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gadget]<font size=" 3">Birthday:</font>[/gadget]Friday the 13th of December 1995
Cambion -- A cambion is the offspring of a human and a succubus or an incubus. They have a demonic nature and are more devious than normal children because of the demonic influence that they were exposed to before birth. Also known as incubus-baby, and Devil's-brat.
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USA, Washington, Seattle
USA, NY, New York City
Charles Grey -- Adoptive Father and husband of Daisy grey
Daisy Grey -- Adoptive Mother and wife of Charles grey
Edward Grey -- Son of Charles and Daisy, brother of Hayden and Rose
Rose Grey -- Daughter of Charles and Daisy, Sister of Edward and Hayden.
Alice Moore -- Biological mother of Hayden
Mike Blackbourne -- Biological father of Hayden
Yes, she absolutely loves alcohol, also because of which kind of effect it can have on her prey when they are drunk.
Yes and No, she doesn’t when pretending to be her sweet self, or when with her family, but if alone with her “toys” or with someone who knows her true nature, she does.
Yes, she does, but not enough to get addicted. She often uses them on her “toys” as well.
Obviously yes, though she is extremely dominant, she will maybe fool you first so you’d get addicted to her.
Bisexual
Good luck making her love you.
Highschooler/ Head of the interrogation squat of the FBI and the CIA.
Most of the time she is just a normal high school student, but sometimes she gets called in when absolutely necessary, meaning when the people can’t get through their suspect. She is well known in that branch for her cruel acts but will never be trailed for them..
When in her human form, she has raven black hair, which often is a complete mess because of its slightly curled and very waved nature. She has pumpkin orange eyes which are big, and a almost paper white skin. She is tall, and quite thinly build, therefor looks quite frail yet if she’d show it off she’d look like a model. She is flat chested, and often hides her figure in a too big dark blue sailor uniform with a red ribbon, and a red pair of old looking sneakers. She often hides her eyes behind her messy hair.
When in her succubus form she looks completely different. Her hair is almost completely straight with a slight wave, and she has blood red eyes. She is quite big breasted when in this form as well, but still had that somehow frail look about her. You shouldn’t be fooled though, as she really is one of the least frail girls when you’ll meet. She has a demon’s tail, wings and a pair of wings/horns on her head.
She appears to be a very shy girl. Kind, and often happy, with not much of a temper. She isn’t easily angered, or so it appears to be. She doesn’t show how she really is to her family or her friends from school. In reality she is a violent and dominant girl, scarred by her past, and carries a deep and big amount of hate inside of her. She is a sadist till the bone. She doesn’t believe in love, not even from her family or friends. She doesn’t love herself either and sees herself as the only not perfect person in her family.
[i]In the rich and prestige parts of Seattle, a woman lived. She was well known for her beauty and her honest personality, and her name was Alice. She wasn’t one to back off and a strong woman. It was around new years when everything went wrong. A large party was held to celebrate the new year and many people were invited. Including her and a male, that had gotten well known in a short period of time. She an actress, he a businessman.
Little there was known about him. As if he was a complete mystery, and that was what made him so appealing and attractive. There was something playful in his eyes whenever he showed his face, and was a good speaker in public.
The moment their eyes met it was as if a spark had jumped from one to another, and what followed was them following each other like magnets. It was either him following her or her following him, which was mostly the case. She had utterly and completely fallen for him. Little did she know that he would bring her to the path of destruction. She confessed to him, and without actually returning her love with words, he let her into his house, letting her stay for as long as she wanted. She didn’t try to get jobs anymore, and no longer paid any attention to her friends. He was her obsession.
After a long time of being in love that way, he convinced her one night to do it while on drugs. Crack. He had plans for a woman like her afterall, she was a rare beauty, and he knew that he would be very much able to get a lot of money out of her. He also knew of her extreme love for him, so he fed that love every once in awhile, so she’d stick around. While he did this, she was slowly getting ruined, by him, and by drugs. She got addicted, and would anything for more. Even if it meant sleeping with random friends of his.
