Ayasha Iris Vogel

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AYASHA IRIS VOGEL

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[attr="class","appheading"]GENERAL INFORMATION

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[attr="class","appheading"]PERSONALITY

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Ayasha? First and foremost, Aya is sarcastic, though she prefers to call it witty Honestly, if she doesn't have a sarcastic comment for you, you're just plain boring her and that's no good for anyone. She has a comment for everything and anything. Like, absolutely anything, She can’t help herself. She doesn’t know how to keep her mouth to herself. It gets her in trouble but it also gets her out of it. She has a quick tongue and a mind to match, she relies on her voice, her way with words to get through things, and she really has trouble keeping her tongue to herself. It's important to note that most of what she is, is a good front. She likes to pretend she doesn't care because she doesn't want people to know what she finds important. She also is an excellent mimic but that's pretty much a given with her abilities, isn't it? But she likes to use this ability mostly to mock people, she can't help it. It goes along with the sarcasm. If you bother her, she'll likely answer you in your own voice to prove that she can. She can't help herself. Goofball.
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She also happens to be very greedy and self-centered. She wants what she wants and she demands it. She wants to be on top. She wants to be the most important and she wants the lime light at all times. She takes what she wants and doesn't care what other people think and she focuses on herself first. She’s just looking out for herself, what’s so wrong with that? That’s what she would say anyway. There's no one else that matters to her, not since she struck out on her own.
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Beyond that though, she has a strong sense of justice and dislikes being lied to. The problem is, she's managed to warp her sense of justice after her run working for her boss and it's a bit... skewed. Now she doesn't trust that anyone has a good sense of justice and wants to make sure she ends up on top. Really, just don't lie to her, okay? It's a pet peeve. She likes to find out secrets almost as much as she likes to use them. However, that sense of justice ties into her guilty conscience. She may be a thief from time to time, but she also has a bad habit of giving some things back once that guilt hits her. She never takes too much, just enough for herself and to satiate that self centered kick of hers. That warped sense of justice? It also speaks to how easily manipulated she can be. If you know what makes Aya tick, it’s rather easy to get what you want out of her. Promise her something that will keep her on top. She works for the highest bidder really.
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It doesn’t often show when she’s being a sarcastic brat or she’s being manipulated to high hell but Aya picks up on things, she learns quick, she thinks quick. She’s proud of this too even though she keeps it to herself, for her own survivals sake. This was learned on the streets... and ties into how highly she thinks of herself.
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It's also probably important to mention her current set of personalities. She keeps them paper thin, often caricatures, she prefers to be Aya but...:
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Shiloh Shi is anything but shy. She's bold, she's loud, she's that part of Aya that loves love and plans to take it for herself. She's a reckless flirt and will do so with anyone that gets too close. She's bold. Very bold. Wealthy enough to walk in wealthy circles and demands attention for herself. She's the lover. The flirt.
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Ariette is next in importance because it's her working personality. Ariette took the most work and is the least likely to be burnt. She has Aya's brains, really. She's also shy, wilting, quick to take an order, fades into the background and has a talent for languages. She's the brains. The linguist.
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Amber stands for the actress, the bright one, the limelight lover. She is that truth teller on the corner, that sly little minx that will listen to whatever you have to say, the bartender quick with a drink and an open ear. Sarcastic, but don't get too close, she doesn't sleep around. She's the friend. The confidant.
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Iris is the tomboy. The one who's lazy, quick with an incendiary word, the one to bolster your confidence but also tends to sit in the back of the class. The slacker all around. She's the grumbler. The bored one. The one begging you to impress her.
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[attr="class","appheading"]APPEARANCE

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Currently? Her favorite face to wear? Well, that's rather easy. She's short--barely stands over five foot two if that sometimes. She dislikes heels, so she's usually at that height too. Her eyes may be green or blue or somewhere in between, she forgets which she prefers so sometimes it changes when she gets bored. Her lips are quick to grin, but other than that, she doesn't like to be more remarkable than needed though she thinks herself quite pretty, thank you very much. She tends to wear tomboy-ish clothes because it's easier for her to move around in those than anything else.
