<div class="floatleft">(http://www.themetart.com/thumbs/galleries/5000/5388/05.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Isaya<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Species</strong>:Human<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Isaya</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i8.fuskator.com/large/f2MTKznqdod/Teen-Shaved-Blonde-Babe-Goldie-A-from-Met-Art-9.jpg)(https://i8.fuskator.com/large/gPHD2X5upiR/Teen-Shaved-Blonde-Babe-Goldie-A-with-Blue-Eyes-from-Met-Art-3.jpg)(http://metart.oldax.com/goldie-a/vices/m15.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Life hadn't quite turned into the story book romance that she thought it would have been. Running away at the age of 17 to be with a man several years older than her parents approval had been thrilling and exciting. He'd paid attention to her, treated her as an adult when everyone else seemed determined to treat her like a child. For awhile it had been as she had thought, but slowly things had changed. Drinking, drugs, out of control parties...she couldn't even tell when things had started to collapse. At first it had been scoring them a roof over their heads for the night and a quick high. A friend of his here, that guys buddy later in the week when they were thrown off the couch. At first it was exhilarating, fun in the naughtiness of living the adult lifestyle her parents never would have allowed her to. Overtime time though it changed, the love she thought she had with him had diminished, his attentions more possessive than mutual fun. To compensate, she sunk deeper into the chemical purgatory that washed away the worries and shame, leaving in its place a euphoric haze that blurred the harsh corners of the world and numbed her fears. Whenever self doubt or worry would scratch its claws at the back of her mind she'd slip into that sweet oblivion.<br/><br/>In a momentary glimpse of sobriety while they had been on the road,she'd broken down and called her parents. It was a great idea, tell them she wanted to come home, how much she missed everyone and when they wired the cash for her bus ticket they'd use it towards their last dealer that he'd borrowed from. She'd already slept with the guy once before to score some coke but he was a scum bag and the thought of him sweating and rutting on top of her made her nauseous. As always things didn't work out though, instead of the concerned loving parents a part of her still hoped she had, there was raging dismissal and vile contempt on the other end. She was dead to them and no longer considered part of the family. Her father's threat to have her arrested if she ever stepped foot near their home or contacted her younger sister had left her sobbing in the run down phone booth when her boyfriend found her. The beating had nearly killed her and surely would have if not for a strange woman that seemed to come from nowhere. Through the red haze that filled her vision, her attacker simply stopped, she didn't know what became of him or much of what occurred that night. Through the agony of her injuries and withdrawal, a nightmare of dreams and creatures that simply couldn't exist passed by as she recovered until she'd finally awoken in a brothel god knows where and a simple offer made. The promise of never being hurt again if she wished to stay and earn her place.A small price to pay for the life she'd been living these past few years. So she found herself as a new employee at the most out of this world establishment that her conscious mind was still trying to come to grips with.<br/><br/><strong>Relationship Status</strong>: Single and hesitant<br/><strong>Gender &amp; Sexual Identity</strong>: Female/ Open to new possibilities<br/><strong>Position</strong>: New Employee<br/>