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Spirits



  • 2tZ47AJ.png///I'M MEANER THAN MY DEMONS

    NAME
    [ Ayaniere ]

    AGE
    [ ? ]

    GENDER
    [ Female ]

    SPECIES
    [ Succubi ]

    HEIGHT
    [ 5'7 ]

    BUILD
    [ Hourglass ]

    STARSIGN
    [ Aries ]

    HANDEDNESS
    [ Left ]

    SCENT
    [ Mulled wine ]

    SKILL
    [ Mixology ]

    HOBBY
    [ Singing ]

    VICE
    [ Envy ]



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    AND ALL THE KIDS CRIED OUT
    ///PLEASE STOP YOU'RE SCARING ME
    Click to reveal a letter from her father-
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    My Dear Ayaniere,

    I first met your mother when she was a girl. She had hooves for feet and starlight in her eyes. She was beauty and nature, and I killed her with my own two hands.

    Perhaps, in time, you will forgive me; there is never a day I regret more than when you beheld your mother's fall at the wrath of your father. Alas, I only hope you will understand my reasons for doing so, for your mother's vision was so far-fetched that I could not stand the idea that she might take you away from this world. There is no place for you in the Aether.

    I love you. I wish I could have done more for you. The best I could do was leave you in the hands of kind and loving people and hope they would raise you in my place. From what I've seen, they did well. I'm sorry you couldn't stay with them. I'm sorry you cannot find your home. But trust in this; no matter who your enemies are, no matter if the whole world turns against you, your father will always be on your side.

    Happy eighteenth birthday, sweetheart.







  • A FEW NOTES:

    >> Aya's left-handedness does not come from her demonic origins. In fact, she is missing her right arm. Having lost it at some point during her wandering, it regenerated as some form of black, malleable flame. This matter can shift in a variety of patterns, but is usually kept in its neutral state or used to fill a glove in order to emulate the appearance of a normal arm.

    >> Aya's animal features belong to something akin to a goat. Front-facing horns, velvety hanging ears and feet ending in hooves are all part of the package.

    >> Through extended time spent in seclusion, Aya has essentially learned to switch her innate allure off. Though the power of attraction comes naturally to her, she expresses no desire to feed on others, as most others of her known kind do.

    /////////////GODDAMN RIGHT
    /////////////YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME



    A BRIEF HISTORY

    Ayaniere - better known as Aya - is the only child of a peculiar coupling between incubus and faun. She was raised through her infant years solely by her mother, who desperately sheltered her daughter from onlookers for fear that she would face unkind judgement for her succubi blood. The faun had long planned to take her daughter away to a place she knew as the Aether; a land in which she would only ever describe as 'quiet, green and beautiful,' and one in which even a creature such as Aya could find her place. Rumours of her mother's hopeful ideas whispered quickly, and eventually caught the attention of the other parent. Upon her first meeting with her father, Aya could only watch as he took her mother's life away.

    Aya's right arm was lost as she clung to her mother, and her father knew well that for his daughter, there would be no atonement for his actions.

    Deeming himself unfit to raise her himself, he instead dropped her upon the doorstep of a childless family, in which she was raised carefully and gently into her teenage years. Though the years passed quickly, the bereft child's grief never waned, and bitter treatment from her peers and their parents twisted her into a being of deep jealousy and resentment.

    Foul little beast.
    A budding harlot.
    She'll steal our boy's souls.

    Though her outbursts were ever frequent, Aya's adoptive parents were kindly and forgiving, and picked up the pieces without complaint. However, the succubus' coming of age brought even fouler trouble, and although Aya despised her own being and wished that she had been born as something else, she had little control over the new aura she possessed. Her mere presence began to bring out the absolute worst in her company.

    An act of self-defense during an incident involving an adoptive cousin saw Aya burst into a wicked tantrum, injuring the man beyond repair. Overwhelmed by instantaneous guilt at what she had done and despite the nature of the event, she fled from her home with nought but the clothes on her back. Distraught, upset, and angry, the young demon curled beneath a tree in a fit of tears and confusion.

    But an odd feeling had overcome the girl, and she found a wax-sealed letter in her pocket, one which had not been there before. See above.




    Aya had forgotten to count the years in which she had spent wandering alone; her effort was paid into avoiding company, men most of all. Her avoidance of others led the fledgling into a state of weakness and starvation, deprived of the meals she had used to substitute her natural diet of human energy. Her collapse saw that she was taken in by the kindly owner of a roadside tavern; one who paid no heed nor mention of her species or origin, and only looked at her for who she was at the present. She has remained there ever since.