First, vital stats.

Height: 6'1" Weight: About 120 (She's far thinner than she should be...)

Hair Colour: Pure gold. As with all Goblin Kin, she's nearly old enough to take the title 'ancient', and well, gold hair comes with the whole age.

Age: (speaking of which) 12,054... though in appearance she could pass for a well cared for thirty.

Eye Colour and Range: Pastel green usually, though the range is from forest green to a bright yellow green and all points in between.

Personal Facts: Tourmahline is a free spirit, but inclined to seem either flighty or 'blonde', even though she is not, simply because it's her manner of dealing with trouble. Pretend you're too out of it to notice. She is completely absorbed in human culture and life in the fast lane...wishing to have little to do with the Underground anymore, though she pays Jareth's visits (without warning of course) every now and then. Musically inclined, she's currently attempting to learn electric guitar under the instruction (vague if anything) of her mod, lounge lizard, freakish avant garde musician friends/connections. If you were to see her, you'd probably mistake her for some super model, or upper class 'friend of the star' backstage hang about...which she is for the most part. Having been long lived, she's done a great many things (some not too savory), and is quite intelligent... though she hides most of it in favour of being the 'rock star's girl'. You know the type. The one who's always getting things, arranging meetings, consoling the poor rich guitar player and giving make-up tips. Her appearance as well as stature (social and physical) is imposing to most, but she is quite the pushover, taken to calling everyone who she's known for more than five minutes "luv".

Firstly, the name, "Tourmahline" is taken from the stone, "tourmaline" which means "unscathable". Tourmahline is by no means unscathable, but she is, despite the fact a strong woman.

Born to a father whom tales were spun about, telling of his great wit, and a mother who was a wonderfully caring person, and an incredibly effiecent hunter Tourmahline's childhood didn't lack excitement. But everyone wants what they don't have, and as a child Tourmahline wanted nothing better than to study...humans. On Earth. The backwater planet that Kinfolk laughed at. Earth, the kin byword for collective stupidity.

Lashieer, her mother was as good about this fascination as she could be. It was a phase, she told herself, and would go away soon enough. Tourmahline's father was even less concerned. What did it matter if his daughter was obsessed with mortals? So be it. If it made her happy for now, while she was young and bondless, that was fine. Except, it did extend past that.

By the age of two hundred, Tourmahline had exhausted the supply of kin men her age (and some older). They were all so simple, bland, inattentive and unworthy of her affection. Lashieer was oblivious to the fact her daughter used men/boys like kleenex. In her eyes, Tourmahline was the angel. Perfect...and unscathable. So it was Rychic, her father who sat Tourmahline, the free spirit down one day to talk to her.

He explained that he and her mother (white lie) were worried about her behavior and lack of focus. She was considered an adult now, and still she behaved like a teenager might, headstrong, hedonistic, and irresponsible. Three different men of good backgrounds and admirably families had already asked her hand, but as usual, Tourmahline had no time for them unless she felt like it of course.

In the end, Tourmahline promised to try and act more mature, though she saw no error in her ways, simply to please her father whom she loved dearly.

That was all well and good...for about three days.

At least however, during those three days she managed to find herself a job that would allow her to support herself. She, like her mother, was a avid and skilled hunter. This was a much prized skill and NO one was her equal with a bow and arrow.

She exhibitioned her skill, and no little part of her popularity with the exhibitions had to do with her looks. She was very beautiful, and quite aware of it as well. Dark and oddly mottled silver hair, elegantly drawn features and wide emerald eyes that could have the boys at her feet within three blinks.

And so her parents were satisfied her strange curiousity over the foolish lot called 'humans' was through, and that she had settled down and finally grown up. Tourmahline was eager to believe it, and encourage such talk, for it allowed to her to leave guilt free. And that she did. At 221, she left the area she'd grown up in, and ventured across the Burink sea. Money wasn't an object. Tourmahline knew all she had to do was look at a guy with money to burn the right way. Between this and her exhibitionary skill, she was never needing and quite happy to wander.

One day, while performing some routine stunts she was approached (no new stuff here) by a rather handsome man who had been observing her skill. It wasn't uncommon for men to challenge her to a short contest in some attempt to prove themselves better than the slender woman with the odd array of silver hair, and Tourmahline immediately bet the man all the money she had that he couldn't hit the same target she could.

Well, people gathered around curiously as Tourmahline confidently nocked her arrow, and gazed about for a bit before spotting something she decided he'd never hit. A Karak. Karaks are small armadillo like creatures, but their armour, as opposed to being natural is collected, so you can imagine the silverware, pots pans and other rubbish protecting the creature who was only about half the size of large house cat. Karaks also have an odd habit of dropping flat to the ground at any loud noise or sign of danger, making it nearly impossible to hit them, let along pierce their home-made armour.

With a confident smile Tourmahline let the arrow go, and sure enough, it hit the Karak smack dab in the back, and bounced off. The man with the chocolate brown hair smiled with an almost unnerving confidence as well, and did the same...his arrow peirced the armour.

