Post by Syrena on Jun 6, 2011 20:42:51 GMT -8
BEHIND THE QUOTES
NAME; Zombie
AGE; Eighteen
ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE; 6+ years
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IN THIS SKIN
FULL NAME; Unknown. It is possible she did have some name, but it was likely limited to sisterly endearments such as Darling, Dear, and Sweetheart.
ALIAS; Syrena
GENDER; Female
BIRTH DATE / AGE; Unknown; appears to be within her late teens or early twenties.
ALLIANCE; The Mermaids | Pirates
POSITION AND RANK;----
SHIP;
PERSONALITY
Mermaids are notorious for their viciousness, and animalistic nature. However, Syrena is not like the good majority of her sisters. It soon becomes clear that she of a rare breed among the merfolk. She quite gentle-natured, which is unusual for a mermaid, though perhaps not completely unheard of - simply, infinitely rare. She seems to have developed beyond the simple equation of seduction and hunting, and has made more of an identity for herself then her sisters. While not always actively partaking in the mermaid's call to sailors and the like, instead of simply dragging the men down to drown, it is preferred that her 'prey' is already on the road to death, or has already passed by an accident caused by the rousing of her sister's petite and violence. Although not at all mute, Syrena mostly prefers to stay quiet, or speak as little as possible; it's completely understandable, of course. Speaking to others can lead to attachment, which is dangerous for a mermaid. Pirates either look for Mermaids in the hopes of earning a kiss, or they are looking for blood. It is a defensive mechanism to remain quiet, to keep herself, and her sisters protected. Trust between a Mermaid and humans is not something that is really heard of.
Being one who lives in the sea, she hears and learns many things; whether it's by spying on sailors and pirates, or by personal experience, she is quite smart. Perhaps not in the traditional way of history and books, but Syrena knows of many places that man hopes to find and pillage -- one being the location to the Fountain of Youth. Naturally, she also knows how to speak, which definitely denotes intelligence. She knows of sorrow and joy, even if such emotions have had limited use within her life-time; and as an on-looker, she has seen and observed love, and war. In a way, she could almost be called the proper "Lady" of the sea. Syrena has saved a few sailors from drowning before, and would rarely ever take a life that is youthful and full of vigor without permission. Though she must kill to survive, there is no pleasure taken from killing human men - if possible, she would obtain from it all together, and thus, she does not show hostility toward those mortals that she does come by. For the most part, she is wary of them, knowing the cruelty of man (perhaps, reflected in the cruelty of her sisters!) and keeps a safe distance away. Yet, like most creatures, she is also incredibly curious, and filled with an unusual amount of optimism and hope for someone who is apart of a deadly race.
Though quite compassionate, she isn't one who takes kindly to being cornered in any sense of the word. If necessary, she will lash out - not with the intent to kill - but, out of fear, and a need to escape. Likewise, she isn't fond of fire, like all other mermaids, as it has a relationship to dryness, which means the death for a mermaid. To be frank, she does get have much desire to mingle with her fellow sisters; she is quite fascinated and captivated with the world above, and could spend hours gazing at the islands from the water, or, going through it herself for a few hours.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE;
Lovely; but what mermaid isn't? Syrena shares in the curse of being attractive, which normally means a sailor's doom. Pale, and gifted with long, reddish brown hair that holds natural waves, much like the sea she resides in. The length of her hair goes well past her lower back, through there are shorter layers, the majority of her hair is quite lengthy. Mostly loose, there are a few thick strands of hair that are plaited along her head, to keep most of her hair out of her eyes. It acts as a 'hairband' so-to-speak. While in the water, her eyes are a dark brown; however, in human form they are a rather brilliant shade of hazel. With high cheek-bones, thin eyebrows and long lashes, she possesses a bit of a baby-face, punctuated by how young and vulnerable she appears to look.
On land, a wholly human form is taken. In that form, she stands about five-foot-eight, and is quite petite. The features visible from before are the same, obviously; the only difference are her legs. Which she is rather wobbly on, since the time she spends walking among land is normally few and far in-between, due to her cautious nature. It's quite clear she was built more-so for speed rather then power, because of her lithe frame made with woven sinewy muscle hidden beneath the surface. As a mermaid, she has a beautiful coral-colored fish tail, with scales that decorate and wrap around some of her upper torso as well.
HEIGHT; Approximately 5'8 when in her human form; well over nine feet from head to fin in her mermaid form.
WEIGHT; One hundred and twenty pounds in human form; about one hundred in mermaid form
HAIR COLOR; Dark reddish brown when dry.
EYE COLOR; Hazel
ANY SPECIAL MARKINGS; She does not have any tattoos, or the like, but being a mermaid doesn't mean getting away unscathed every time. As a result of the violence her sisters use while hunting, she does have a few scars along her back. They all do, eventually heal, but because of the returned hostility by sailors and pirates alike, it isn't unusual for her to gain a few scars or cuts.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY, SAILOR
FAMILY; Syrena is unaware of any true 'family' consisting of a mother or father. It is not uncommon for Mermaids of abandon their young, leaving their fate up to themselves. Although she isn't close to may Mermaids, she does consider them her family, in a sense.
