Aranha Egbert

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Personal Information

• Name: Aranha Egbert
  
• Gender: Female
  
• Age: 19
  
  • Date of Birth: November 4, 1994
    
  • Place of Birth: Texas City, Texas
    
  
  
• Ethnicity: Indian American/Mixed White
  
• Height: 5' 10"
  
• Weight: 116 LBS
  
• Eye Color: Green/grey
  
• Hair Color: Black
  

Physical Appearance

• Long, wavy black hair.
• Mostly legs, long and lanky with little muscle tone. 
• Mostly soft curves, with a B cup sized chest and round hips. 
• Tanned, pristine skin.
• Lush lashes and personally shaped eyebrows. 
• Tiny, old scars on her arms and legs.

Personality

Aranha's personality really depends on the person she's with. She will always be kind and gentle to her brother, but to anyone messing with him she'll act worse than cornered prey, lashing out with both words and fists if needed. In the modeling scene she's normally cold and calculative, keeping to herself and her group while sizing up the other women. In any social situation where she interacts closely with a person she learns very quickly the perfect balance of needy and independent they'll like, playing on any charms they prefer while pushing down the others. If she wants them to love her, she can make it happen. Diamonds? Gold? Sex? Money? If there's something she desires from a person she can and will most likely get it. It's rare that someone can resist her touch or her words, and if she's given the chance to do both she can manipulate anyone to bend to her will.

She likes older people in general, and would rather spend her time with people twice her age than be with more young adults. She can watch a person from afar and see things they like in a woman, and use it to get what she wants from them. She can be easily turned off when a person is difficult, should the person be good at watching people and catches what she's trying to do. If she's allowed, she'll make sure the person lucky enough to have her attention knows exactly what she wants.

History

Aranha grew up with her parents and twin brother in Texas City, Texas, in a well to do neighborhood. Her early life was mostly filled with playing with her brother and the other kids, and defending him from the other kids. From a very early stage in her life she developed a fierce mother bear complex for him, getting into physical conflicts with other children should they ever try to pick on him. This escalated as the years passed, making her a well known troublemaker with both children and authorities. With every friend lost because of her will to keep her brother safe, she gained another layer for her shell against the world.

Later in life, starting in middle school, her insecurity over her looks and her feelings of inferiority were noticed by her parents. They decided that putting her into classes for outgoing kids would make it better, and when she started middle school she was enrolled in acting classes. These did little for her confidence, but they did assist her in ridding herself of her southern drawl. Aranha went with it all, continuing the acting classes and, when her mother brought it up as she was entering high school, started working with a small modeling agency.

High school was rough on her brother, and through him it was rough on her. Between the acting and the modeling, she had no time for friends. The rest of her time was used up on her fight to protect her brother and keeping up her grades. Her ways of defending him became more subtle, more devious, and occasionally more violent in the end. With her methodical study of mystic things she could easily strike fear in the ignorant, putting an air of vicious mystery around herself that kept anyone stupid enough to believe her at bay. This, however, also made it even harder for her to make friends and caused further blows to her self esteem.

To combat the lowering? By her senior year in high school she was attending nearly every weekend party. No expense was too much for the outfits, the jewelry, the under things worn to them, and the more boys she could lure into rooms throughout, whether at once or one by one, was her gauge on how far she'd come along in her ability to seduce, and through that how attractive she was. She also used it to protect her twin, making boys agree to leave him alone for a few chances at bedding her.

She graduated with the reputation of a crazy voodoo slut, leaving books and desks behind for gigs on the catwalk. When she turned eighteen she earned a contract with a bigger company, traveling the country and then the world as a model for both clothing and lingerie. The occasional visit home to see her brother is all she does with her family, choosing the road over her parents on a regular basis. She has a small apartment in Houston that she stays in whenever she isn't on the road or visiting, but she's still a very quiet, closed in person.