Tourmahline couldn't believe it. She NEVER lost! And certainly not to MEN. That was ridiculous. She demanded a reshoot. The man, obliged...under condition that if she lost again, she would have dinner with him. She wouldn't miss this time. Not twice. Tourmahline agreed readily.

And lost again.

Grudgingly, she kept her promise, having dinner with the man who, it turned out was quite charming and intelligent... unlike any man she'd ever met.

Needless to say... she had no idea she was flirting with the Goblin Prince, until sometime after she'd decided to remain with him. She fell in love, or so she thought.

But Tourmahline was never completely happy. He was sharp, witty, skilled, valiant...archetypal hero stuff. So why wasn't she happy?

She ignored the entire topic and the following spring, Lukas (the man) and Tourmahline went back across the sea to her parents. Both parents were overjoyed that their daughter had found someone so like her, someone she could love. Tourmahline smiled wanly. She didn't love him, but he was fun, and she did enjoy his company. Maybe it was because she felt she wouldn't find anyone better, or maybe it was because she thought she would learn to love him that Tourmahline eventually married Lukas.

Either way she didn't. She thought about Earth now and then, and wished to be there... but of course she couldn't. Could she?

It was around this time, when she began learning to control what mage gift she had, that Tourmahline learned of "gating between realms". This she set out to master at once, and after nearly a year of working at it, succeeded. It was then she began taking trips to earth. Lukas had changed somehow as well, and it was far easier to not be present than to deal with him. He took to violent temper tantrums, and occassionally even raised a hand to her. Tourmahline proudly refused to be broken however, and would simply vanish for days or even weeks to earth whenever she liked. She aquired a taste for Earth music, bought land for herself, and a great many servants...and earned friends. Something which she'd lacked all her life. Lukas was no longer a friend, spouse or even aquaintance really. He was nothing that he used to be, and was so changed she could hardly recognize what she married. But Kin marrige is forever, or till death of one within the bond, so nothing was to be done. And when Lukas took the throne, Tourmahline was on earth.

And Tourmahline discovered something more about herself. She knew why men held little interest for her, why she could not truly love Lukas from the start. Tourmahline discovered she was "Shay'a'chern", or the kin word for homosexual.

Never ever could she tell her parents this. It would be too much for either of them to handle, and besides it didn't matter. She was married already.

After some time, the entire grandeur of marriage worn off. Lukas was inattentive at best, and his sudden revert to deviousness forced the Goblin Queen to spend an increasing amount of time on earth.

It was in what was to become current day Cairo that she met Sesmar. Sesmar began as the personal servant of one of the sun god Ra's priest. Tourmahline had met the priest on several occaisions, and quickly came to the conclusion that he was a power hungry phony. His rituals were full of holes, his teachings contradictory, and Tourmahline had near burst out laughing several times at his total lack of wit. She also noted right away that his servant Sesmar was being ill used. It was obvious to anyone withhalf a mind that she had become 'more than a servant'... and probably unwillingly too. Luckily, his greed was unmatched, and the abundance of gold in the Underground proved useful in persuading him to part with his servant.

Tourmahline became completely enamoured with her, once the shyness born of ill treatment fell away. Sesmar's personality, once free of the priest's rule became open, and outgoing. This was probably due to the fact that she spent zero hours on servantry, becoming fast friends with Tourmahline immediately.

Partially due to the nature of her past master, she found little interest in men and very slowly, began to share Tourmahline's preference.

Lukas on the other hand, was totally engrossed in the politics of ruling his own kingdom. Not enough however to notice Tourmahline's virtually nonexistant prescence. She was his wife, and SHOULD have been there for him. This was Lukas's manner of thinking, and as nasty as it was, Tourmahline knew she was neglecting her position as Queen.

So she brought Sesmar back with her... much to Lukas's dismay. It was OBVIOUS Sesmar was not the servant she posed as. Servants do not sleep in their master's room, nor did they follow around each other like friends. This was going to stop. Lukas had had enough.

Without a further thought, he had her executed...after sending Tourmahline to deal with a border dispute, on grounds that it would be too dangerous for Sesmar to accompany her.

Upon her return, she found Lukas lounging in the dining room alone. When Tourmahline inquired as to Sesmar's whereabouts, Lukas quite calmly explained she was dead.

Tourmahline's well built defenses shattered completely. For days, she sat, not eating, not speaking, unmoving and alone in her room. She cared about nothing. It wasn't worth it anymore. Tourmaline had no will to oppose Lukas anymore. She did as he said wordlessly, walking about like a sleepless zombie.

For five years she remained like this, only afterwards did any spark ever return. She began smiling quietly. Lukas thought she had gone mad...though he cared little.

Tourmahline knew better. She had reason to smile. She was pregnant.

Slowly she pieced the fragments of her life back together, but she was never quite the same. She covered the memories with pasted smiles that slowly grew into place more firmly. She never could bring herself to stand up to Lukas however.

She left that up to her son...

((Pictures coming))