Khayriyya Aglaia

[Khay]

Name: Khayriyya Safa Aglaia
Nick Names or Alias: Khay, Khare-Bear, KhayKhay, Cherub
Age: 65
Aesthetic Age: 7
Gender: Female
Sexual Preferances: Straight
LClan: Toreador
If Other..:

NA

Sect: Camarilla
If Independant Faction..:

NA

Rank: Neonate
Generation: 9th
Powers (Disciplines):

Auspex: 3
Celerity: 2
Presence: 1

Deformities:

NA

Derangement(s):

Dissociative Identity Disorder triggered by anger.

Misc.:

Gheorghe’s Story.
Gheorghe’s first love was his piano. A blissful and long term relationship was born from this union. It was full of passion. Sometimes they fought, but they always made up in the end. Gheorghe and his piano traveled all over the country. But after a while the relationship became stale. Everything felt too…scripted. So Gheorghe began to compose. He wrote music for every emotion, every adventure, and every childhood dream.

He eventually managed to catch the attention of Matilde. Beautiful and entrancing, Gheorghe discovered his second love. He never wanted to be away from her. Soon, all of his compositions were about her. Gheorghe dreamed of marriage, so he wrote a song for that. He dreamed of children, so he wrote a song for that. He dreamed of other, darker desires, and he wrote songs for that as well.

For years he answered only to her. He liked to make her smile with his music. He liked to make her laugh with his wit. In his head, he imagined them living together like a real family. Finally, during their fifth year together, Gheorghe decided to make his dream a reality. He showed up at her flat unannounced, suited up with a lovely little ring on hand. When he knocked, he had no idea his world was about to be turned upside down.

Matilde opened the door. Behind her, the flat was a mess. Packing boxes were everywhere. Was she leaving? Instead of asking, Gheorghe dropped down on one knee and said, “Marry me.” That was it. Matilde started to cry, but instead of tears blood dripped down her face. Gheorghe was horrified. He asked if she needed to go to the hospital. Matilde eased his worried and invited him inside.

She embraced him that night. The two became inseparable. He followed her around like a puppy. At first, everything was wonderful. They lived like a real family. Sort of. Matilde’s inability to have children was a dark cloud that hung over them both. Matilde wanted to be a mother and Gheorghe wanted to be a father. They managed. At least they had each other for company.

A few centuries later, Matilde began to grow bored with her puppy dog lover. The excitement of their union was over. Often, she would catch him brooding over the fact that they were “almost” a family. A wife and a husband, but no chance for anything more. This made Matilde angry with guilt. Eventually, she left him. Matilde became a muse for a young painter she met in Germany.

Now Gheorghe was alone. The anguish nearly killed him. Gheorghe had never been alone in all his unlife. He needed that love. He needed…something. He swore off women forever. He made a few unsuccessful suicide attempts. And then he made a deal with the prince. Gheorghe was a good servant with fantastic connections and a way with the crowd. The prince was fond of him.

Gheorghe could sire a child. In return, he would be blood bound to the prince. He would also be entirely responsible for his childe. They would both be put to death if she proved to be troublesome. Gheorghe accepted without really thinking about it. It was a lapse in judgment brought about by severe depression. He sired Khay and was later executed after she ran away. The prince was assassinated shortly after, leaving Khay extremely lucky.

She was never going to Chicago again.

Appearance:

Khay usually wears her hair down, sometimes with a bow of some sort and sometimes without. It really depends on her mood. A rebellious, stubborn, angry, or hopeless mood will inspire a messy anti-bow day. An artistic, complacent, compassionate, or nostalgic mood will inspire a bow. Her favorite color is a few shades off from periwinkle. Often, her hair accessories will reflect this as closely as possible.

With mocha colored hair and stormy blue-gray eyes, Khay looks like the mutt she is. Her skin is creamy white and freckle free. Most people would never guess that she was raised in a Muslim household. As far as her ethnicity goes, Khay seems to have a little bit of everything in Europe thanks to her father. Her mother was from Pakistan. Her pediatrician expected her hair to turn black as she got older, like her mother’s.

The child vampire stands at the (un)impressive height of 43 inches and weighs a not very astonishing weight of 50 pounds. She has bright, large eyes and a joyful (albeit fake) smile. Something about her exudes innocence. Khay’s demeanor tends to be comforting and full of light. She does not give off that older impression that many vampires do.

