Aaliya
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Name::
Aaliya Rose Bahtrell
Age::
38
Gender::
Female
Description::
Aaliya is five foot eleven and a body of muscle and soft edges. She has thick red waves that fall around her shoulders and beginning of her wings. Her eyes are normal for human standards, though dark, deep red, almost black with a crescent moon and a star in each eye. Her skin it lightly tanned, her lips plump, and her complexion clear and perfect. Large breasts sit barely concealed beneath corset, nighties, or any sort of short and rather revealing piece of lingerie she can get her hands on. Her long legs end in a pair of high heels and red painted toes to match the red paint adorning her nails on her long fingered elegant hands. Large bat like wings spring from her back, taller than her own height by at least a foot. Small horns hook out of her scalp, curling slightly towards each other while a long whip like tale, ending in a tuft of red hair, swings from the base of her spine.
Story::
Aaliya was born through much pain in the demon realm. Her mother, a succubus, and her father, an incubus, took her up and abandoned her on the front step of a human home. The only thing they gifted her with was a warm blanket as soft as silk and marked with her first name in the corner. It wasn't for a lack of regard or simple dislike, but purely culture. No mated pair raised their own child. All were left with pre-picked parents. The child would not show demonic blood until its late teens, in which case, the true parents would go back and gather their family member to teach him or her control. However, these two met with an unfortunate end and the girl was left to be raised solely by the humans.
Charles and Sarah Bahtrell found the young demon on their door step. They could not have children of their own, Sarah was barren, and so they took her in without a thought towards not doing so. As Sarah was a librarian and Charles was a doctor, the girl was raised in what one would call a perfect home. She was loved and spoiled, but she had good morals and was prepared for life. The only thing they ever questioned about her appearance, was the crescent moon and star that lay within the dark color of each of her eyes.
When Aaliya turned sixteen, her inner blood started to show. Small black horns started to grow from her head and great bat like wings started to make their way through her back. Though, the worst horror, was the tail that started to squirm it's way free at the base of her spine. Her clothes grew baggier and her hats bigger as time went on. Her parents were shunned and never allowed within her room. She was terrified that they would freak out. Everything in their life was so normal, she didn't want that to change.
The summer after her 17th year, Aaliya no longer had to hide. The couple had gone out to celebrate their anniversary and got in a fatal car crash. Their funeral was the last thing the young demon did before she went off to a school for 'Specials', or students with gifts that could not be explained.
At this school, they students were being trained to be sold off to the government and work for them as little more than slaves, using their abilities to help their buyer get what they wished. The day that she was supposed to be sold, she slipped off into the night and disappeared, not to see the school again.
It didn't take long for the demon to find herself a home. Or people she could make a home with. Specials were everywhere, and slowly organizing. It seemed that they would like to fight for their freedom and right to exist. Norms, or people with no special gifts, seemed to wish to deny them these rights more often than not. You can only hit the angry dog so many times before it bites you.
Random Tidbits::
Aaliya is highly allergic to garlic. The slightest bit of it touching her skin gives her a rather awful rash.
She is right handed
Her voice sounds like smooth milk chocolate gently melted over a warm fire. If you could bottle her laugh it would either be fattening or orgasmic.
She often will say "Do you like what you see?" and "That's what you get for staring."
She has annoying habit of tapping her nails or jumping her leg when she isn't doing someone something active.
She has a fondness for the sport Sepak Takraw and plays whenever she has the spare time.
[x] [x] [x] [x]
Name::
Aaliya Rose Bahtrell
Age::
38
Gender::
Female
Description::
Aaliya is five foot eleven and a body of muscle and soft edges. She has thick red waves that fall around her shoulders and beginning of her wings. Her eyes are normal for human standards, though dark, deep red, almost black with a crescent moon and a star in each eye. Her skin it lightly tanned, her lips plump, and her complexion clear and perfect. Large breasts sit barely concealed beneath corset, nighties, or any sort of short and rather revealing piece of lingerie she can get her hands on. Her long legs end in a pair of high heels and red painted toes to match the red paint adorning her nails on her long fingered elegant hands. Large bat like wings spring from her back, taller than her own height by at least a foot. Small horns hook out of her scalp, curling slightly towards each other while a long whip like tale, ending in a tuft of red hair, swings from the base of her spine.
Story::
Aaliya was born through much pain in the demon realm. Her mother, a succubus, and her father, an incubus, took her up and abandoned her on the front step of a human home. The only thing they gifted her with was a warm blanket as soft as silk and marked with her first name in the corner. It wasn't for a lack of regard or simple dislike, but purely culture. No mated pair raised their own child. All were left with pre-picked parents. The child would not show demonic blood until its late teens, in which case, the true parents would go back and gather their family member to teach him or her control. However, these two met with an unfortunate end and the girl was left to be raised solely by the humans.
Charles and Sarah Bahtrell found the young demon on their door step. They could not have children of their own, Sarah was barren, and so they took her in without a thought towards not doing so. As Sarah was a librarian and Charles was a doctor, the girl was raised in what one would call a perfect home. She was loved and spoiled, but she had good morals and was prepared for life. The only thing they ever questioned about her appearance, was the crescent moon and star that lay within the dark color of each of her eyes.
When Aaliya turned sixteen, her inner blood started to show. Small black horns started to grow from her head and great bat like wings started to make their way through her back. Though, the worst horror, was the tail that started to squirm it's way free at the base of her spine. Her clothes grew baggier and her hats bigger as time went on. Her parents were shunned and never allowed within her room. She was terrified that they would freak out. Everything in their life was so normal, she didn't want that to change.
The summer after her 17th year, Aaliya no longer had to hide. The couple had gone out to celebrate their anniversary and got in a fatal car crash. Their funeral was the last thing the young demon did before she went off to a school for 'Specials', or students with gifts that could not be explained.
At this school, they students were being trained to be sold off to the government and work for them as little more than slaves, using their abilities to help their buyer get what they wished. The day that she was supposed to be sold, she slipped off into the night and disappeared, not to see the school again.
It didn't take long for the demon to find herself a home. Or people she could make a home with. Specials were everywhere, and slowly organizing. It seemed that they would like to fight for their freedom and right to exist. Norms, or people with no special gifts, seemed to wish to deny them these rights more often than not. You can only hit the angry dog so many times before it bites you.
Random Tidbits::
Aaliya is highly allergic to garlic. The slightest bit of it touching her skin gives her a rather awful rash.
She is right handed
Her voice sounds like smooth milk chocolate gently melted over a warm fire. If you could bottle her laugh it would either be fattening or orgasmic.
She often will say "Do you like what you see?" and "That's what you get for staring."
She has annoying habit of tapping her nails or jumping her leg when she isn't doing someone something active.
She has a fondness for the sport Sepak Takraw and plays whenever she has the spare time.
