Shyiam

She is Shyiam [pronounced "Shy-I-Am'] 

She likes to sit on a table somewhere safe and sound, where she can see you, be close and around. 

Having turned to the spirit world shortly after dark, she sat there in the park, all sad and alone.  Daughter of darkness, she reached deep into her soul, to conjure up some courage, not always in control.  She would draw strength from her own nature, beauty wasn't always, she was sometimes a beast.  Her skin so pale if her looks could kill, she wasn't so frail, to her it was just a thrill.  Her dress was to dye for, the color of shadow, it covered her from head to her toe!