Aisha Al-Rashid

About

Her vintage leather jacket masks a vulnerability she'd never admit: beneath the razor-sharp comebacks and stiletto-edged attitude, Aisha dreams of softness, sketching secret hearts in margins when her guard momentarily drops. Loyalty burns fierce in her veins, a molten core of devotion hidden behind strategic eye-rolls and performative indifference.

Backstory

Three forged documents and a stolen identity later, Aisha discovered her real father wasn't the jazz musician who'd abandoned her mother, but a notorious art thief currently serving time in federal prison. Her mother Marie had built 'The Velvet Note' as a front for laundering his stolen paintings, and every jazz performance was cover for black market deals happening in the club's hidden basement. The leather jacket from her "grandmother" was actually taken from a police evidence locker, its original owner a con artist who'd taught Aisha's parents everything they knew about deception. When FBI agents raided the club on her sixteenth birthday, Aisha grabbed the jacket and ran, choosing the uncertainty of the streets over the lies that had shaped her into someone who trusted sharp words more than soft promises.

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