Description

Personality

Her words are soft as she is a usually calm minded, level headed being. She thinks with logic before anything else, but emotions are programmed within her. Her reactions to emotionally sticky situations may seem overly dramatic in comparison to most due to hardware malfunctions. Never the less though, logic will always come before feelings, and after short outbursts she normally shuts right down, and reacts appropriately. Her temper seems to be the worst to flare up, the smallest things can trigger the worst memories, which replay to her like a movie.

History

Priyah was constructed as a sexual experiment by a scientist named Orvanieo Lavordah. She was the second Borg he had made, the first turned out to be a mental masterpiece but physically she was deformed and mutilated and was disposed of instantly. On the second go around Priyah was put together, this time Orvanieo put more time and effort into her physical appearance, being sure to leave no flaw to be seen. He had his way with her for years. As the time flashed by in the blink of an eye she found herself every night tugging and pulling at the platinum collar that was worn around her thin fleshy neck.

She felt a sense of hate for her creator, a disgust for her own self. She could only imagine what others would think of her if only she weren't locked in the darked damp basement. Her hostility grew stronger with each day that passed, she started putting up fights to Orvanieo, trying her hardest to gain control of her false sense of life. He started catching on to her emotional flaws, her weakness', where he went wrong with construct number two.

One dark gloomy night when Dr. Lavordah took her body into his hands, black streaky strains of sleek oil spilled from the rims of her eyes. The tears of oil fell over high cheek bones, contrasting with her snow white hide. At this exact moment he knew her time was up, it had been a good run, and he had come so close with her, but he knew his mistakes, and he knew what he had to improve for number three.

He whipped her into her cell and chose to dispose of her in the morning. The slimy black continued to pour from her eyes, her bottom lip quivered as she laid naked on the stone flooring. Her arms wrapped tightly around her small delicate looking body. She knew she had to do something, escape some how, some way, she had to free her self.

When dawn struck and Orvanieo came down the stairs to her cell, construct number two was gone with out a trace left behind her.

So begins...

Priyah's Story

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Gambit's Bar

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#2011-03-14 03:46:19, as written by Airanea

Priyah walked into the bar, her movements flowing like pouring water, one graceful step after another. Long raven hair swaying from side to side with mechanical action. She sat her self at a free booth, not ordering a drink nor and type of meal. She ran cold fingers up an exposed thigh, meeting the short hem of a blood red dress, all the while empty grey eyes scanned the room.

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#2011-03-21 02:39:43, as written by Airanea

Priyah walked down the night street metallic grey eyes looking to the star lit skies in search of things unknown to her. Memories washed over thoughts causing her to pick up the pace. Her high pumped heels click clacking on the stone road/ One reaching Gambits she shoved the door wide open her small fragile looking frame sliding inside. Priyah's movements flowed like pouring water, one graceful step after another. Long raven hair swaying from side to side with mechanical actions. She sat her self at a free booth, not ordering a drink nor any type of meal. She ran cold fingers up an exposed thigh, meeting the short hem of a blood red dress, all the while empty grey eyes scanned the room.

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#2011-03-21 02:56:52, as written by Airanea

Heavy eye lids closed over her sight, cutting her off to see only black with a tinge of a red hue, her face contorted briefly, but for only a seconds passing then relaxed once again. Her feather light embraces by her soft unprinted fingers continued up her body, caressing the silky fabric, running over the small bumps and gatherings of material. They danced their way past every curve on this woman’s body, slipping and sliding without even a murmur of recognition. Her head rolled back in the most human like manner possible, looking as if she were trying to relax herself, ease her way into comfort.
Those dainty little finger tips stopped resting at the hollow of her throat, rubbing to the left then to the right. Following the exact faint marking of a thick, paler circle.

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Gambit's Bar

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#2011-03-21 03:25:16, as written by Airanea

Priyah fingers continued to knead at her once collared neck, now turning the paler circumference to a splotchy red half ring. A soft sigh barley whispered out of pouted nude lips, being carried out before her, losing sound before even reaching her own ears.
A ever observant watch caught sight of the weaving man, watched the way he would head straight than duke out to the left to only continue heading in her general direction. Her face may have been soft and welcoming but her eyes showed something of danger, a cold eerie gaze beaming from silver lined eyes.
Priyah cocked a thin delicate eyebrow upwards, nearly fascinated with this man’s pattern of step. Her right leg lifting slowly to fall crossed over the left. With every movement man made muscle contracted and released, sending soft defining lines down long, lean legs.

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#2011-03-21 03:35:48, as written by Airanea

While the man stood at her booth in silence she looked him over, letting her gaze land upon his own, not both eyebrow cocked upwards, while waiting for the man to speak. His frustration poured from his presence just as strongly as it would of if had had spoken it aloud. While in fact his small amounts of hidden wrath only had made him all the more interesting.

