Bangaal, djinn sorceress of chaos magic

Name: Bangaal

Age: 1001

Physical features: Very tan, black hair usually kept in a high ponytail, golden eyes, figure described as “hourglass,” 6’0”

Artist's Depiction: Available (Click here)

Occupation: Magician (Djinn)

Talents: Chaos Magic, Psionics, Performance

Preferred partner's build: Fat

Preferred partner's style: Lady's Man

{if Introduction = True}Additional notes:{else}A… djinn? You'd only heard of those in tales given to you when you were a child and never seen one in real life. They almost never came up in studies and were so rare, they were assumed to be myths until recent years. Her portrait picturing her veiled but with a smile in her eyes, made her seem mysterious and alluring, but not exactly dangerous. You asked the commander: what is a djinn, exactly?

“When human-kind first encountered a djinn many years ago, we assumed them to be some type of demon, due to their unusual magical powers. Turns out, they aren’t really associated, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous. They practice a form of ‘chaos magic,’ capable of bending reality in unpredictable ways according to the djinn’s own whims.”

Confused, you asked: if Geod chose Bangaal as one of her saintesses, doesn’t that mean that she actually serves Geod’s whims?

“Now there is a philosophical question that I am not qualified to answer, Squire Lavender,” Fastner answered, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “From what I hear, her actions aren’t exactly Geod-fearing. She’s a dyed-in-the-cloth devotee of chaos, with seemingly no desire other than to entertain herself. That makes her hard to guide to action. But Geod damn it all, her magic is powerful. We need you on her.”

On her?

“... Yes, I suppose I mean that in two ways,” the recruit commander responded in a dry voice. “She may be easy on the eyes, but remember that her human appearance is some sort of illusion. The real Bangaal is a 1001-year-old djinn. We don’t know what her true form looks like. If I were you, I'd treat that magic of hers as a trump card. Allowing her free reign to use it could cause more ill than good in the average situation.”

You asked him if he could be a little less pessimistic about your future romantic partners... he wasn't giving you a great first impression of them when he kept warning you about the dangers they pose.

“You’re the one who's going to be sleeping with them. Offset my biting remarks by forging some sort of genuine bond, then. That’s your business. Prove she's nothing to worry about, if that's what you believe.”{endif}

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