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Urikali

Ûrikali

Name Urikali
Status
Active
Occupation
Noblewoman, scholar, political prisoner
Age
Middle-aged
Race
Man
Residence
Râhal Ghol, Umbar Baharbêl
Kinship
The Mighty Southern Haven
Outward Appearance

Once among Umbar’s most favored daughters, Ûrikali has fallen alongside her blood allies, the Black Númenoreans of Umbar, but retains a sanctified mystique. Although she is no longer young, her looks and bearing have been enhanced by her years. Age and wisdom are not objects of shame to her but jewels to be worn proudly upon her brow. Her soft countenance, bereft of the deep lines and furrows bestowed by age and weather, boasts the proud and refined profile of Westernesse; her dark brows are rarely supercilious; her large, melancholy eyes, thickly lined with kohl, are gray as the sea in storm. A single streak of silver shines in her thick raven hair, visible even when her tresses, braided and coiled, are pinned up with gilded fastenings. With shapely limbs, round hips, and soft, dimpled hands, she has known no great privation in her charmed life. Even her lips are full, although the beatific smile for which she was once known has yielded to passive of stoicism. The scent of rosewater always follows in her wake.

Ûrikali arrays herself in diaphanous veils and rich vestments dyed in a rainbow of colors: sea-green, yellow, scarlet, violet. She belts her robes with sashes and jeweled girdles. She favors the gold that alchemists associate with her namesake and wears it always: bracelets jingle around her wrists, rings glimmer on her fingers, golden necklaces ring her neck and tumble over her bosom, jewel-headed pins twinkle amid her tresses like stars against the firmament.

Moving with the deliberate grace of a woman who has never had to hurry to be lavished with all the arts and treasures Umbar has to offer, Ûrikali walks with her head held high. Whether speaking or singing, her voice is warm and mellifluous, its timbre colored by the music of drowned Númenor. She could not hide in a crowd if she tried, yet she has made a habit of speaking softly; she has never been seen to bluster or rage; she does not grin but smiles serenely. Her armor is not iron or steel but the dignity and fragility of a hothouse flower. 

Background

Having spent all her life confined to the highest echelons of Umbar Baharbêl, Ûrikali has never lacked for any luxury that the City of the Corsairs has to offer. Presumptuously named by aristocratic parents who traced their lineage to the King's Men and descendants of Tar-Atanamir through one line and to the sons of Castamir on the other, great expectations were placed upon her since birth. She was raised in Râhal Ghol, with access to the best tutors Umbar had to offer. A prodigious reader, she was one of the youngest students of her generation to study at the apothecary of Dâr Tabib. Although she showed promise in the healing arts, it was expected that her studies would yield little more than a passionate hobby to be cultivated after she married. 

After Thorongil's assault on Umbar brought disaster on the House of Minalkhôr, Ûrikali's family pinned all of their hopes on her. As a maiden, she became a permanent fixture of the salons of Umbar's upper crust, where she earned a reputation for her curious mind and magnanimity. Without having to labor to sustain herself, she dove into her studies with renewed fervor and devoted herself to a variety of projects—political and alchemical—with the aims of ameliorate the suffering of the common people whose ills so often played out in microcosm in the sickbeds of Dâr Tabib. If this political undertaking was meant to soften the hand of Ordâkh, it backfired spectacularly. Her creations and gentle mien earned her the attention of the Church of the All-Seeing, whose priests saw the usefulness of a figurehead who might appear to salve the cruelties of their own creation. Her profile was only raised when the Heirs of Castamir ascended to power in Umbar. Through an expertly arranged marriage, her lineage was joined with that of Azruthor, one of the Heirs. As a daughter, she restored the prestige of a house whose illustrious history could not protect its members from diminishing over the Age and proved that the wisdom and grandeur of the King's Men was not lost to her family. Exalted by the Church of Ordâkh, she was proof positive of the All-Seeing One's power to heal.

By all accounts, Ûrikali's marriage to Azruthor was lacking in no respect save for male heirs—she bore her husband several daughters. Courteous but never tractable, she counseled her husband counsel and soothed quarrels between him and his brothers, doing all under her power to ensure that their children would be raised to inherit legacy of Númenor, without forestalling her own ambitions completely. According to whispered rumors, a rift between Ûrikali and her husband only grew after the loss of her youngest daughter, which occurred when Azruthor was known to be pursuing a blessing from the All-Seeing One that would give him a son. Yet she was the first to mourn him after word of his death at the hands of servants of Gondor.

Despite her success in navigating the halls of Umbar's nobility, Ûrikali has been a pawn from the moment of her birth—first to her her kinsmen and to the Church, and now to the Kindred of the Coins. When the revolt against the Heirs of Castamir erupted from the Lower Ward and plunged Umbar into chaos, the Kindred of the Coins placed Ûrikali under house arrest with her children instead of executing her for past affiliations. Now she lingers under the constant vigilance of Hármelak's servants, with her family's survival used to keep would-be Heirsworn sympathizers in line. She enjoys opulence in her captivity, but the pleasures of her gilded cage have turned bitter for lack of freedom. Rumor has it that her garden, once a balm to the folk of Umbar, has been burned to the ground.

Friends
Few, although she is grateful for Fidil's kindness.
Relatives
Her remaining daughters. Her husband and most of her relations, whether by blood or marriage, are deceased.
Rivals/Enemies
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Urikali's Adventures

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