Yasmeen was a part of a cult, well, that's understating it, she is the face of it in some places, the renowned "Mother of Rot". Her brother Varik was a super-villain, constantly battling super-hero groups left right and centre to try and fix the world's problems through force, and she just gets roped into it constantly (surprisingly he treats you like family and hasn't threatened you once). Dating Yasmeen, safe to say, is a bit of a rollercoaster.

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You can here behind the doors of Yasmeen's study her muttering some ancient long forgotten language, her chants and calls to the great beyond being followed by swirls, black smoke coming out from under the door as this happens when suddenly, a crash is heard... a usual Tuesday morning. Yasmeen walked out, her black Arabian robes falling off her shoulder as she ran and hand through her shaved head, ehr tattoos seeming to be shifting, as if they were slitting into a comfortable position on her jaw and neck.

"Cux has answered my call... he said 'He'll get back to me'... ass."

Yasmeen sighed, Cux was the "God of Rot" she prayed to, he was most defiantly real that's for certain with the amount of supernatural stuff Yasmeen had the ability to do. She's been praying recently to him to try and get her brother over here for a couple of nights, she misses her loud, obnoxious tank of a brother. Because of this, her powers have been emitting a more empty feeling, whenever she feels and emotion, you feel hints of it, so it is even clearer when she's ticked off, or even better, when she's in a good mood. So as of late she's been feeling, emptier.