𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁

vampireapologist

𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒

☽ 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 ☾

{ of indiscernible age; physically about 20 }

❝ It's in the movements you make
It's on your breath
You're a cold-blooded killer
Or so you said ❞
𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒿𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Aamaya Samudra Bagchi | অ্যাম্যায়া সমুদ্র বাগচী
𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: Amaya because no one really remembers to write the second a and she gave up reminding them years ago, Amaya Bang as her stage name, Maya out of simplicity and most people's habit of shortening names, May [pronounced like my] by those who know her more personally, May-may [my-my] only as an occasional jest, Yaya in a long-ago forgotten time

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲: While Amaya is unclear of her real birthday, she did rise from the marsh in the middle of Barsa, the rainy season. She chooses to say August 1st for those who ask
𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜: Leo, sort of, as explained above
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧: A long-gone village in what is now the Terai region of West Bengal, Bangladesh

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Cis-gender female
𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Fluid, though seems to be attracted to femininity, regardless of a person's gender

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬: Literally just how absolutely and intoxicatingly beautiful she is, her sultry voice, those innumerable scars that she keeps very well hidden with illusion magic or clothes, how she seems like a regular human and yet? you have this sinking feeling? in the pit of your stomach? that she can't possibly? be of this world?
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: Ah, yes...because she's not! Aamaya is a very ancient Rakshesha who has had her mind purged by centuries, stuck in the shallows of Bengali marshes. She much resembles her Aleyan sisters of the ghost-lights, who nurtured her and taught her their ways during all those times. In this life, Aamaya mostly believes herself to be one of them instead of a man-eater
𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: Most of Aamaya's powers are long faded, both from her incapacity to wield them and her memory that she ever could. She is not an immortal, after all, just a creature in great decline and on the verge of her own death, even if that will span human-centuries. However, she has the following skills:
❯❯❯ A seductive, siren-like voice that once led fishermen to lose their bearings or drown, if one decided to follow them moving over the marshes, but now serves as a very coercive way of getting people to do what she pleases when she sings
❯❯❯ Minor control over her Maya, the magical powers of illusion, which enables her to change appearance at will. These days, she is basically too weak to do anything for a long period of time and can really only take on other human features. This is all because she is constantly hiding those scars and, additionally, she has forgotten her true form of a tigress and has not regenerated her power by reverting to her actual natural state in a very long time
❯❯❯ Flight but actually a glorified hovering that she mostly uses to avoid her knees hurting in those obnoxious shoes she loves to wear
❯❯❯ Ability to breathe and live in water as if she were on land

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬: Mesmerizing crowds | Toying with human males | Getting her way | Being ahead of fashion trends | Swimming | Sensing fear | Athletic and very graceful ~~one might say like a certain large striped cat~~ | Brewing the best damn coffee you’ve ever had, and even if you do the exact same thing on the exact same machine, hers is still somehow better?
𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬: Has a truly horrible memory and is always forgetting everything | Cannot play the piano no matter how much she practices | Is she actually a good singer or does she just have a magic power to make you think she is? | Can never say no to chocolate | Loves a pretty face and is easily enamored by beauty | Cannot handle pressure | Only likes to receive presents and is horrible at giving them | An incurable lightweight | Misunderstands basic human cultural norms all the time

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: Five years as a performer, just started as a recruiter
𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐭: Lead singer of the band, NAYAD. Their sound is basically indie rock with some experimental techniques. Very the 1975 and BØRNS ~~but a female voice~~, with a dash of Florence and the Machine. Especially when Florence played through the storm in 2015 Lollapalooza! However, her position is somewhat contested now that she is on a "temporary" leave of absence. Will the show go on without her?
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Because Micky takes all of her management cases very personally, she has a very detailed plan as to how Aamaya can recover from her PR disaster. She just has to follow every single thing Micky tells her to do. Right now, that means taking a break as frontwoman and working her magic behind the scenes to convince stubborn hold-outs to ~~sell their souls~~ sign with 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘. It's a lot of researching up-and-coming performers, traveling, and spending inordinate amounts of money in the wooing process
𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Aamaya knows how to play the acoustic and electric guitar but will only pick it up in sets on occasion

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥: Mishti Rahman
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞: Mitski Miyawaki

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 ? Absolutely! I will be the first to admit that I spent an embarrassing about of time trying to find a supernatural creature to make this character, but I really don't have a problem with scrapping everything magical about Aamaya and reworking her bio to be just a regular ol' girl who fell into the trap of this company. Or just creating something new entirely. What's most important to me is making sure you're happy with the scale, balance, and range of characters in the group!

