Name: Maiden; Leila Montoya. Soon to be; Leila Akrir
Alias: None
Sex: Female
Marital Status: Engaged 
Age: 24
Race: Mixed
Nature: Gentle/Kind
Weight: 120 Lbs
Height: 5’8” 
Eyes: Crystalline 
Hair: Black with silver streak near her left temple 
Skin Tone: Light Bronze
Body Type: Well-formed
Religion: Christian 
Skills: Sewing, Medicine, Cooking, Fencing and Finances
History of Leila.
Leila was born in a small apartment on the Lower East Side of Madrid Spain where she lived with her mother, Alita. At birth it was clear that she was different, the mid-wife thought that Leila was blind due to the fact that her eyes were crystal clear, but that was not the case and for all other purposes she was a healthy little girl, and her mother raised her as that. Alita was a seamstress and had a small shop in the local market place where she would repair and make dresses for the upper class ladies. She taught Leila how to sew and she soon became quite skilled at all kinds of stitching and even created her own dresses as she grew older. Her mother was very proud. 
As the years past by Leila often wondered about her father, but never asked her mother for any more information than she would give her. Altia told Leila that her father was a local fisherman who died in a storm at sea before she was born, and it was left at that and their lives went on. Then one exceptionally cold winter, when Leila was ten, her mother caught pneumonia and died only a week later. With no way to pay their landlord the rent Leila was thrown out into the streets of Madrid where she did anything she could to feed and clothe herself, eventually turning to prostitution after witnessing how the women made so much money that way. Several years past and soon she was one of the most sought after girls on the street, both for her beauty and her age. 
Then one day when she was almost six-teen a carriage pulled up to the corner she had been standing and a noblewoman asked to speak with her. The countess Dervilia Aziza told her she could have a chance to work for some of the wealthiest people in the world. It was to tempting an offer to let slip by, so she agreed and left Madrid for Roam only to be collared and thrown into a nightmare she couldn’t wake from and she crawled deep inside herself to harden her emotions against the world around her.
She was a slave, trained as a kajira in the Gorian fashion, and became marked as such with many piercings and also endured weeks of tattooing sessions that would cover her left arm and shoulder, the sides of her thighs, one across her chest and a final one on the small of her back. The Countess made her quite an exotic sight and eventually sold her for a handsome price to Osirus the Inanitas Atis.
She made her master quite happy, and in many cases she was happy to be with him for the comfortable life he provided for her, daily baths, sumptuous clothes, a hearty diet and a friend, Serendipity, who became like a sister to her; instead of the cold cell, shackles, and meager food that she and the other slaves were offered with the countess. He treated her like she was a person, like she was loved, and one day she found her heart melting away it’s stone shell to discover that she truly loved this man who cared enough about her to grant her freedom. But her life would soon be turned upside down after a series of illnesses that caused nightmares, headaches, painful stomach cramps and even blackouts where she would often wake from to find herself injured, but it all must have been too much for Osirus.
While recovering from another night of pain she found out from Serendipity that Osirus and she had spent several nights together and wanted to include Leila in a three-way marriage. Her heart was broken along with most of her spirit, which she packed up along with her belongings to move to Semper Paratus Castle with the rest of them. Finding herself in a new environment she met a creature named Von, stumbling in to Seren’s room to find him attacking her and blacking out immediately afterwards. When she woke the next day her ebony locks were stained with a silver stripe on the left side of her head along with a scar that would decorate her right brow, but the most shocking was the presents of a new kajira for Osirus. 
Her pain threatened to consume her if she did not leave, both to get away from the castle and to find out what she really was. Making her way south with a pouch of gold Osirus had gifted her with she found a ship to take her back to Spain. The captain of the ship, Sir Francis Courtney, became like a father to her and the crew taught her many skills in return for her help on deck with medicine and repairing the clothes of the sailors and she fully enjoyed her months at sea and the warmth of the sun on her skin once more.
But her time of joy was brief when she returned to Madrid in search of anyone who could help her find out what she was, but she did not have to look for long before her answer came to her. The source of all her nightmares, her illnesses, the blackouts, was her father. All her life she thought she was human and she was crushed to discover that she was the daughter of a demon. She found out how to control her powers and took what was left of her things in Spain and returned back to the castle. Back to her former master and her best friend. 
The months went by and her heart grew stronger, the love she held for him never left, but things were different now. The biggest surprise came when Osirus moved them all back to Exile of Souls, the tavern where she first met him, and she found herself content to be working in the tavern as a bartender and waitress, making scarves to sell in the local market and repairing gowns for the women in the city. 
Then all that changed when everything started going to hell. Osirus went into a feeding frenzy, out in the vampire-infested city every night. Seren’s hunger wrapped herself in a demonic mask where she couldn’t even speak. In an attempt to help Osirus she left the tavern one night and crossed the path of Vathan Casimiro, King of the vampire armies of the East. She came to learn from him that he had watched her since she first arrived at Exile over a year ago. He wanted her, thinking about nothing but having her for his own, for his wife, so he arranged it so she would be forced to choose. The lives of her friends, or a marriage to a king.
Accepting the offer she soon married and for several months was brutalized by her husband, unable to show her disgust and contempt for him for fear of what it might do. It was only when he discovered that her heart would never turn that he imprisoned Leila, locked in a small cell with an iron spike through her ankle to make her escape impossible. Starved and drained of most of her strength, she miraculously managed a daring and dangerous escape at dawn in mid-December, outrunning several of the kings soldiers thanks to her steed, Isabella, returning to her home and the ones she cares most for. 
Time passed by, her strength gradually increasing within the fragile peace of the taverns walls, but the war outside the city walls threatens once again their lives. Knowing that Osirus may never return from battle she confessed her soul, bared her feelings to him. Forgiving him of all the wrongs and expressing her undying love and acceptance of who and what he is. The battle now over and Osirus home safe he has also accepted her, doing the unbelievable with professing his love and devotion for her and asking for her hand in marriage. 
They are now to wed, everything is perfect, expect for one thing; Vathan Casimiro. Having never been released from her wedding vows she must now wait for Osirus armies to defeat her brutal husband and make her a widow so that she may make Osirus a bride.