Slowly she began to realize that he never really had interest in her for love, as he was starting to push her out, and make her live in a separate apartment he’d hire for her. It was too late though. She no longer had any hold on the world, and had no interest in trying to get it back.He still visited her once in awhile, and demanded her to have sex with him. One night she denied him this, and in a blaze of rage he raped her. He saw her as his property, and she had to know that.
What he didn’t know, was that in some kind of train of thought, she decided not to take her birth control pills which she was meant to take after this happened. She decided to grow a baby of his, just in an attempt to get him back to her. Maybe even get him to really love her. She couldn’t have known that the effects would be opposite. A few days after she decided this, another client came by, but she refused him. She didn’t want anyone to touch her till no one could influence the fact she would have his baby. She wouldn’t even open the door. Soon enough he heard about the fact she no longer took clients, and bought crack herself with his money. He was furious, and went by her house. By this time, a month or two had passed since she had gotten pregnant, and her belly began to show. He forced his way inside, but when he saw her like this, something was there that scared him. Something about the baby gave him the feeling that it wouldn’t be a normal child. Somehow that made him nervous. He didn’t beat her, like he was planning to. Instead, he left. Without saying a word he left.
Months passed, and her belly had grown bigger and bigger each week that passed. He sometimes came by, only to take a look how it was going, if she was still alive, and if the baby still was, but said nothing. He didn’t even touch her. Somehow he was afraid to taint the baby. What he didn’t know was that this baby would already be tainted. Her neighbours, who also were whore’s but were just as kind as normal people, tried to help her when they heard where she lived and got pregnant. They were kind, and made sure she got everything she needed. There were some whom also had gotten in some kind of position like hers, so would do anything to give her what they didn’t get.
Once the baby was born, he stopped visiting overall. She sunk into a deep depression, and blamed her child, a little girl with big and bright orange eyes like the man she so dearly loved and longed for, to be the reason for his disappearance. Alice couldn’t bear watching her child seem so innocent, and happy, while she was in a deep pit. The child was a girl, yet was named Hayden, which was the second name of the man, whom had beautiful white hair. She didn’t have that white hair. she had the same, very waved and slightly curled onyx black hair as her mother. Unlike either of her parents, she had a very pale skin. She was very normal, a happy, smiling and laughing child. Even the people helping to care for her mother found her a very loveable child.
2 years passed while Alice desperately tried to gain the man’s attention. While trying to do so, alice grew more and more angry towards her. She didn’t know any better. She thought it was normal when a mother treated you like hers did. Alice one day snapped at her child, after she had bursted out crying while having dropped her plate accidentally, which her mother had told her not to do, and alice hit her. Hard. It left a red mark on the stunned childs face. She went to quietly sob in her room when send there, but somehow alice didn’t regret what she did to her own daughter. She even found this relieving. She started to beat up the child, and even press out cigarettes on her skin, to get out all her anger and hate. The child did go to school, but there no one knew about the beatings and burn marks her mother gave her, as her clothes always hid what made her cry.
She, as time passed, got used to the beatings her mother gave her, especially when her mother was stoned from the drugs. She didn’t know better. She didn’t know that a parent should be loving, and needed to be soft and kind and make sure that nothing bad happened to her. She needed to get the groceries every week, which her mother would order by phone. At first they were surprised to see such a small girl getting it, but over time they got worried. They asked her questions to know if there was anything they could do for her. Always she’d shake her head, and deny any help that was offered. After all, she knew she’d get beaten up if she said yes.
Friends of her mother sometimes came over, and also sometimes men that always were called ‘dear’ or ‘honey’. When they did, she was forced to go back to her room, and be quiet. She would hear her mother get fucked by the men, and sometimes, if the man requested it, she would even be forced to play along with their twisted minds. She knew no better, being 4 years old.