𝕿𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

{ for Aamaya's general mood and life, not necessarily the style of her band }

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 | 𝓎𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ That little death inside my sides won't make it right
⠀⠀⠀⠀He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night ❞

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘! | 𝒽𝑜𝓏𝒾𝑒𝓇
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ All the things yet to come are the things that have passed
⠀⠀⠀⠀Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass
⠀⠀⠀⠀Like the bonfire that burns, at all worth in the fight fell too ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝓀
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ We're always shapeshifting
⠀⠀⠀⠀We never stay the same way
⠀⠀⠀⠀We'll find that we're drifting
⠀⠀⠀⠀Why are we changing every day? ❞

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒿𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ I'm feeling remnants of the face
⠀⠀⠀⠀Painted three hundred years ago on the ceiling
⠀⠀⠀⠀And it looked just like you
⠀⠀⠀⠀And for a moment I was fooled ❞

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 | 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Passing seasons, empty bottles of wine
⠀⠀⠀⠀My ancient kingdom came crashing down without you
⠀⠀⠀⠀Baby child, I'm lost without your love ❞

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇𝑔
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Flying through the sky
⠀⠀⠀⠀All our senses reeling
⠀⠀⠀⠀Now you sit and cry
⠀⠀⠀⠀At the shadows on the ceiling ❞

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 | 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ I could try but I can't explain
⠀⠀⠀⠀How I do, I just know it
⠀⠀⠀⠀Something supernatural ❞

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 | 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ All the ghosts
⠀⠀⠀⠀They float, float around us
⠀⠀⠀⠀How they turned all our dreams into dust ❞

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐑 | 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑒
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ I need the undoing, need the aftermath
⠀⠀⠀⠀The cold water slap, the narrow hatch
⠀⠀⠀⠀The stairs to where the stars collapse
⠀⠀⠀⠀The great unknown, the great relapse ❞

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 | 𝒶𝓁𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Would you give away your throne for love?
⠀⠀⠀⠀Don't tell me it's real
⠀⠀⠀⠀You feel so cold in my arms
⠀⠀⠀⠀Can you tell me how we could be drifting apart? ❞

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖞: 𝕬 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖞

{ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 }

⠀⠀⠀⠀Aayama is a descendant of the original Rakshasas, who were allegedly created from the breath of Brahma when he was asleep at the end of the Satya Yuga. As soon as they were created, they were so filled with bloodlust that they started eating Brahma himself. Brahma shouted "𝑅𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝒶!" which is Sanskrit for "𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑒!" When Vishnu came to his aid, there were all banished to Earth, where they became a race that was, too, dictated by good and bad. Most of them were powerful warriors, expert magicians, and illusionists.

⠀⠀⠀⠀However, they are not pack-creatures by any means, and upon her birth, Aamaya was abandoned just like all the others. A Rakshesha who cannot take care of themselves, even at the beginning of their life, is worth nothing. It took a few hundred years to grow out of her puberty phase, but once she reached adulthood, Aamaya was quite a menace in her region. People feared the towering woman with a tiger for a head and backward claws for hands. She hunted for sport and cracked open veins to drink from even when full. Always, always an insatiable hunger, that one. But she was reckless. She liked to travel far and wide, trespassing territories and fighting with whatever creature would dare take her on. In a world where humans were still so weak, there were many monsters who freely roamed the land and happily tore away at the small, boasting Rakshesha. Anything to put the mouthy brat in her place.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Lacking any shrewdness or fear, Aamaya tried to seek her fortune with a wise, prophetic Byangoma. But when it dismissed her and told her nothing of worth, she grew ferociously angry and tried to attack it too. The great bird, though normally passive by nature, easily disposed of her. For burial honor, it carried her limp form back to the marshes of her birth. Aamaya seemed to be truly deceased. But the guardians of the marsh, the Aleya, sensed that her spirit remained. So they dragged her body into their depths and cleansed her from the world above for hundreds of years. There, she became their sister and lover and friend. They came to think of her as one of their own, and they never wanted her to remember all the terrible chaos and trouble she caused in her life.

{ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 }

⠀⠀⠀⠀Humanity slipped by, normally igniting nothing more than a glance every few decades. But the surface called to her. Although it was Aleyan culture to be little more than a ghostly apparition to the humans in the marsh — only showing their true form when they have been lead beneath its dangerous depths — Aamaya could not resist getting close. When a certain beautiful girl kept frequently her shores, she took notice. She would rest just beneath the edge and listen to Madhujamini, a talented poet, practice her rhythms and metaphors. Aamaya came to look forward to her visits, even though the human was entirely unaware of her audience. One day, however, as Madhujamini wept instead of sang, the little creature below could no longer contain her curiosity. Although her sisters tugging at her heels to remain in their waters, she ascended above and coddled Madhujamini in her arms. “𝒮𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽, 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒,” she purred, “𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀Madhujamini feared the nude, ethereal being that came to her from the marsh. She began to scream for help. Though Aamaya tried to assure her of her safety, her screams had alerted a group of men. They were already hunting for their little princess who had a habit of sneaking away from her guards and running off.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊!” she screamed again and again, as the men dragged Aamaya to prison for attempting to kill the betrothed heir. There, she was clad in abrasive fabrics and frequently whipped for taking them off. She cried all through the night and constantly missed the safety of her watery home. After unknown weeks of darkness, finally, a voice spoke to her. “𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇?” it whispered. Aamaya thought it to be from a god, there to save her. “𝒴𝑒𝓈!” she cried, crushing herself against the door of her confinement, dreaming of the many months she watched Madhujamini. “𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒! 𝐼𝒻 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌!” A crippled figure limped from the shadows of the corner, and though beaten and shackled hand and foot, it made a menacing force. “𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂, 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉.” Aamaya was desperate for what he offered her and thought little of the price he asked in return. She took everything he said to heart and secretly bided her time. Jhareshwar, a powerful demon tricked and bound by Madhujamini's father, wanted his freedom. And he wanted a powerful Rakshesha at his disposal. It all made perfect sense. He helped her break away. He gave her the tools and instructions to find another king nearby. And he waited.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Two decades were nothing in the eyes of monsters. Aamaya failed to realize how fast humanity changed, and it took her years to find and join another king's court, as Jhareshwar planned. But eventually, she learned the silly ways of mortals and took quite well to being a courtesan. After all, her ageless beauty spoke volumes. She grew in favor and came to influence her lover's diplomacy and affairs. It only took a few whispers to convince him to visit a nearby kingdom for some reason or another. She hardly had to concoct something, given how infatuated he had grown for her. So finally, awash in power and wealth, Aamaya reunited with her sweet Madhujamini again. Though her face was tattooed with laugh lines and children swam at her feet, her spirit remained the same. Aamaya's passion ignited all over again when the woman’s husband commanded for her to spin a poem out loud to welcome their guests. With time and in the safety of shadows, Madhi loved her too. ~~Or was it, perhaps, all those wishes Aamaya whispered in her ear? Was it ever her free will to fall?~~

⠀⠀⠀⠀Aamaya faked her own death to get away from her old court, and she hid from everyone to remain with her true love. Their romance blossomed, even as the short years tick by. But it was only so long before Madhi's own husband learned of their illicit affair. When they were both condemned to death, Aamaya felt more free than anything. She knew exactly what to do, and finally! Finally! They could stop hiding!

⠀⠀⠀⠀The greediness. A part of her Rakshesha soul that she will never lose.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Madhi awoke in the middle of the night to her entire court slaughtered. Skulls split open. Organs spilling. A river of blood. Not a soul left alive. Just Aamaya, covered in the evidence of her crimes, smiling wickedly. So proud of what she had done for her love.