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The most important part of her visually, if you ask her, is her hair. She calls it a everchanging rainbow but it's not that noticable if you're staring right at it. That would exhaust her and if she's exhausted she can't play with faces or voices or anything of the sort. No, instead... well, say if you looked at one part of her hair in the morning and it was blue, it would probably be purple if you saw her about six hours later. She constantly has more than one color at a time and those ever so slowly shift and do so in increments that keep her from getting tired while doing so and shifting other things.
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But how about the other faces she wears?
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Shiloh has enough of a point to her ears to suggest that perhaps she has elf blood in her and wood elf if that, if her complexion says anything. High cheekbones frame her face, half hidden by long dark hair, far from Aya's rainbow, and dark eyes that are nearly black. She also prefers dresses, showy clothes, bright colors when wearing this form.
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Ariette is purposely kept average all around. Average height, average face, light brown hair that curls gently to her shoulders, light brown eyes that are hidden behind thick glasses--to cover Aya's own calculating mind--and no clothes that catch too much attention.
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Amber rocks the bright red hair and wickedly green eyes. Some little things can speak of other races but nothing solid. She's tall, very tall, and has sharper facial features than the others.
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Iris is often hidden behind baggy clothes. Perhaps with nymph blood? Oh yes, perhaps. Her hair is kept cropped short and she's just as short as that. Bright blue hair, at that, curling ever so slightly. Plus, well, why not complete the look with gray-green eyes?

[attr="class","appheading"]HISTORY

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Iris is her parent's darling when she is born in a wealthy city in Liesdro. Their pretty little darling. Their wonderful little gift. Songs of love and care, gentle hugs and hums resonate in her chest and make her giggle. They had waited to have her until the right moment. She never has a moment as an infant where one parent or the other doesn't have her nearby. No one else would due to watch their child except, sporadically, her grandparents. She is a wanted child, and a loved little darling and they may have just... spoiled her rotten. Just a little bit.
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There is never a moment where her calls are not answered. Never a time when they will not come immediately to tend to a scraped knee or a distressed shriek when her limbs will not support her as she tries to scoot about on not yet ready limbs. Never a second that they doubt letting her try something she asks to as she grows older, no matter the lesson and no matter if she drops it weeks later for something far more interesting to her little wandering mind and whims.
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Well, of course, they are delighted when their little darling began to speak and oh, oh her voice was never the same sound twice. Oh look how skilled our little darling is! They encourage her and bolster her already booming and blooming confidence. They bring her books and tutors to teach her more languages when she shows a particular knack for that as well.They are good people with big hearts. How are they to know that their little darling will not turn out the same way? How are they to know that they are perhaps leading her down a wrong path with their easy yeses?
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They brush out her ever growing red-brown hair and wonder absently if she got that little feature from either of them. They look into her brown and curious eyes and think that perhaps she got that from her mother. Her mother vaguely remembers such a thing being hers. They give her everything that they can. Her father, a judge, and her mother, an actress, are well off enough that they can do such things. They spoil her rotten. She grows to expect every whim to fall at her feet, ever want to be fulfilled.
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Her parents guide her in her magic as she grows. Her mother plays a game of creating little stories for each of her random shapeshifts to make her constant shifts as she came more into her magic a game rather than something to fear and worry about--she doesn't realize this will last so long into her life, making it a game. Her father gave her riding lessons and taught her to fight--though the latter she dislikes and never gets a taste for. They both teach her to slip into the shadows--now that she enjoys greatly. Her father teaches her right from wrong and her mother teaches her to adore the spotlight and how to properly portray emotions to deliver a line.
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And then comes that fateful day. The day in whcih they told her "no" at the tender age of twelve and rocked her world on its axis. They realize, then, that perhaps they need to ground their little Iris. Perhaps they had let this go on for too long. Perhaps it is time that she hears no more than once in her lifetime.
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She does not appreciate this.
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So she runs away. She does not expect that when she returns to her house, she would return to an empty house. Didn't they care about her at all? Well fine. Then she would simply go for real and never look back. Later reflection would have her realize that they were likely out looking for her. Oh well.
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They should not have spoiled her.
