in an era where corrupt spiritualists have become a stock character—is a towering anomaly on the Dune Specter ecclesiastical landscape. Those of her tribe-branch that have ridden into battle at her side describe her as anyone would a fellow warrior—that to see her in battle is like witnessing an avatar of wrath born.Cut from a similar cloth as her high priestess mother, even if the weave drastically different, she has assumed her predecessor's role among her people as Warpriestess, oracle, shadowdancer, blood-sorceress, chieftain, and midwife. X'zirashah has surpassed her forebearer and plumbed the vastness of revelation with unmatched expertise among the seers of her people. This has allowed her to successfully parlay her score of extensive mystical abilities into an intricate web of favors owed to her by many of her own people.For her part, X'zirashah has foreseen that these are the nights that the stones speak ancient curses and the skies will weep rain of blood, and maneuvers her people accordingly.

X'zirashah is aggressive, forceful in personality, and brutally efficient. Seemingly only satisfied when she believes she has obtained more than anyone means to give.If she had not initially sparked the flames of violent revolution and came out the other side of civil war the victor, X'zirashah's lack of savoir-faire at the negotiation table would have not seen her as leader overlong. It would seem after the disaster of the heartwrenching Calamity and the losses suffered by the Dune Specters that her decisive leadership and sloughing off of previously counterproductive policies is precisely what is needed in a strife-ridden time where one misstep can prove fatal.

The unsettling truth of the matter is that if she were to be granted her wish, she would gladly conceal herself away from her kin and once again enter voluntary exile. She scarcely has patience in dealing with curiosity-seekers that lack commitment. She only wishes the blessing of solitude with which to while away her remaining suns.

X'zirashah has the wild look of a predator who chases its prey for sport rather than the meat.Like the tombs of the sands of which she occupies—X'zirashah was once brilliantly bedazzling—now she exists outwardly as a specter of her former self due to the ravages of trials and tribulations of being alone in the dunes.

Her height and the cast of her physical structure is unimposing; she easily stands several heads shorter than most. However, she is overly stocky—pear-shaped—with excessively broad hips and massively thick, powerful legs. She carries herself with the gait of a warrior and boasts a strong core.Her windswept burgundy hair is coarse and massaged with a healthy sheen of oil. Both ears are blotched black, a tuft of ruff peaking each. Her skin is pockmarked from claw and fang of predators she has opposed for territory or dominance. Teeth-marks honeycomb her ears, one left completely ragged. Her stubby tail is bumped and crooked, even if bristling with shiny healthy hair. Most of her teeth have been knocked out in battle or skirmishes for territorial dominance. Each gap replaced with a golden replication or the fang of a beast slain in her former life as a huntress soldered into her jaw. These replacements are traditional among her sept-folk and make for a terrifying grin, indeed.Swathes of scarification and semi-permanent henna score her flesh: honoring her role as Speaker of Azeyma, daughter, grand-daughter, and desert Lynx. Not even her face has remained unscathed from ritual scribe: two gouges were cut and healed over long ago into her cheeks; three lines of bumps dot her chin; her forehead sports a design of raised welts masterfully branded at an early age to signify sept devotion.