Full Name: Aniya Osha Sauthorn (Ah-ni-yah O-sha Saw-thorn)
Title: Lady
Nickname(s):
☆Personal☆ Sex: Cis-Female
Race/species: Human
Age: 24
Orientation/Sexual preference: Omnisexual
Marital Status: Polyamorous - Single
☆Physical Appearance☆ Height: 5'8"
Weight: Now, learn some manners, my dear.
Eye color(s): Hazel/Light Brown
Contacts?: No
Glasses?: Occasionally
Body build: Curvaceous
Body abnormalities: Golden plates imbedded into parts of her arms and legs.
Hair color: Black
Hair length: Medium
Hair style: Dreadlocks, twist-outs, afro, etc.
Skin: Dark With Gold Undertones
Scars:
Birthmarks: Beauty mark on her hip
Piercings: Earrings, Nose
☆Current Health☆ Mental state: Slipping
Personality snapshot: Entitled, Snobby, Condescending
Most prominent personality trait: Chastising Motherly Attitude
Best traits of their personality: Loyal, Hardworking, Dedicated
Worst traits of their personality: Distrusting, Need to be even, Revenge-soaked mind
Current faith(religion):Devout Follower of Calistria
Current superstitions/quirks: Flinging her whip when in deep thought/Toying with her hair/
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Aasimar to Calistria/Brothel Owner to Gold Dust and other small businesses
In me nothing is forgotten or extinguished.
Aniya was born to her parents, Hakim and Esi Sauthorn, who had worked hard to start up their own shipping business. It was the very business they hoped, one day, to pass down to their daughter when he grew up. Growing their familial wealth, they spoiled their daughter with all their love. They were close.
The fault of her parents, the only fault, as they were too kind. They helped any and all that crossed their path. A trait that young Aniya saw as admirable; they were trusting and forgiving.
One day, a struggling vagabond came to their home. He pleaded to have shelter for the night, a storm was brewing, and that he would leave early in the morning. Her parents were cautious at first, but their warm hearts overrode their minds and they allowed the strange man in. He was kind, played with Aniya, and they broke bread at their table for dinner that night. Young Aniya awoke in the night, hearing a crash, and upon further investigation--she found the corpse of her mother, Esi. The vagabond had plunged a dagger into her neck and was plucking anything of value off her body. Her father, the Hakim, was already dead as his wife lay gargling her own blood on the floor. Aniya felt her heart drop to the spit of her stomach. Every nerve in her body yelled for her to run, to survive, but the fear froze her limbs. Her knees were knocking like a newborn deer as the traitor approached, malicious intent for the young body set before him--she'd fetch a pretty penny.
I thank you for your acceptance. If you wish to roleplay, either have a random starter or a possible storyline discussion, let me know. Idle banter rather in character or not is more than exceptional as well. I hope I hear from you, thank you again
///She nearly did lol Malcolm's slow to trust and is stubborn as an ox but he does have his limitation lol and I've been liking the dynamic we've got forming as well.
