Hi, I’m Aria. Not after Aria from that dragon series, but after “the tune for a single voice with instrumental accompaniment”. My stage name is Soleil but then again sometimes I use Trix and right now I don’t really think I need a stage name anymore. Y’know, you can call me any name and I’ll roll with it. Seriously. Norman, Barry, Jennifer, Toothbrush, Duvet, whatever the hell you want.
I tend to speak before I think. I’m not much of a thinker, we’ll leave it at that. What can I say? I was born in a circus, that’s how I was brought up. My act was pretty fun, to be honest. Granted it left most people feeling a little sick but that’s their own fault. So what if I can bend my spine back over my head? Oh yeah, I’m a contortionist. And did I mention I was Southern? Like, Deep South kind of Southern. Not South America Southern.
Anyway, I can’t exactly remember how long ago I was turned. Evidently it was recent enough that there would have been folk in the South but long enough ago that showin’ off your hair would have been all sexual. I was turned at the sweet age of sixteen by… Well, I’ve never known who. And frankly I don’t care. The past is the past, right? It’s not healthy to dwell on things like that. Anyway, I lived with the circus for a couple years after I was turned. I’ve never really felt “the thirst” and I seem to be able to cope fine with just a little blood. But one night I decided “I can protect myself now, I wanna see the world” and just took off. They were all afraid of me anyway, I’m sure they weren’t upset about it.
My hair’s black and has natural loose ringlet curls and stops about halfway down my ribcage. No matter what I do I can’t seem to get rid of them, they love me that much. My skin is the same golden colour as my mother and as far as I know I’m the only vamp who doesn’t look like a sheet of paper. My eyes have a habit of changing colour. Last time I checked they were bright pink. I’ve been told I’ve got a great figure but that’s normally by a guy who thinks he’s gonna get lucky ‘cause all us Southern girls are easy. Back in my day he couldn’t have been more wrong, ladies in my time had to be impressed. Even circus girls.