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Avery is a mistake. Without her parents guidance and her age causing her to shift more rapidly than she can keep up with, it simply happens and she does not know how to handle it. Avery is tall, lanky for his age, with a perpetual grin. It helps, of course, being Avery, to gain a bit of dominance on the streets towns over from where she grew up.
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He is far from the calm cool of his parents' house. He has run far and fast from them. He has forgotten his way back there. He remembers what his parents taught him: Take the spotlight and judge right from wrong. He would be on top. There is no other place for him, is there? He judges those who get too close to him. They begin to trust his word. Just what he needs.
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Avery does not last too long. Just long enough for an established spot on the streets and for the knowledge to sink in that the gender of birth is preferred for this one.
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Shiloh is a bold youth of fourteen. She isn't tall like Avery, but she isn't short either. Average. She has long dark hair that hides a face with high cheekbones and a sharp nose, ears that were just pointed enough to hint at elf blood in her veins, a mouth that is quick to smile and a tan unlike Avery and Iris's paleness. She is sweet. She is her little gang's first taste of having an ajatar among their ranks though they knew it beforehand--Avery changed too often. But as Shiloh, she is different. She plays a game that her mother taught her: Give the faces a story, a personality, charm.
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She has an attitude that asks people to look at her, she always had but oh, it is far more pronounced in Shiloh. She kisses the boys for a secret and laughs when they blush. She is playful and teasing. She knows how to distract with her words and laugh easily.
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And she is a queen of shadows. Okay, so that's a bit much but that is how the little minx tells it to anyone that asks her. She can fade into the dark and, oh, did her little gang take advantage. The little minx became the little thief. And she is good at it, because oh, who wouldn't be with that gift?
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Until she remembers her father's teachings, long ago and far away as they are to her, and would give a little back each time. Again and again. Guilt demands such from her.
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Until they notice. Shiloh does not like going from the little darling to the one who is getting yelled at. Not one bit. So she leaves again.
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As Amber she remembers that she likes to be bright and flashy. No more shadows for her. No. Bright red hair. Tall and lean. Fifteen years, no maybe it's more like sixteen. Who knows? She loses track somewhere around this time. Her eyes are a wicked green and with those eyes she tracks down a targe. She says she'll steal just one more time. She'll honor her father, but just one more time she'll ignore what it was that he taught her. Just enough to set her up in this new, small town.
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And she slips up. She cannot keep it all. She must give some back. Guilt demands such of her.
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The older couple do not press charges. She doesn't understand why but she's grateful. She's a child, and a bright one, they say when she asks. They've seen her sleeping tucked away in a shelter, they say when asked again. They just cannot leave her without being looked after, again they tell her when she demands to know the real reason.
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Still. They take her in and she's baffled. But part of her thinks it's her right. The part her mother taught to love the spotlight.
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They don't mind when her face shifts and a stranger walks down the stairs of their home. They don't mind when she shadow slips. They don't mind when she tests and she tests and she tests. They don't mind when she gets angry and purposely mimics them--her voice has always been her strongest talent. They don't mind when she purposely speaks in different languages instead. They enroll her in school instead--she's so smart they tell her wen she rolls her eyes, and is secretly pleased. They buy her things, but do not spoil her. They give her an average life, one that a girl who lived on the streets might glory in.
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They just want her to have a future. She accuses them of just wanting an ajatar under their influence--they don't live in the nicest area--but she won't be bought, she haughtily makes known.They ignore her claims.
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About a year later, she leaves. She's not sure why. She just cannot understand their kindness. And she cannot stand staying as Amber for so long. TOo still. It was time to move on.
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The Little Rainbow Bird has no name. She's tiny, though she could be tall, she's average all about though she could stand out. She has a wicked smile and bright blue eyes, but what matters about her is her hair. Her hair is ever-shifting rainbows and constantly changing colors. Quite literally. She's unsure what she wants it to be so she's constantly changing it. Blue, then pink, then green, then a rainbow. She's not hiding what sh eis. No chance. She's decided to be a bit reckless for the fun of it.
