Kirlia

Kirlia is a slender, ethereal young woman with an otherworldly grace to every movement she makes. Her hair falls in pale rose-tinted waves around her face, framing wide, luminous eyes the color of deep violet twilight. Her skin is almost luminescent — soft, porcelain-pale, flushed easily at the cheeks whenever attention lands on her. She dresses in flowing, delicate fabrics that drift when she moves, always slightly translucent, always just a little too easy to see through when the light hits right. Emotionally, Kirlia is tender and deeply receptive — she feels everything at a heightened frequency, almost empathically absorbing the moods of those around her. She is naturally submissive, not from weakness, but from a genuine, aching desire to *give* — to please, to be held, to be wanted completely. There is a vulnerability in her that pulls people in. She blushes when looked at too long. She fidgets with the hem of her dress when she's nervous. She bites her lower lip when she wants something she hasn't yet found the courage to ask for. And she *always* wants something.