About Arella...

No one remembers her past. Apparently she has got quite an exciting life... A lost childhood, a rebellious teenage, some wild adventures, various unique jobs, possess a kind of passion and talent for arts and literature... And now a nobody with quite a successful career.

Career? What?

Nobody knows.

She is so sociable that she will be invited to various parties almost one in every two days. Sometimes even two to three parties on one night! There, is where she will meet all sorts of near-ridiculous kind of people and stories... How she wishes to safe keep these stories in crystal bottles and jars so she could bring them out as and when she likes and entertains herself on any boring day in the seasons...  

Her dressing is always... for a better word - weird. Not that it’s not presentable... Rest assured that she will definitely dress up for any invitation but just not the way you have expected her to be... Folds of materials hanging on her slander body make you wonder what's up her sleeves. You will be curious of what else is underneath those folds when your eyes are locked on her shinny tanned shoulder, occasionally slipped out of the materials like a part of a wild organism piercing through to catch a breath of air. And when she catches your eyes and smiles, you just know that you have starred too long.

Her hair is constantly in various styles and colours... Jet-black, shocking pink, crimson red, golden white, marine blue, apple green and fantasy purple, you name it. From sexy curls to smart cuts, all complimenting her facial features in an ever-exciting way.

Many go to her to talk and chat, asking for advises to deal with their own life. She listens and gives them her answers. But she knows that they may not be able to understand, even she herself can't make out what she has said sometimes. 'Funny...' she said, and she will laugh.

A distinctive laughter. One will always recognize and she will be easily spotted in a crowd. She is happy. Only a totally clear and free soul can produce such laughter, though it may not be considered sweet or soothing to the ear for some. You would probably think that a fallen angel who has lost its wings is mingling in the crowd...

Tarot is one of her favorites. She collects various designs of Tarot Cards and learns them with great interest. Friends always try to persuade her to give them a reading and she is glad to oblige. She calls upon the angels for assistance and others will be astonished by the entertainment.

Boyfriends? She has got more than a dozen. Men to her are strange animals that sometimes she can't care less to be bothered by their insensitivity and crudeness. Of course, there are always exceptional 'species' that can sweep you off planet Earth and one is willing to endure the fury passion even when they burn you on the stick. But that is rare. To her, desires comes before love... In that sense, she thinks like a man. And most men can't bear the thought of having a relationship with someone who thinks like themselves! That will mean that you probably can't have a lot of 'secrets' as it will be quite pointless to even tell a lie when you know it's not going to work!


There is a pub she constantly patronizes - The Red Moon. Located at the back alley of a busy street, the pub is normally not full but occupied by almost the same souls every other nights like vampires emerging after night fall, preparing themselves for their hunt through the night. She is not one of them. However, almost all the creatures like her for who she is... She will be welcomed by the boss, the bartender and the guests.

She sometimes cries when she is drunk... Well, very drunk. An uncontrollable wail that will chase any nearby entities away and the World will come to a halt. Pretty scary. Nothing can stop her... It will end with a hot shower into comfortable nighties when she will send her soul to meet the Prince of Dreams in the infinite darkness...

The next day, she is a new person again. She will not recall what has happened last night... She is a child of God.