|º Name: Leilah Sarit [Tsillah].
|º Alisa: Leilah.
|º Gender: Female.
|º Age: immortal [appears around 26].
|º Orientation: unknown.
|º Species: Dragon shapshifter.

|º Mate: None [dead]
|º Children: None [dead]
|º Family: None [dead]
|º Goddess of Sinbad

|º Personality: Complex.
Some people find her a lot to handle as she has quite a lengthy story behind her as to why she is and why she acts the way she does. Due to her curse of immortality she feels like she is bound to this world but for no reason. She feels as though everyday is a reminder that she does not belong in the same world as the living - but in the ground as the rest of her kingdom. Burden by this, and the lost of her lover and child she has become bitter and hostile towards the world. When first approached she is very hostile and on edge. Like a predator circling her pray she will not let her guard down until she feels as though you are not a threat.
If she does not turn you way from the get ago and you 'past her test' she becomes very sly, devious, mischievous and manipulative. It takes a lot of work to get to her core as she has built up a dense shell over the years, trying not to give into her emotions. She takes offense fairly quickly but will bit her tongue unless you royally pissed her off.
Overall she appears rather regal and powerful like she could snap you into with the flick of her lashes. But on the inside of that shell she longs for death. Some say she has a death wish, which is true. Inside that shell, she feels like a tortured soul that is screaming to get out and is extremely vulnerable.
It is extremely rare for her to show that weakness in her, even fear or fright as she usually jokes about not fearing death. Should she ever show the slightest tone of fear, something has clearly hit home for her. But if you some how manage to not give up on her and get past her rough exterior you will find that tortured soul - the side of her that can be laid back and caring. Those who have seen this side of her are very few.

