Syrena Elune Archeron
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When she sang, the world tilted. The wind died, the moon leaned closer, and the sea itself seemed to hold its breath. Her song was a memory of a place he had never been but longed for with every fiber of his being – a place where time did not touch him, where his heart beat in rhythm with the tide, where the weight of his life on land dissolved into salt and foam. And when it ended, the absence was worse than drowning.
– Unknown
Nimble fingers· A storm incarnate· Flowing hair· Revolution in their kiss· Holding grudges· Soaking in the moonlight· Seashells kept in pockets· Mood as ever-changing as the sea· Graceful movements· Falling asleep to the sound of waves crashing· Sad eyes· Freckles like constellations on their skin· Deadly fits of rage· Disheveled braids· Loving and hating fiercely· A velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams
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DETAILS
Appealing attributes ❧ She is physically designed to appease the beholder: Everything from the subtle curves of her slim figure and delicate bone structure to the stubborn gleam in her dark eyes and the wealth of golden hair that tumbles down her back. Her haunting beauty is her finest attribute and her deadliest weapon. It poisons the hearts of men.
Physical defences ❧ Her Siren form is equal parts shield and weapon, the unique cellular regeneration processes allowing her to age beyond what is considered natural and avoid sickness and physical decay in the process. Furthermore she is equipped with sharp claws and teeth, although what really makes her dangerous is her enchanted song.
Phobias ❧ Syrena fears nothing more than being severed from the sea. The thought of walls, chains, or the cruel absence of her birth-crystal is enough to set her pulse racing. To her, there is no more suffocating death than to drown in air.
First impression ❧ Her presence is magnetic, her gaze lingering with an assessing sharpness that makes one wonder what, exactly, she sees. She speaks with an easy charm, but beneath it lies an unmistakable current of danger.
Voice ❧ Her voice is a low, melodic current, smooth as the lap of waves against a shore at twilight, and when she sings… it is liquid silver poured into the soul – beautiful beyond reason, irresistible, and threaded with a subtle warning that beauty this potent is never without its cost.
Quirks ❧ Syrena's hands are rarely still. She runs her fingertips along the edges of objects as if memorizing them by touch alone, a habit born of her love for collecting small treasures. When deep in thought or listening intently, she tilts her head slightly to the side, reminiscent of a seabird poised to take flight.
Hobbies ❧ She delights in scouring the world for trinkets and curiosities – glass beads worn smooth by the waves, fragments of maps, coins from distant ports. The gossip of dockside taverns fascinates her; she weaves half-truths into elaborate tales to amuse herself on restless nights. She swims beneath the moon whenever she dares, seeking out hidden coves where no one can watch her move with her true grace.
Languages ❧ Her native tongue is Sirenic, a language of layered tones and melodic inflections that can be as soft as a lullaby or as commanding as the deep itself. She speaks the Common Tongue with ease, her accent carrying the faint lilt of ocean song.
Talents ❧ Syrena possesses a singing voice of such beauty that it can bend will as easily as the wind bends the sea's surface. Her instincts for reading the truth – or the lie – in a person's words are sharp enough to rival any merchant's.
Scent ❧ She carries with her the briny freshness of the open sea, layered with the delicate perfume of moonlit jasmine. When she has lingered near a fire, a whisper of warm amber clings to her, like the fleeting memory of a harbour at dusk.
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FAVOURITE...
"... She could only wait for someone, something, to free her from the invisible chains that bound her."
– Lisa Kleypas
|COLOUR| ⋄ The ever changing crystalline blues and greens of her beloved sea is usually what draws her eye.
|HIDING SPOT| ⋄ She finds solitude on the cliffs at the northmost point of Terrasen, from where she can watch the moon and sing to the crashing waves.
|DISH|⋄ Sirens sustain themselves rather effectively and are hardly ever required to eat. In human form, however, she has grown quite fond of X.
|ANIMAL| ⋄ Clever, playful, and always keeping something precious clutched to their chests.
|BOOK| ⋄ An old, water-stained sailor's journal, its pages filled with hand-sketched maps and love letters to the sea.
|SEASON| ⋄ Late summer, when the ocean is warm, the nights are long, and the moon seems to linger just for her.
|FLOWER| ⋄ White moonflowers, which only unfurl under the night sky.
|SCENT| ⋄ Her favourite scent is that of rain meeting saltwater, when the air is heavy and alive before a storm.
|COUNTRY| ⋄ X.
|FRUIT| ⋄ Blood oranges, for their vibrant colour and bittersweet taste.
|DRINK| ⋄ Fresh coconut water drunk straight from the shell beneath a hot sun.
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"Renowned for her beauty, [she] wields desire like a weapon against her unsuspecting victims"
– Olivie Blake
|TIME OF DAY| ⋄ Moonrise, when the world is bathed in silver light and the sea becomes a mirror.
|SOUND| ⋄ The deep, resonant song of a whale echoing through the water.
|ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE| ⋄ Spiced rum with a touch of honey, warm enough to burn and sweet enough to linger.
|INSTRUMENT| ⋄ A silver-stringed lyre, its frame inlaid with mother-of-pearl, whose sound reminds her of waves breaking softly over sand.
|GEMSTONE| ⋄ Moonstone, with its shifting silver-blue light.
|KEEPSAKE| ⋄ A small, weathered compass she salvaged from a shipwreck; it no longer points north, but she claims it leads her to what she truly seeks.
|ELEMENT| ⋄ Water, in all its moods – calm, wild, merciless, and life-giving.
|EYE COLOUR| ⋄ X.
|SWEET TREAT| ⋄ Sea-salt honeycomb toffee, with its golden crunch and lingering taste of the ocean.
|LANGUAGE| ⋄ X.
|TEXTURE| ⋄ Polished sea glass, smooth and cool against her fingertips.
|WEATHER CONDITION| ⋄ A warm, heavy storm that lashes the sea in silver sheets.
|MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE| ⋄ Leviathans: Ancient, colossal sea serpents said to sleep in the deepest trenches, whose awakening can change the course of tides and empires.
|CONSTELLATION| ⋄ Selene's Veil: A cluster of pale stars said to be the moon goddess's bridal veil, cast across the heavens the night she wed the sea.
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"Your enchantments last long after your song fades."
– Tricia Levenseller