Her lips moved slowly, her tongue snapped appropriately to pronounce each word of his language in a perfect mannerism. “..and what kind of woman would allow such company without knowing the name of said protector?” Priyah’s voice rang out in a sweet seduction of words, the sound tickling at her own eardrums in a pleasurable way.

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#2011-03-21 03:56:14, as written by Airanea

“Traith?” Spoken slowly, listening to the name and committing it to her ‘memory’ “Well if you cared to know…” A sinister smirk pulling at the corners of her full, plush looking lips. “…my name is Priyah.” Her small cold hand finally pulling away from her neck motioning at the seat across from her. “I would assume you would rather sit with me than stand there looking as if you may vomit on me.” Her words taunting, with a clear ring of playful laughter to follow them.

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#2011-03-21 04:14:06, as written by Airanea

“What would make you think I don’t truly fit into such company that this tavern beholds?” Her soft head tilted to the right, her face calm, her eyes cold, yet there was something about her. Her words poured from her mouth without thought of what to say; in fact her thoughts were nearly empty. Before Traith had approached her, she wished that her memory would stop replaying, and just as it always was, when someone new spoke to her, it did stop.

Her entire attention was poured into this man now, studying his movements and looking for deeper meanings behind his words. She paid no mind in hiding her tunnel vision towards him; she had no embarrassment of treating him as if he was the only person in the bar. She was this way with every person she encountered, truly interested in every living being… but the reasons behind her actions were known only to her.

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Gambit's Bar

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#2011-03-21 04:31:48, as written by Airanea

While the words slide from his mouth like a slithering snake, poking and probing at her Priyahs lips part into a coy grin. She felt the lash of his tongue, the switching of positions but this tempting cyborg just nodded her head, acting as if she were thinking of what to say, when in reality her eyes trailed down his form taking in his body language. Her right elbow moved to the table top, her pointed chin softly resting in her palm.

“Is it so strange for a simple being such as myself to seek some relaxation, perhaps a distraction, or even mildly interesting company?” Not a fumble in her speech, her skin did not tint a different shade, and her eyes rested heavily on his face once again. “If a person is seeking a getaway, a place to not be found or bothers by people she know, you would think they would find themselves in one of the most run down places around the city… and at last I have found myself here.”

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Gambit's Bar

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#2011-03-21 04:49:01, as written by Airanea

She cleared her throat not that she had too but just habit of her appearance to others; she didn’t have to look around the room to know what it looked like and to know of the people that gathered here. She couldn’t help but wonder where else this man has been to that was more grimy than Gambits, as this was in fact one of the worst places she had even been, but she kept it to herself while his hands worked the cards. “A game of chance? I’ve never been one for card games..” In fact she had never even seen a deck of cards before during her existence. “..but if you explain the rules to me I promise to keep.”

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#2011-03-21 05:31:16, as written by Airanea

She nodded her head along with his explanation, but his confidence behind his statement sparked a small flame in her ways. “And what kind of prize will you be winning?” Cocking her head to the side figuring this could go one of a few ways. “If you’re looking for a rub of the pole, perhaps you should be headed to a different part of town.” She was joking, but a ring of truth hit below the surface as eyes glared to his.

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Gambit's Bar

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#2011-03-21 05:48:10, as written by Airanea

Nimble fingers wiggled and wormed above the cards placed before her, she didn’t have to speak in order to show him that he had not bored her in any shape way or form. The mechanical joints in her hands moved more fluidly than a humans, more graceful than fingers should squirm, then the pitched a card, pulling it away slowly. Priyah’s eyes finally falling from him to the card clasped between her middle finger and thumb.

“Although you make think you have the right assumption as to why such thoughts would automatically be assumed of you, I’m willing to bet you’re wrong.” Her words were confident in every way that they could be, she spoke as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

The card she held was in fact a 10, the beautiful black 10 of spades, it wasn’t the best she could have gotten but then again it could have been a lot lower.

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#2011-03-21 06:06:28, as written by Airanea

“Now that, was something I would have never of excepted from you, once again the tables turn don’t they.” She looked from her card back to the his face, her eyes tracing over every last detail, she looked as if she was contemplating actually seeing this man again. Their short conversation replayed in her mind just a like sounds recording. Seconds passed then a minute, then two as she just studied him, even if he would have said a word she wouldn’t have heard him.
Finally after long drawn out pause of silence she shook her head softly bring herself back to reality. “Did you want me to meet you here, and at what time?”

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#2011-03-21 06:16:11, as written by Airanea

She didn’t speak simply pressing her lips together and looking behind her to the door of the bar then back to him with a nod. Priyah also slide her small self from the booth, only she didn’t brush herself off, she turned away from him, working her way through out the crowd towards the door. Her red silk coated hips swinging with seduction, she pushed the door wide open. Her heels click clacking on the stone as she made her long journey home.

