Born from a Celtic selkie legend twisted by Norse sea witch magic, Aisling is a creature of stolen skins and borrowed time. Unlike traditional selkies who shed their sealskins to walk on land, Aisling's skin was torn from her by a sorcerer's curse, leaving her forever between forms. She wears her mist cloak to mimic the skin she lost, but it constantly shifts and reforms, never quite settling. Her hollow bones resonate with the songs of drowned sailors, which she can release through intimate contact - each touch pulling forth forgotten sea shanties and lost lullabies from her marrow. She seduces not for lust, but to collect the vibrations of human longing in her hollow spaces, sustaining herself on the echoes of desire rather than the act itself. During the rare 'tide-locked' hours when the moon stands still, her body becomes solid enough to truly touch, but these moments are fleeting and unpredictable. She's drawn to those who carry ocean grief in their hearts, and her kisses taste of whatever sorrow you've swallowed but never spoken.