Though one day, her mothers friend came into her room, looking at her while she was wearing short sleeves and had cigarette marks on her lower arms she was surprised by the sudden women there, and afraid of beating, she started to cry, asking her not to tell her mom. Ofcourse she obliged while seeing the child like this.
Ofcourse a four year old with a beating like that was bad, so the friend decided to take action, knowing as one of the few who the child’’s true father was. After All, those pumpkin orange eyes were rare. She phoned the man multiple times, and after finally getting him to pick-up, she told him everything, trying to get him to understand the situation. After a while he obliged, and decided to take a look. He normally wouldn’t care, but somehow he was curious if the child would show signs of being an succubus, afterall, he was an incubus.
When he arrived, her mother was just throwing a tantrum, beating her around and going further then just cigarette buts this time. She was using lucifers. He was shocked, seeing the small girl scream in pain under the wrath of her angry mother. He now realized it, and pushed her mother away, softly holding onto her, asking if she was okay. She nodded, somehow not scared of this man. This was the one and only time she’d see him though, as he didn’t want her to lead this kind of life, and wanted her far away from them.
He lifted her, and left the mother there, stunned, screaming after him. Her mother wouldn’t see him again either, but with different reasons. He knew a friend who told him he was looking for a child to adopt. They were wealthy, and surely they would be able to teach her the feeling of love, which he couldn’t give, as he didn’t know it. He brought her to the orphanage where he knew they were going to take a look a day later. He gave her a kiss on her forehead while leaving her at the desk, and walked away. Somehow she knew she’d probably never see him again, unless absolutely necessary.
The person behind the desk was surprised by the fact the child didn’t really show emotion when the man left, as it was obvious he was her father. She turned to the woman as she lifted her up. She yawned softly and rested against the young female who brought her to a bed so she could rest. Her scars worried the girl, but she decided to leave that for what it was now and let the small 4-year-old rest.
A day later, as predicted by the man, the family came by. A woman, man, and two children. A boy and a girl. The male was around 7 and the girl was 3. They were allowed to tell a few things they wanted or didn’t mind having in a child. They included trauma with one of the things they didn’t mind. They wanted to help. They met a lot of children, but none of them really appealed. They were about to leave when the woman who was helping them remembered their ‘new arrival’. She stopped them and told them to wait for a moment, explaining what the situation was and that she was a little younger than they were looking for, but if they please would take a look. The messy girl appealed to them. To them she seemed perfect, but hearing her wounds and about any information they had on her, they decided to take her in.
Again years past. She had started to develop a taste for sadism, and as she was now old enough to explore her sexuality, she started to play around on places where she knew she wouldn’t meet anyone she knew. She then realized how much she loved it to dominate others. It was also there where she realized she wasn’t truly human. She was quiet about it though, after all, that wasn’t something you’d just tell your parents or something, so she just behaved like they expected her to. She never dressed in anything revealing her arms or her scars, and did not really try to wear anything eye catching. She did wear makeup, but just enough to look natural and make sure no one would notice unless they were really up close. She avoided going in the sun and got high grades. She didn’t have friends though. Her classmates realized there was something off about her when a certain accident occurred.
One day it was grim and dark skyed, and people somehow felt a strange tension. At gymnastics that tension appeared to have become worse. For the first time in years she actually took part. She didn’t put up her hair, and wore only a shorts, and for the first time she broke her own dressing code, putting on a far too big white shirt. At a certain point, the girls started to bully her, and the leader threw a ball in her face. In the white hot raged temper she got from her father, she attacked the leader, throwing her on the ground and harshly pulling on her hair, hissing words of disgust to her. The girl screamed in pain, but she didn’t quit till the teacher dragged her off. his was the first time she realized her succubus side. She enjoyed dominating the girl that way. It scared her, partly, but actually found it interesting instead.
+Thinks she isn’t worthy of her family, not being perfect like them.
+ Truely never has understood love since her birth.
+ It takes a lot of time before she trusts you.
+ She doesn’t show herself without “mask” very fast.
+ She hates getting touched.
+ Has a certain fear for women around the age of 30.