Example Post

The voices of the masses could barely get into your mind as you strut down the catwalk. Throughout the night you've ended up in steadily skimpier clothing, starting in coats and dresses and now, as your heels clicked across the back lit Plexiglas, you were in some thousand dollar lingerie. You hit the end and do your turn, hands running down curves, eyes looking across the crowd with a smoky glare. Your last swish as you start your way up has your eyes spotting a man at a booth not far away from your platform, eyes riveted on yours. He catches your glance, winks, and gestures to a second glass by his champagne bucket. The rest of the way up the catwalk has you smiling. You've got prey for the evening.

A few more outfits later and you're free of your performance duties, a slinky, backless black dress and bright red heels covering enough of your long body to leave a little to the imagination. They didn't need to know if you had panties on, they all knew you weren't wearing a bra. Who would with a dress like this? The murmurs of men and women alike fuel you as you walk through the crowd, hands occasionally stopping a brave one before they have a chance to even try, slapping drunks off when they go to cop a feel. You already have your destination to arrive at and collect from.

And arrive you do. With a soft tinkle of laughter you scoot into the booth across from your guy, smoldering across as his face lights up and his hands reach for the bottle, your own fingers lacing under your chin as you watch him open the expensive drink.

"I was hoping you had actually caught the look and I wasn't just being hopeful," his voice is soft, husky, and you have to lean forward a little to hear him over the crowd and the music. He spots it, smiles, and goes back to pouring the drinks, "you were the prettiest girl up there. They had you in some shit stuff and I was wondering what you wore when you had the control over it," his eyes trail down what he can see of you, "and I'm glad I'm not disappointed."

His words are met by a soft smile as he passes your drink to you, your slender fingers taking it and holding it under your lips for a moment as you adjust yourself so he has a better view, "I caught you in my third to last walk. I saw your offer and couldn't resist," the purr in your voice is so obvious, you're already dripping with honey and arsenic, "not many are surprised when they see me in my regular dress. Why would they be when I’m modeling for a decent company?” You finally take a sip of the champagne and make a small appreciative whine. He’s sparing no expense and you have a feeling you’re going to enjoy the rest of the evening if he wants what you think.

He answers your thoughts simply and effectively, “I hope you’re free tonight. I was really praying I wouldn’t have to spend my last night in this area alone, and I’d really like to spend it with you,” he’s just the type you like. Thinks he’s dashing, imitating the secret agent look. Money and thoughts of power, dressed up with nowhere to go, “will you consider my offer?”

“I’m considering it a little,” your nails tap against the table as you sit back against the booth, stretching legs out to rub against his. The way his eyes widen a little brings the grin of victory across your pouty lips, “but you’re so cute, I couldn’t resist.”

His smile makes him look like a little puppy dog, putty in your hands. You shimmy out of the booth and settle next to him, running a hand down his thigh and leaning in close to his ear, nibbling the lobe before whispering your inquiry. What did he have planned? What would interest you to agree to spend the night with him and not another man? His grin turns into a smirk, and his hands start to wander across your scantily clad body as he tells you in a whisper, the occasional nip to your neck making you giggle as you pour him more and more champagne, another bottle soon delivered and dispatched. The longer it goes the better you are at convincing him of agreeing with your requests, the only downfall being his caresses becoming grabs. It’s still nothing you can’t handle, and you effortlessly get him out of the booth and into a car, your very effective ways of getting him excited steaming up the back of the thing as you arrive at his hotel, the ‘battle for dominance’ continuing all the way to his room where you let him have that sense of victory of overpowering you, giving him what he wants so you can get what you want in the morning.

The morning comes, and with it you go off once again. This time you’re sporting a new coat and a few lovely pieces of jewelry. He couldn’t resist taking you shopping once you’d pay your dues, and with all the jealous attention you both earned you left him wanting more and being slowly stalked by other women, getting into a cab and blowing kisses at him as you rolled up your window, movie star style.

Another night, another sucker.

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