Whenever a baby cries, Shley is there. Whenever someone drops their ice cream cone, Shley is there. Whenever someone spits on a car from a bridge or takes cuts on line or sells overpriced sunglasses, Shley is there. She's a drunken, swearing, gambling, promiscuous, murderous Foo-Sama with a heart of reinforced concrete. Her Ma Closet is full of gigalos who serve her and Kee. She belts out problems in a daze to her bartender. And does she deserve an empire, servants, wealth? Oh, most certainly yes. Shley is a mesh of everything Christians call evil, plus a little of myself. Well, it's more like 20/80. However, with much power comes much inconvenience. Some people, specifically Kew, Annah, and Laino, try to mess with her head and cause her many psychological problems that reduce her to a quivery blob at times. Luckily, people like Kee and Brady make her right as rain and ready to expell some hate, so her paranoia only lasts for a few hours. Basically, she's just like me--only I don't have stubble in the morning.