Fashion Sense/Style:

Color:
As mentioned earlier, her favorite color is a few shades off from periwinkle. Pastel blues and purples are favorites of hers and she will wear them often. Khay does not wear bright colors at all and will rarely wear black. She lives in blackness, there is no need to wear it. Khay will wear a lot of white. She is fond of pastel pink and may also be seen wearing mint green. Muted dark colors do occasionally show up in her wardrobe, but she prefers the softer light shades.

Clothes:
Khay is most often seen wearing a dress. She likes ruffles and lace as much as she likes simple and plain. On particularly lazy days or if she is in a very bad mood, Khay might also wear t-shirts. If so, they are usually paired with a skirt. She does not care if it looks silly; Khay does not like the feeling of her legs being restricted. Shorts are a possibility, but never pants. Khay does not like pants.

Other:
Her favorite hair accessory is a bow. She owns a few other clips and things, but nothing striking or important. There is a silver locket that she sometimes wears around her neck. Khay will only wear one piece of jewelry at a time. If she does not wear the locket, she will wear a silver ring set with a sapphire. If not the ring than something else. All of her jewelry is fairly simple and none of it is gold.

Personality:

K. I. N. D.
Khay is not very fond of what her life (or rather, unlife) has become. She wastes away in a body that will never age, never grow. She will never learn to drive. Never be allowed to go see a rated R move at the theater. Never go rock climbing. So much was lost when she received the embraced. Her misfortune has taught her compassion for others. Everyone, she learned, suffers.

A. R. T. I. S. T. I. C.
Well, she is a Toreador after all. Khay was always destined for great things. She composed her first song by the time she was six. It was terrible, but she understood the flow of music in a way few people did. Even at that age, there was something she could just…hear. Turned out she had perfect pitch. That combined with a photographic memory is a powerful thing…

L. O. S. T.
Even before the embrace, Khay felt as though she was searching for something. She was always lost in the sounds around her, thinking of music and wondering…Was this it? Was this the song? Now that she is older and immortal, that feeling has been multiplied by a million. A restlessness sits within her, constantly tugging at her heart, mind, and soul. Sometimes Khay feels as though she is doomed to wander the world forever, trapped in her futile search for fulfillment.

W. R. A. T. H. F. U. L.
It should also be noted that Khay does not enjoy betrayal. She has suffered enough in her life that she does not appreciate it when people attempt to inflict more. Actually, this goes towards anyone who tries to harm her, no matter the reasoning behind it. Watch her laughter and brightness flicker and die as a true monster comes out. Although unable to fight, Khay can be highly resourceful…

Physical-Strength: 7
Intelligence: 14
Speed: 12
Leadership: 4
Melee: 4
Unarmed: 4
Ranged: 7
History:

Humanity.

Once upon a time, there was a traveling painter named Leo. With honey blonde hair and stormy gray eyes, he had the look of an angel and the ruggedness of a devil. He was playful, smart, and searching for his muse. He found her while visiting Paris. Zaira was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. From the moment he met her he knew; he had to paint her.

Three years later, Zaira gave birth to Leo’s child. They named her Khayriyya, an Arabic name that meant “charitable”. Zaira’s family offered their congratulations for two reasons. First, they were decent folks and doted on their daughter very much. Second, Zaira promised to raise a Muslim child. Thus, Khay’s very first reading material was the Quran. Khay loved the words, but she had very little understanding of the religion itself.

Khay was very close to her parents. Her mother was a dancer and her father was a painter. Naturally, they were very poor. Extraordinarily poor, actually. Khay hardly noticed. She was too busy chasing butterflies and admiring her father’s paintings. Even as a young girl, her mind was brilliant. She was always learning, always thinking, always questioning. Khay saw everything as an exciting lesson to learn.

She was only four when her father brought home the old piano. Someone who worked at the gallery with him was getting rid of it and Leo spent more money than he should have in order to give it to Khay for her birthday. She loved music and he thought this would help that appreciate to grow. Of course, he was right. Khay absolutely adored. She spent hours plunking away at the chords without a clue as to how to play it.

Embrace.