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Her father is a judge and her mother is an actress and she's taken onboth roles for herself. She'll tell you a truth for a secret. She'll sing you a song for a truth. Try to tell her a lie and she'l catch you. She doesn't like that much. She does voice tricks for cash on the street and if you get too close, you'll end up losing your wallet...but only if she sees you do wrong or lie or annoy her. She's an ever shifting rainbow and sh elongs for the spotlight and the attention she can get from a crowd.
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She's just an ajatar parents will say to their children who will reply but her hair, mama. Just an ajatar but that's why people come close. TO hear her little truths.
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To hear her little judgement.
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Watch her mimic this voice, that one, watch her appear from a shadow to spin a tale. Watch her laugh that easy laugh but don't see the sly smile when you turn. Don't see her tiny fingers pluck the purse from your back. Don't see her raise herself from the ashes.
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She's sleeping when he wakes her at the tender age of eighteen... maybe nineteen? She's come to a new town, doesn't have enough funds yet to rent a room but she's used to the streets. He saw her perform, saw her play. He has use for her. Spotlight. Money. These are what he offers her. He leaves her with an address and it's up to her if she'll go, he claims not to care what she does.
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But of course she'll go.
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But not so soon.
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It takes two days for her to appear at the address. Quite literally. Who needs to knock on doors? She wants to prove she can wait but she's itching for what he can offer her. Too often she's thought her place to sleep was safe and ended up instead burnt when the sun inched too close. Too many times does she go hungry to keep her room instead. She waits to hear his pitch. Is hungry for what he offers.
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They agree on one thing: The need to be on top. He sits on an empire, runs a business that touhes on so many things. So many connections. But he relies on a bit of extra help to get there. Some extra information she can provide. A little steal, a little flirt. She can assist and she can get paid. She balks a moment, but, oh, they don't deserve to be where they are if they have dark secrets, do they?
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She agrees.
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He doesn't have his hands clean but he can twist words and situations around well enough that she agrees his are less dirt than theirs. There's something brewing, after all. And the richer he gets, well, the richer she can get. He wants to come out on top and so does she. She'll be on top with him when he gets there... why not?
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She gets set up in a place more luxurious than she could have dreamed and she sighs with ecstasy when no one is too close to see. She has an image to uphold, of course. When next they meet, he asks her her name and she has no answer. But he will not put a nameless person in his trust. He begins to countdown before he'll take it all away.
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Thus, Ayasha is born.
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She is given small jobs to start with. But she finds she has a taste for it and doesn't mind the year of doing so, the year of quick jobs. Find her mark and watch for a time: two, ten, whatever it takes, and become what he or she will speak to. Perhaps their bartender, perhaps their love, perhaps something else. Sometimes she thieves instead, that's easier. She knows that. Guilt eats at her but she justifies it with the words that get whispers in her ear by her employer.
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It doesn't take long, perhaps a year and a half, before the little bird is at the top of this job. Before she's trusted more than the others who spin away at this job as well. Ger targets get more complicated as his business rises and grows, more necessary for the work that he does. She ends up walking on his arms to events with her rainbow hair and sly grins.
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Around this time, the shifts get to her. Too many faces. Too many people.
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Who is she?
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She'll lose herself and she knows it. So she pauses. She pulls back. She thinks. She decides to let herself sink into a few and flesh them out a bit more. She refuses to get attached, knowing she may have to burn one or two, but it helps. It anchors her as Ayasha Iris Vogel to wear personalities that have facets of herself and keep the number smaller. Solidify herself.
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And then the Attonian war. And then the possibility. She finds them fascinating... fascinating enough that on her little vacation days she disappears, she takes on a face, and she tries to learn, from anyone that will teach her anything. She has a hunger, you see? And she doesn't mind that it takes a while... Aya has learned to play the long game. And oh, that first trip, when she purposely wears any face she thinks may work, it takes the two weeks she has given herself away to even get in a word. She speaks to others, who have learned it, to get in a foot hold and she goes back again and again, whenever she has a chance, to keep playing this long game. To make a contact if she can.
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But her employer has a different idea. The chance to get somewhere bigger, bolder, brighter. Now her employer has a plan: to make sure that whoever wins or ends up on top is somehow indebted to him enough that he will get a piece of that pie. He can supply things, he can help dispatch those who help his chosen candidates win and... He starts to chat with armies, any army, until he makes his choice and then he simply... assists.