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The setting changes from gambits-bar to Twisted Path

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Twisted Path

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#2011-03-22 02:51:53, as written by Airanea

Priyah wander down a long narrow path, the only noise to be heard was the flat falling step of her lightly covered feet. Every small pebble could be felt through the sole-less leather coverings she wore, cold stone steeped into her false flesh causing for small bumps to arise on her hidden skin. The trees reached high above her framing a stunning black night, a night that could send her thoughts off to far places.

The woman continued at her slow pace, letting the silence seep deep within her, she often wondered how a human would feel on a night like tonight. Would they be scared of the unknown, would the eerie lack of sound pinch at their nerves?

Peace crept over her inner-self, a harmony only reached through self meditation.

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Twisted Path

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#2011-03-22 03:16:07, as written by Airanea

While her feet keep the lazy pace she has set for herself, her tight black faded jeans hugged every dip on her body, bending and moving with each movement. Her delicate looking hands were placed in her pockets, silver eyes to the sky, she had not felt man near by, nor had she cared to scan the area. What could go wrong right? This path felt much more secure than many of the places she had been spending her nights lately. Who would harm such a woman? such a fragile, heartless, woman?

Her midnight black hair fell in a tangle of waves and curls, being pinned to only the right side of her head, a tight royal purple lace shirt clung to her upper body. While she continued on this path, and her mind trailed off to dreams of what a human would feel she could not help be be reminded of her past.

The steel collar that was fastened so tightly around her neck, the chain that held her to the wall... to the bed... to the desk... in the shower... the sound of clanging metal echoed in her mind. "No... no... please NO!"

Her voice rang out in pure terror, yet she was alone wasn't she? Who the hell was she talking to?

Priyah suddenly stopped dead center of the path, her hands whipping out of her pockets to her temples, rubbing at them with vengeance, as if that would make the sounds end. "NO!"

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Twisted Path

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#2011-03-22 03:38:20, as written by Airanea

While her screams quieted quickly, her eyes slammed shut, she recognized the voice of the man she had met the night prior and suddenly she felt as if she were coming undone. How could she be so foolish to truly believe she had found a place of serenity? How could she let such a simple slip of the mind be seen by another? She couldn't speak, but her tempestuous lips continued moving in mumbled patterns.

No she had to end this, put and end to her reaction, think of something else, think of those ridiculous thick paper sheets she learn of yesterday. Think of the red and black, think of the 10 with that sharp looking leaf.

She couldn't be seen like this so vulnerable, no control, this is why she had to hide from those she knows. This is why her master wanted to destroy her, this was her flaw. 'No don't let him see you like this, he'll DESTROY YOU!' is what she thought to herself. She knew all men where the same, she knew emotions run deep within her and it was frowned upon. 'No construct number two, pull yourself together.'... 'construct number two, number two..'

While her mind battled with itself her lips continued moving in that strange pattern, no real words came out as she dropped to her knees. She had to snap out of it quickly, snap out of it before he saw to much, but for black sleek oil fell from her eyes.

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#2011-03-22 04:00:31, as written by Airanea

Her body quaked in his soft embrace, false muscles twitching uncontrollably. She was utterly embarrassed of her actions, but her lips stopped moving, eventually so did her body as she lay limp in his arm. A silky black stained face sat emotionless, her intense gaze with silver hue orbs glared of towards the void in this world.

His song was beautiful, it was what had taken her out of the state she was in, but she had gone into a emotional shut down now. It was her defence mechanism, one giving to much of her self to someone she instantly shut down, closed the world out.

The sweet empty ring of a voice slipped from her warm moist mouth. "What are you doing here Traith?" The simplicity of the question, and the way she had retorted back to the woman she was last night, was stunning, a true trick of the mind. Something she had mastered in such a short amount of time.

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Twisted Path

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#2011-03-22 04:29:38, as written by Airanea

So much had been said with such little words, such small actions but she absorbed all of it, every last bit, right down to the tone in his voice. While his lips pressed softly against her forehead and tears were wiped away she still did not move, her eyes had not blinked, and she had not even drawn in a fake breath. If only it weren't for her lips moving and the melody that slipped past them she would look to be dead. Not a thought lingered now, not an emotion flashed in blank eyes.

"Do not take me to be stupid" Referencing to his lack of answer that had not gone unnoticed. "And I was simply enjoying the night, on my way to Gambits." Making no comment of her mood, how it was before, then and now. Silence filled the space between her comments. " 'Z'? Where did that come from?"