Three years later, Khay knew how to play. She played almost constantly. It was an obsession that baffled most people, including her father. But Zaira only laughed, delighted by her child’s passion. Khay created song after song. “This is the song of the bird flying.” She could play a person’s name, an emotion, a passing thought. In Khay’s world, everything could be turned into music.

Her gift was apparent. News spread. She performed at small venues and earned herself a bit of publicity. That was how he found her. Gheorghe Williamson, a composer in his own right. He was also a vampire. With slick brown hair and deep, brooding eyes, Gheorghe was a sight straight from a movie to Khay’s eyes. He was tall and imperious, with the kind of nice clothes that Khay’s family could never afford.

He offered to take the child under his wing and give her private lessons. He wanted to test her skill, see if she was worthy of his gift. After nearly a year of taking private lessons with him Khay was beyond good. She was on the verge of becoming a national sensation. But he took that away from her. Before Khay could become truly famous, he turned her. He stole her away from her parents.

Gheorghe took her away from her house in Greenville, South Carolina. He took her all the way to Chicago. For a few months, Khay was so overwhelmed by culture shock that she forgot to be angry at him. But then it came back and hit her in full force. She learned to hate her sire with a fiery vengeance. At the time, she did not even understand the full weight of the curse…

Unlife.

For the first ten years Khay was Gheorghe’s little pet. She learned to play several instruments, speak several languages. She entertained his guests. She let him dress her up. But then she was seventeen, no matter what her body said. She was seventeen and feeling…rebellious. By then Khay understood enough of Kindred society to survive. So she ran. But not before sending a particularly nasty e-mail to Gheorghe’s own sire from Gheorghe’s own e-mail address.

Khay made her way back to Greenville. She found her way home and was on the verge of bursting through the never locked door when she realized. Khay was seventeen years old. Her body was still seven. She was a blood drinking monster. How could she return? A deep sense of loneliness filled her. For days she lingered around the house, feeding off of rats and birds.

She watched her parents live. They had a new child. A boy. They were happy, but there was a darkness within them as well. From what Khay could gather, she was assumed dead. The lack of certainty still haunted Leo and Zaira, however. Khay could tell. But her little brother seemed happy enough. Sometimes she sang to him through the window. He was hardly a year old; it’s not like he would tell on her.

But then her little brother said his first word. “Sing.” Their parents were thrilled. Khay was elated. Now, she felt, she would be a part of their lives forever. Somehow that simple connection she made with her brother allowed her the peace to leave. She only hoped that her parents would feel the same one day. Khay left the following evening. At that point, her only intention was to explore the country…and possibly beyond.

Recent.

The country went by as a big blur. Khay made friends, they taught her things. She made enemies and learned how to take care of herself. She discovered werewolves (yikes!) and changelings (weird…). The universe seemed full of magic and endless possibilities. And through it all, she never stopped playing. Sometimes it was a flute. Sometimes a violin. Khay played whatever she could get her hands on.

She learned that she could get money that way. If her clothes looked decently worn and she was dirty, Khay could look like a ten year old street performer. That bought her all sorts of useful things. She learned to manipulate the kine so that nobody questioned her existence. Khay made ghouls to act as her parents. Currently she has Gregg and Sabia Emerson employed.

At first, each new territory was interesting and exciting. After all while it started to get old. Everything began to blur together and Khay grew tired of her nomadic existence. She decided to settle down in New York after first making a quick visit to Chicago. Why? An acquaintance of hers mentioned that her sire was dead and a new prince has taken over. With him out of the way, Khay felt it was only right to go and claim what was his.

So now she has a nice flat, lots of money, and some idiot servants in New York. She would have to tread lightly, however. Most princes were not okay with her being a child. It didn’t matter, she was free! But here begged the question. Now what? Exploring was only fun until the end. And there always would be an end. How long could Khay keep going before she wasted away from boredom? Immortality sucked.

Reason for Editing: Updating history

[Kiala]

not the mod for this section, but you need Admin permision for a 7th, and atleast the mod permison for a 8th or 9th gen. Beside's that looking good.

[Khay]

Ah, sorry! I meant for that to be 9th. -fixes-

[IronWolf]

You have a very interesting, and very well-written character here.

THOU HAST BEEN

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