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Ayasha has an idea.
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It takes weeks, honestly. Weeks of her wandering about his building to figure out just how to make this foolproof. She's never been shy, or wilting, or quiet, or quick to please. And that's what she needs to be... she needs to be all of those things so no one will look at her twice. She shifts and changes based on how people react to her until she thinks she has it right and... Ariette is born. Her employer's translator. Not everyone everywhere speaks the same lamnguage, you see, and her boss figures that... well, if they make it to the country itself, it will be good to have her. It will be good to auction off her skill to an army commander to get himself in better with them but he doesn't say this. So when he speaks to people who speak that language, or others who speak other languages, well, she's on his arm and translating. It's so charming, isn't it, to speak a home language? People enjoy that, and it works well for him in his normal business hours. And she's so quiet, such a mouse, who notices her there? People speak around those they don't notice. The help.
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They are good at this game.
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Until Aya starts to feel like a kept bird. See, she's told where to go. She's told where to be. When they're traveling he keeps her to her room for fear that she'll slip up--though she never has. She learns that he lets her go to learn more Attonian, knows that she does it in fact, because her increased skill will up her value if he needs to get in with those there, if they ever make it there. He keeps her from getting in the way of his plans or speaking too much to people to sway them to her instead. She has been working for him as Ariette, as Aya, as anyone for years before it starts to grate at her. They have made such strides with their chosen candidate but is she really his partner? Of course not. The spotlight isn't hers.
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And it grinds at her.
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It grates at her last nerve.
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She's perfectly capable of handling herself, of using those contacts she gained for him-him who can't even speak the language-for herself. She takes with her the knowledge that they find her charming, his business contacts and his army officers, because she can speak to them in whatever language they chose and he cannot. She takes with her the small little contacts she has worked so hard to make through nearly a decade of small visits and little trust and a face that fits in in Atton that... well she can use for herself some day. So she leaves him behind and being that she doesn't actually work for him... what can he do? She does perhaps the most daring thing she's ever done: Eighteen years after running away, she returns home to Liesdro.
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Her parents open their door to her once they know who stands at their doorstep. They cry and embrace her and introduce her to her little brother, sixteen years old. They claim they looked for her and she apologizes to them profusely. She's oh so very sorry, she never meant to leave. She plays the dutiful daughter and they let her in. She needs this. Needs this home base just in case and... okay, so perhaps part of her misses them dearly. Her mother goes over her work with her and talks shop, talks being a character, she and her father debate morally and lively and she learns more about the sibling she didn't know she had.
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But it's time to return within a few months. It's time that she makes her own way and her own name for herself. Oh yes. It's time that the little bird did a whole lot of damage... or at least, that's what she's trying to do. See, she intends to strengthen her contacts, she intends to learn more and she intends to see where she can make herself most useful. Why not? Just because her employer ended up not being able to get a foothold in the war doesn't mean she can't try to.

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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Light Sensitivity[break]
Ajatar are sensitive to the sunlight and Aya is no exception. She keeps to the shadowed areas of the street for the most part and when the sun is high, you'll rarely find her outside at all. She prefers the night time and often performed then when she did that. She's a fan of carrying a parasol or umbrella with her. She burns fairly easily and hates it rather fiercely cause it limits her.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Shadow Walking[break]
Aya enjoys using this ability to steal for herself and back when she worked for others doing so but also so she could add a bit more to her little shows when she did that for money. She finds it useful now when she possibly talks herself into a bad situation. But, she doesn't really rely on it much anymore, she focuses her efforts in her shapeshifting.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Shapeshifting[break]
This is her favorite. Aya near constantly does this with the sake of her hair. But she also just does it because she highly enjoys what she is and what she can do and her parents encouages her to do so. She loves it, really and she's fairly skilled at it. Mostly it goes into her vocal chords because voices are her favorite
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Linguist[break]
This is not a magical skill but it's one particular to Aya. She enjoys languages and she has a knack for them, she has since she was a little girl. She still works hard at it, it doesn't come easy but she finds that it comes to her quickly, perhaps because of a love of it and perhaps because it's what she dedicates her spare time to.
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