BACKGROUND;
Syrena was born, clearly, as most creatures are. Her younger life is mostly a blur, really; she does not remember being loved by a mother or a father, only her sisters, and those that they occasionally serve. The only way to survive and learn was to watch, and then practice what one saw. It quickly became clear that they, almost like a pack of ravenous wolves, hunted very fiercely. But, she also realized that she disliked the heartless, purely instinctual way that the other mermaids lived by -- she understood that there was a need to eat, and that there was a natural craving for man...but brutal killing was not something that appealed to her in the least. While hostility occurred with the other mermaids, during their hunts, she kept out of the way, looking for those too gravely injured to carry on, or whom have already passed.
What are you doing?
Tamara had questioned her ways numerous times; she didn't understand why Syrena had an issue with doing what all of her other sisters did so very easily.
You are beautiful -- you could have any man you wanted!
To eat, of course; but that was exactly what she didn't want. She may have always been naturally a gentle soul, but watching humans from afar, and being fascinated by them certainly didn't help any. Far too shy to go onto land frequently, there were only a handful of times wherein she walked among them. Not all of those experiences were pleasant, but nonetheless, they were...intriguing. Some men were as vicious as her sisters; and others were quite kind; and more still, were deceiving, with no hope of redemption.
Syrena came to realize that she did not want to be regarded simply as a deadly mermaid; she wanted an identity more then that, more then what the legends and myths passed onto the mortals offered her. Above all, however, she wanted to experience emotion; it was something that is naturally not very easy for a mermaid, and it is rare to come by even on the best of conditions...they were made to be tough, and to survive. Not love, or care with compassion and learn with sorrow. Even still, she dared to hope that it would be possible, some day.
AND BEYOND
PORTRAYED BY; Astrid Bergés-Frisbey
PICTURE; Click
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE;
The day had started out like any other.
"Hermione, darling, your tea is ready!"
Her mother had called her from the confines of her room and books; and she was grateful to partake in the soothing drink so many people in Britain adored. It was her final year of Hogwarts, after all; and then, she would be on her own, trying to make a life for herself in the chaotic and dark world around her. Who knew when she would get these opportunities so freely again? She'd been mid-sip of her second small cup when her dad came into the kitchen, a familiar letter in hand. Gingerly, she took it, and broke the red-wax seal, pulling out the letter that was fit snugly within it's confines. Most of what was written she expected; school supplies, important dates and the like. Only, there was something else she had not been expecting -- though she had dared to hope.
"Oh, congratulations, dear. You deserve it!"
As any mother did, she gushed proudly; and her dad was the statue of calm approval, a smile upon his mouth. He gave her a light pat on the head, which was an odd affectionate gesture from her demure father. Of course, logically, she saw no reason why she wouldn't have been picked; she certainly worked her ass off enough in class to be the best. Not to outshine her fellow classmates, but, rather, to feel worthy of something; Anything really, even if it was only knowledge. It had no prejudice, no hate. It was an escape from reality which was often cruel, unkind, but brutally revealing in ways she wasn't ready to fully grasp at times.
Before long, she'd been on the train to Scotland, and then, roaming the familiar halls of a school that became like a second home to her. While many students gathered, chattering away, she couldn't help but notice most girls fancied traveling packs, of sorts. Wherein there was usually just her, Luna, and perhaps another Ravenclaw or two. Certainly never anything as big, or ferocious as some of the cliques that she had seen and, unfortunately, interacted with over the years. Nevertheless, she had other things to worry about; her things to unpack, her new dorm to figure out and become familiar with -- along with whomever else was inside. The letter did not say who the Head Boy was, much to her chagrin. And yet, she was curious; but who wouldn't be?
Maneuvering well past the prefect bathrooms, she finally came across the Head dorms. The portrait in front of it implored her to speak the password, and she did, eyes immediately beginning to dart around the room as it was revealed to her. It did not look all that much different from the regular dorms -- a fire place, book case, couches, stairs and the like...but, also, green. It was only mildly startling as the color scheme of green and black was woven intricately throughout the room, giving it a oddly warm, but also cave-like appearance in the natural shadows. Not completely alarming, but surprising; the only alarming thing was that there was no mistaking a Slytherin would be her roommate. Hermione tried dreadfully to obtain from stereotyping, truly she did -- but when the majority of the house did nothing but ridicule and pester her, it was hard not to. At least, when it came to the snakes.
It could be worse, she tried to reason with herself, but to no avail. There was little she could do, however, except survive it. That's exactly what she's been doing all this time, and this would be no different. Hermione would be civil, but there was little in her mind that doubted she would, literally, blow up on the bloke if cornered or, well, her patience gave out. She was only human, after all. Much of the cool, collected calm she'd managed to keep up until now almost completely simmered away with the sight of unmistakable platinum blond hair. "Malfoy?" Hermione blurted, surprise evident in her tone. "You're Head Boy, then?" regardless of how he treated her, she knew he wasn't...dumb, but the degree of his intelligence escaped her.
Lovely.
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PIRATES OR NINJAS; Pirates, most definitely.
