'"Come now, Pet. Is that really all you've got?"
|Occupation||Black Marketeer, Ex-Courtesan|
|Place of Residence||The Mist|
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Oft' has her complexion been compared to that of a porcelain doll, with flawless, fair skin; both soft and delicate from years of guarding herself from the harsh glare of the desert sun. Not only that, but her blindness has left her clear blue orbits glass-like, cool and serene, with an eerie vacancy to them that would seem to 'fixate' almost hauntingly on nothing in particular, and ringlets of spun gold seem to forever form perfect coils that sit daintily upon slim shoulders. The comparisons to porcelain end there, however, for despite how fragile she might appear, she has the body of a dancer; with long, lean muscle beneath ivory skin, graceful and strong and obscenely flexible.
Initially, A'lyhhia comes off as a kind and tender soul, with an open mind and a kindness that is, at times, almost baffling. She appears unflappable, and eager to lend a helping hand to those that need it despite her 'handicap.' So oft' does she don a smile that it would seem as if it were etched upon her person, a stain upon her flesh as any other. However, despite all of her niceties, she certainly has a darker side to her. Often is she playful and does she tease in jest once she has broken through initial barriers, but peel back those layers further, and there is a vast mystery to her actual nature. Though rare it is for her to dirty her own hands, she does have a taste for violence, and an insatiable lust for flesh. As a courtesan, the latter of these might be expected, however it bends at times to extremes, where it seems more an addiction she is unable to break from than it does a healthy sexual appetite.
Naturally, she is submissive at heart, and within those darker layers of her mind, one might discover her need to be controlled and bent to another's will, hungry for pain and punishment alike. However, it is not uncommon for her to seek dominant roles on occasion as well, favoring her walking cane as a tool for discipline. Contrasting jarringly to her usually demure, polite mannerisms, she can become quite the sadist when power is placed in her hands, and similarly does she occasionally indulge selfsame mannerisms in gambling.
She is clever, and at times, terribly manipulative, and good at getting her way. She has an ego to rival Gods themselves, although she may never, ever mention this, as she carefully keeps a thorough mask of modesty and humility in place in both public and private, and only with her most trusted companions does she show traces of her truer self.
Ali was raised in traditional Seeker fashion within an offshoot of the A tribe, and spent much of her early life amidst the sunny climates and rolling dunes of Thavnair. Born both blind and of fair complexion, she was wont to wear concealing garments to protect both eyes and skin alike from burn, drenching her features in shadow, although oft' was the material itself thin and loose, so as not to restrict airflow and to stave off heatstroke. It was until her thirteenth cycle that she spent her suns with siblings and father, when she was bartered off to another tribe's leader as payment for her father's debt.
Although through perhaps non-ideal circumstances, she did not seem to lament her lot in life. In fact, she had always had a good relationship with her father and understood his situation, and she was swift to enjoy both familial and romantic avenues with the male she was offered as reparation to. Never was a cruel hand lifted to her, nor was she slave to his whim. Despite her youth, she stood by his side as the Alpha's woman, respected by her lesser's. For a time, at least.
When she failed to bare their leader's offspring, word began to spread among the burgeoning Seeker tribe, bringing their leader's virility -- and thusly his station -- into question. Despite their affections for one another, Ali's mate was forced to cast her aside to maintain the reverence of his rag-tag followers, taking a new mate who was quick to swell with child. A'lyhhia herself was forced into prostitution, her blindness leaving her little other value among her new tribesmen, and helped to bring in gil to make up for losses, essentially paying off her Father's debt on her own.
She lived with the tribe for many cycles, before a traveling courtesan took a fancy to her and offered gil as trade for her permanent company. They traveled together as companions then, Ali both pet and protege to the more matured woman, who mentored her in their art, until her Mistress opted to dissolve their contract when they settled down together within a brothel in the Lavender Beds
Just some rumors that may or may not have been heard! Please feel free to add your own beneath 'PC'!
♥ Mated/Lovers/Dating ♥ Romantic Interest/Crush/Affectionate ♥ Sexual Desire ● Friendly ● Neutral ● Negative
Update: After some time together, planning potential child and marriage, her lover had grown distant towards her. Despite her efforts to fix her eyesight to be of more use to him and ending her courtesan work to appease his jealousy, he eventually left her behind to become a man of the cloth, and shortly thereafter, vanished without a trace, leaving her mourning his loss. She still maintains strong feelings towards this man, considering him yet to be the perfect mate, and although he is gone, she idealizes him to an almost unhealthy extent -- occasionally dressing as he would, continuing to wear his old glasses despite not needing them for sight, and holding other men to his standard.
Update: Eventually, Ali made the difficult decision to pair off with Reddard instead, preferring his more open affections to Septimus' distant nature. She had heard, at some point, that the man had been arrested some time after, albeit in recent suns, not only had she heard of his escape, but now her new Free Company has taken a contract for his retrieval, to which has supplied her with many complicated emotions.