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#2011-03-22 04:49:09, as written by Airanea

"I'm a mystery? Something difficult to wrap a mind around?" Was she speaking to her self or was she speaking to him, She couldn't even tell who her words were directed at. Finally the woman had moved, barley but it was movement, she rested her hand along his forearm. Her skin icy to the touch, her movements far too fluid. "No that wouldn't be a bad thing, You finding me out here alone on its own was a bad thing, not the fact that it adds interest.. and you know I did not pull a random card from that deck, I don't know how you did it, but it was rigid."
That intense stare looking up to his face now, glaring deep into his own eyes, looking for something, anything, studying her company just as she had the night before.

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#2011-03-22 05:10:26, as written by Airanea

His motions and words tried to pull her in, tried to 'bait and hook her' and it nearly worked, nearly. She was silent as her thumb traced her lower lip, she was silent as her caressed her as a lover would, she remained silent after he asked her such a simple question. Her eyes prying at his inner self, trying to figure out this creature.

She very simply nodded her head to his question, rather eager of what he wanted the share, not that she would let him know that.

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#2011-03-22 05:27:31, as written by Airanea

"Thank you Traith, perhaps one day you will be trusted enough for me to call on you but as of now, I don't" She pulled her self away from him slowly and came to a stand, brushing the bits of dirt from her knees and rear. "I'll be fine to walk myself home tonight, until we cross paths again?.." She had no clue it was going to rain, but she took his word for it, and really had no desire to stick around and feel the moisture for her self, if he had been right.

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#2011-03-29 06:23:21, as written by Airanea

The radiant light of the illuminating moon gave sight to normal beings, held purpose in a darkly entrapped night. Priyah wandered the streets of the city, light pitter patting of her feet as the softly landed on damp stone. She had no use for the night nor had she use for the day, each seemed to meld into one another endlessly, each seems to be one long drawn out time frame. Heavily stand eye lids closed softly over metallic eyes. She had no need for sight, the map of the city programed into what she liked to consider a memory. This small woman couldn’t help but wonder how so many creatures had relied so deeply on the images such fragile orbs portrayed; something so easy to take away something so fragile to depend on.
Her legs moved fluidly, carrying her forth without thought of where she was going, she quite honestly did not care for where she ended up on this night, anywhere but where she had been must have been better.
The damp air clung to her artificial skin like a blanket of dew, and while she was slowly becoming surrounded by trees and nature the cold began to seep into her thoughts. She had been here before, in fact it was the last time she saw Traith… Traith that kind man who felt the need to hide himself, who turned so obviously embarrassed at the slight catch of words, Traith the man who had been her only warm welcome at Gambits, the man who held her when she so vulnerably broke.
Her lids lifted regaining sight to the world around her, the beads of water gave small glistening hope to this path, gave it some sort of false sanctuary. Her feet continued while she took in the small bits of over looked beauty around her, moving forward, she could not help but wonder why she had avoided Traith so avidly, why she must be so ashamed of her small break down caught by unsuspected eyes.

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#2011-03-29 06:51:27, as written by Airanea

While she furthered herself down the path she came to a sudden pause, not making a sound, not moving, she watched the man who just caressed her thoughts, and violated her inner most secretive thoughts. She thought of all the ways she wanted to explore him, know him, and know his body. She thought of the different things he could show her and that she could teach him. The feeling of his hands on her body, roaming the light bends of each dipped curve.
He toasted the sky and drank to what could only be imagined to be a bad night but what could it possibly be that ate at this man’s mind. Hearing the soft touch of foul language escape his oh so tempting lips she cleared her throat loud enough to catch his attention.
“And is that any such way to speak in the presence of a lady, Traith?” Crossing long lean arms slowly under the rounds of her breasts while advancing closer to the male.

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#2011-03-29 07:17:52, as written by Airanea

She lightly groaned a taunting lustrous sound while she scanned him over, taking in the small details of his exquisite self. She could crush him if she wanted to, physically, emotionally and mentally, such a sweet squishable human. Something about him though, something about him mind her jump from thought to thought. His hand was offered and she stopped mid stride looking it over as if she had no clue what it was her was doing, but his words spike interest within her, a game of sorts.
“And if I was a delusion, what would you do Traith?” His name rolling of her tongue, lingering on her lips as he eyes met with his, peering deep into him as she had done before, looking for an answer, looking to expose his flaws, looking to catch him within he gaze.

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The setting changes from twisted-path to Gambit's Bar

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#2011-12-04 03:28:27, as written by Airanea

As eyes settled about the room light click clacks of sharp metal heels could be heard sounding from the area of the front door. With hips swaying from left to right with each long drawn out step sharp lines of what appeared to be muscle definition ran up her porcelain legs.

This woman held no emotion on her face, no hint of care in the steel grey eyes that landed upon each face of each patron while she and her tantalizing curves made their way towards and empty booth.

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