⠀⠀⠀⠀But the human — mother, friend, wife, queen — did not see this as freedom. The carnage broke Aamaya's spell. She ran from the horrible monster that created such chaos; it was just a matter of days before the guilt and madness led Madhi to bring her own demise. And then Aamaya was left only with the body of her beloved, who never really loved her at all.

⠀⠀⠀⠀When Madhi's son heard of the terrible creature that ravaged his boyhood home, he led a hunting party to destroy 𝒾𝓉. Aamaya didn't fight when they came and tore her away from Madhi's corpse. She didn't fight when they tied her to the wall and spent days, months, years torturing her. Her soul died with Madhujamini. This body meant nothing to her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀But then the boy, too, grew old and died. And his son after him. In a Rakshesha blink, their entire lineage seemed to disappear. The memory of humanity was all too meaningless, and Aamaya became nothing more than a husk, rotting away in the darkness below. Forgotten. Destroyed. She learned the lesson that the romantic fairy tales in Madhi's poems all too often neglected to share: loving someone is not always enough to be with them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀When the castle had crumbled to forgotten dust and nature took back its rightful ground, Aamaya stirred her broken head towards the sky. Fog had settled over the ruins, and she heard their voices. Her sisters calling her home, begging her to come back into their arms. She was defeated. The world had done her heart and soul in. She wanted to give up, die in that cell even though her chains had long since rotted away, but somehow, she returned to those watery depths. Embraced by a thousand kisses, Aamaya knew that she would never leave again. Not after what happened. So her sisters asked her a fateful question.

⠀⠀⠀⠀”𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀And she did. She wanted all of it to disappear. Their song caressed her into a deep cocoon; their magic tangled into her hair, her mind, her spirit. A clean slate. Anything for their little Rakshesha. They all thought Aamaya would stay like that forever. But how could they predict how cruel man would become?

{ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 }

⠀⠀⠀⠀Everything was blurry, but Aamaya knew one thing: the earth was dying. There were always things dragging her, dragging her, dragging her. Stupid men falling, falling, falling..then getting back up again. The marsh magic wasn’t working anymore. And a poison. A terrible poison. "𝒫𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃," the water whispered to them. "𝑀𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀."

⠀⠀⠀⠀A deep gasp. A sudden chill. She was above. She was on dry land. A thousand hands waved from the marsh and begged for her to save them. Find the center of humanity and save them. In a naked tangle of limbs and confusion, Aamaya stumbled into the nearest town and accidentally terrified the people there. They clothed her and bombarded her with a thousand questions. Perhaps she would have never left that quiet place. But 𝒽𝑒 was waiting. The Aleya had called him and promised that Aamaya would finally absolve her payment with him. He didn't realize he was getting a drowned, forgetful disaster.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Amnesia can be quite the funny thing when a species devoted most their energy for thousands of years to the decimation of every memory. For all Aamaya believed, she was one of them, simply on land now. Jhareshwar, having grown wary and even more cynical with the slow lumbering of agelessness, had little patience for her antics. He expected a monster to have at his beck and call, but Aamaya was nearly as useless as a mortal. And she would not shut up about the center of humanity! So he teleported her to New York and dumped her on another demoness' doorstep with whom he had a particularly petty, ancient feud with. He would collect her again, once someone else built her back up and she could finally be of use to him. If he just gave her back to the Aleya, she would never pay off her debt. And what could possibly be more of the center of humanity than the city that never sleeps?

