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Name: Aiya
Nickname: none really
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Species: unknown
Height: 3’9
Weight: 40
Appearance: Almost everything about her is human, her auburn hair, her hazel eyes fair skin and human body. She is a little small, but still human looking. that is besides the wings. Large wings with soft auburn feathers. She used to wear cloths way too big for her to hide the wings. But they got to big, now she tried to hide. She is skinny and dirty, having spent the last year on the streets. She is small and very light weight by nature. Her bones are more towards the birds, light and hollow so she can fly though she never tried it.
Personality: Despite how she was treated she is sweet and friendly. Though a little scared and weary of strangers. She has never truly been loved, her mother left her for days at a time and her father abused her. She is quiet and not sure how to act around people. Stubborn, her stubbornness was all that kept her alive. Very shy.
Past: Raised in a house with an abusive father for 7 years of her life. Her mother was too afraid to do anything about it stayed with him despite having a daughter she had to keep care of. She often would leave for days leaving Aiya alone with her abusive father. Both parents didn’t seem to notice there daughter, her father was either to drunk to care or asleep, and her motherto caught up in her own problem or not there at all. When Aiya was four she started to develop wings. Her mother, some how lost her wings when she was a child wanted nothing to do with her daughter or her true heritige, and abandoned the family the first chance she got leaving Aiya alone with her father. The father kept on ignoring her leaving her for days at end with out food or care. despite her young age she learned how to care for herself. When she was five and her wings reached full size her father started paying attention to her. He saw her more as a way to get money then a daughter. He called her names like ‘the winged freak’, and ‘winged weirdo’ when she was 7 her father decided to sell her to a freak show, finally finding a place that would take her. before her father had the chance she ran.
She's been here so many times
Before she can't remember
When she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger
She states intently at the door,
Listens for his footsteps
She knows exactly what's in store
And the knowing makes it worse
When he calls her daddy's little girl,
She doesn't keep him
And when he crushed her
She can't feel her screams are silent
Hides in the corner of her mind
Where she plays contentedly
She leaves this night more far behind
Escapes inside her dreams
Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father's head
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end
©Stacey/sly Raising Hell Studios
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