|º History:
Far and long ago back in the dawn of middle earth was a kingdom nestled on the outskirts of dense woods and cliff sides of the ocean. The lands were ruled by King Tsillah and his Queen by his side - or so it seemed. Little did they know that their beloved King was merely a puppet, and the Queen a puppeteer. She ran with an iron fist through the voice of her husband as they made their mark on the land. To the villagers inhabiting the kingdom, all seemed picture perfect like a fairy tale, but there was darkness brewing in their beloved land. Both in black magic and treason.
It wasnt long before a stranger stumbled upon their kingdom where the king soon sentenced the mad man to death. But the Queen had other plans with this stranger, whom was forever in the Queens debt for sparing his life. But he wasn't off scotch free. He had to prove his worthiness to their people and had to pull his own wait. And that's when he showed them his gift - magic they called it. He served the King and Queen to provide and replenish the land with the fruits of his gift. The people bowed to their Queen in thanks for saving this magical man and providing them with such gifts. Everyone was bliss.
While the King went on his drinking binges and feasting every night, the Queen soon became ill of her husbands behavior. It was never love to begin with and she refused to give him, her child. The marriage was all arranged and a purse was paied for her hand. She never wanted this and nor longer did she stand for it.
While the King was in his drunk slop, she sought it in her to begin a romantic relation with the towns blacksmith - Atticus. A specimen far grander than the drunk baboon she presently called her husband. It wasn't long before she was completely swept off her feet with Atticus. She laughed like she never laughed before, she felt warmth she never knew was possible and she felt love she thought she would never have. But their love must remain a secret and no one should find out of what treason they were committing for death would be the only outcome.
But that didnt seem to stop them as not long after the Queen gave birth to the next heir. The kingdom over joyed by the news. The Queen birthed a boy and the King was given a son. But little did everyone know that it was not the Kings son.
The almost fairy tale kingdom seemed to go to be true, but thats because it was. It turned out to be spies in the castle about the Treason committed between the Queen and Atticus. Death was the penalty but she bagged the King for his forgiveness so he sent Atticus to rot in the dungeons instead. Everything began to snowball and it all went downhill from that point. That night it seemed like the danger the magic stranger had been running from had finally caught up to him.
Angels of death and destruction fell upon the kingdom and everything and everyone was in an up roar. Not even the blood of the innocents were spared that night as everyone and everything these angels came across was destroyed. The were ugly beasts, tattered wings and clothes caked in dry blood, face hidden by leather and metal masks hiding their ugly rotted features. Their blades seemed other worldly, strange in shape and colour that proved to be not from around here. Bodies lined the streets when the castle was overthrown by violence.
During the commotion the Queen had rushed down to the dungeons to try and free her lover so that they could make a run for it with their child. She struggled to make her hands work as they thumbled with the keys, chaos surrounding her as the cries of people she once knew be silenced around her, and the castling being turned into ruins. Atticus tried to encourage her to keep calm and focus but it was all to overwheling, eyes beginning to blur from tears and hands shaking from fear. She had heard sounds of people yelling that the king was done, he had been killed. That part didnt phase her as much as what she heard next. She could hear a baby crying and screaming out for comfort and help, but then a high pitch yelp later the baby was silenced. She felt her stomach in her throat, hearing the death of their child, and her knees gave out from under her. She couldn't save Atticus, and she couldnt save their child. She felt completely useless and defeated.
She had lost her chance to rescue Atticus as the Death Angels began to make their way to the dungeon. Atticus yelled for the Queen to leave, to escape. She refused to leave him but something overcame her and told her she needed to leave. She fled the scene hearing once again her lover taken away from her but this time in death. She ran for the woods, not seeing where she was going through watery eyes and the night of the foliage, but her feet kept on running far far away from the carnage.
She doesnt remember what happened next, but when she woke up she was covered in mud and continued to hid out in the forest until she felt it was safe. She felt completely valuable like a new born lamb. Everything she knew was gone, nothing had survived the genocide. She mourned in death of her child and lover as she found nothing but rubble ruins at once was her castle. It took several days for her to locate the trap door to the dungeon. She was reluctant to go down but she felt something inside of her pulling her to go down. Perhaps in the back of her mind she was mistaken hearing Atticus' dieing breath and that he did make it out alive. But when she came up to his cell, all hope had vanished seeing his cold limp body. She wheiped and morned for many days to follow until she got a visitor.
This was no welcomed visitor to her. How dare he step in the place of such death that no one could ever understand but her. She was the soul survive but she wasnt out of the deep just yet. She found out that someone had hired a 'hit' on her for her treason. This was no ordinary hit though. The man put a curse on her. He cursed for all eternity that nothing from earth can kill her - never to die and be reunited with her beloved Atticus. Every night she shall be tormented by the cries of those who perished, reliving the event night after night. And finally her cursed mark forever burned into her skin - a dragon that covered across her back from her left hip, up and over her right should and ending by her breast. And as if the torment wasnt bad enough, without warning her body would begin to morph and shape shift into a dragon - a creature that fitted her traits and wrong doing perfectly.
Her hair no longer a strawberry blonde but of rich ebony, her eyes a striking contrast of aquamarine against her pale complexion the glittered in the sun. She was no longer the mighty queen she once knew....

Centuries have past and she still has not found peace and she took Atticus' last name to try and forget her past -even though she knew it was impossible. She has become bitter with the world wanting nothing more but to die and honourable death. However she has found inner peace with the dragon and can summon those powers at will. But still she feels empty and vulnerable and puts on a rough exterior to protect herself and her past. With this she has become a very keen manipulator and luring men and seducing them. It was all casual to try and feel something that she had with Atticus but it seems like the wizzard took more from her than he cared to explain - or so she thinks - and ends up feeling even more hallow and filthy.



Roleplay info
Human: Open [preferred]
Quad: Closed [atm]

How to contact:
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email: jennyshep6@gmail.com
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ºno one lined replies plz, they piss me off to no end, the more the better.
ºno powerplaying/god moding. A little I can tolerate just dont take over my charries plz.
ºI'm not a fan of comment rps so any of the above I'm cool with yo.
ºI'll try to do some scene art if I have time :3