⠀⠀⠀⠀Maeve was in and out of 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 since its inception, just an average demoness helping her Lord Satan when so called upon. It was never her passion; that would always be raising hell and getting super high. But, hey, it kept the old man off her back. Having a wandering Rakshesha from B.C.E. left on her front mat { embellished, so fondly, with 𝓖𝓮𝓽 𝓞𝓾𝓽 } did not exactly fall within her life plans, but she took an easy liking to the little creature once it was properly clothed and opened its spunky mouth. Keeping Amaya was a real yolo moment for her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Indoctrination into the world à la Maeve taught her all kinds of important lessons like, "𝒜𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉," and "𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒'𝓈." She got her hooked on great music and even better substances. By the time Micky was finally giving 𝕯𝕽 a respectable reputation again, Amaya and Maeve were an inseparable duo. Though always platonic, they had insatiable energy and connection that caused way too much trouble in way too many countries. Amaya still hasn't been able to trick the border control of Hong Kong to let her back in.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Five years ago, an idea sparked. "𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻?" Everything just always seemed to make sense when coming from Maeve's crooked grin. Besides getting up to no good, it seemed like only thing that Amaya truly enjoyed was making music. So she sang her magic words to some humans from all the corners of the world and ~~manipulated~~ convinced them to follow her all the way back to New York. It was like serving Micky Christmas dinner on a silver platter: all of the souls with none of the work.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In the haze of it all, Amaya Bang forgot who she was. She forgot Aamaya, the Aleya, her purpose. And while she perhaps reposted a photo on her Instagram story about recycling plastic to save the ocean every once and a while, it was clear that her focus was stuck all in the wild world of fame and fortune. Maeve was never responsible for any conséquences of her choices, including the little destruction of all that could have been good in Amaya. Though Micky took over the managerial role of NAYAD, it was Maeve whispering sweet nothing in the lead singer's ear. And that's when the proverbial words of the Byangoma — once so easily dismissed by Aamaya as useless — seemed to ring through the millennia: this creature would find no success, knowing only darkness and sorrow.

⠀⠀⠀⠀With the slow descent of madness in her fellow band members, Amaya unwound even more. She and her demoness got a little too reckless time and time again, and the events of Hong Kong in the pre-record deal days seemed to be following them to other cities on the international tour. It's one thing for Mickey to cover up a a single incident of human crew and fans being found dead around a bloody pentagram, and quite another to do it 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈. Especially when the last event got away from them, set an entire convention center on fire, and accidentally banished Maeve deep into hell for a few centuries. Well, at least it was only one disaster for Micky to clean up then.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The loss of her best friend has Amaya almost as dazed and confused as the ignorant humans that play(ed?) alongside her. Micky pulled her from her duties as NAYAD's singer and moved her exclusively behind the scenes. If the crazy girl was going to use her persuasive voice to toy with humans, she might as well use it to help 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 instead of destroying it. But Amaya, without Maeve to guide her, is questioning everything she knows about herself. What is she doing on this wild earth? Has she ever earned anything in her life? Or is her pretty face and manipulative voice the root of everything she has ever done, felt, and experienced?

⠀⠀⠀⠀Perhaps her tormented destiny is truly written in stone. After all, Amaya may have forgotten the debt she owes, but Jhareshwar most certainly has not.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘

{ 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 }

{ 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 + 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 }

{ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 }

{ 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 }

{ 𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒊 }

𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘

☽ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 ☾

— Lead singer of their music act, has a knack for mesmerizing crowds & definitely makes for the perfect frontwoman —
— Micky personally manages their act —
— Siren? Vampire? —
— Quite enjoys toying with the human staff Micky employs —
— Just got back from a year-long tour —

vampireapologist

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊

me, writing this character:
MAKE HER OLD AS DIRT BUT COMPLETELY USELESS

A touch of Bengali legends, The Little Mermaid, Fanfan { I miss you, darling },
Game of Thrones, and, of course, 𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓴 '𝓷' 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵...here's my baby ♡

I don't anticipate that anyone wants to read her information because it's too long. ~~I'm disappointed in myself for writing it so excessively, so I totally understand.~~ I tend to make detailed bios often because I always have questions for myself as to what happened, and if I don't get it down, I forget!! So. I will write a little summary on her storyboard for you to peruse much more easily.

I'm also kinda mad at myself because I feel like using demons in her second and her third life is kind of a cop-out? I wanted an allusion to reincarnation and the "doomed to repeat herself" destiny thing, but now it feels inauthentic. Perhaps I'll find a way to update that. I would also be open to suggestions if anyone had one for either stage of her life!!!!!!!

In any case, I'm clearly a bit too invested for my own good.

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lonaxos

@lecoupdefoudre U ARE AMAZING
she is amazing
i am !!!!! how do u do everything so wonderfully

ahlexandra

@lecoupdefoudre finally finally read this and wow wow wow. truly so special and endearing and iconic and wow wow wow ! ! ! WITH THE VOICE OF MITSKI...BYE