Post by syrena on Sept 11, 2011 17:06:17 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] syrena athena daye |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is syrena athena daye, but you can call me syrena. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm nineteen years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a girl. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a witch, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Syrena is really a rather friendly witch. She can be a bit vindictive if someone does something to hurt her or her friends, but other than that she comes across as a really sweet, honest, caring person. She keeps her rude opinions to herself mostly, but underneath her sweetness she's actually rather spunky. Stereotypes bother her, and she doesn't believe them due to the fact that she's usually placed in one herself. Just because she's a witch doesn't mean she's going to hex everyone in the room for her own personal amusement. Actually, she prefers to only use her spells when necessary... or to heal. Healing is a hobby of hers, and she enjoys testing out her healing spells on injured humans.Even though she hates stereotypes, she tends to tag people into their own stereotypes just out of habit. She tries her best not to judge other people by their species or first impressions. Sometimes she just can't help it. Most of the time she's a pacifist, though she does believe in self defense when it's necessary. She's extremely loyal to her friends and will never ever do anything to betray them. To her, telling lies is horrible, and she only lies when she absolutely has to. She does, however, keep her being a witch a secret from most people. It's idiotic to her to run around showing everyone what you can do. Humans, she believes (despite the fact that it's basically stereotyping) are afraid of what they don't understand; when they're afraid, they attack. Therefore, no one but her parents know about her abilities.
history
[/size][/right]Syrena was born and raised in the mountains of Virginia with her parents and older brother. Her mother was an artist and her father was a photographer, so they introduced her to art very young. Because of that, she loves and is pretty good at photography, sketching and painting. Her brother, however, had no artistic talent that they could find and grew very jealous of her. Not only that, but when she was around six years old, her powers showed up. Her father was kill in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver, and once she found out, she got so upset that she accidentally and silently casted a spell that made the whole house start shaking. Her brother was furious, and now he didn't get any attention at all because her mother was trying to teach her how to use her abilities. Her mom had secretly been a witch herself, only spell casting at night when no one else was around. Even her husband hadn't known. Even though her mother wanted her to use her spells avidly, Syrena was never a big fan of casting spells of innocent passersby just for practice or amusement. So she let her mom go out and hex random people on the street by herself. So Syrena hid away her powers even from herself until they reappeared toward the end of her junior year of school. There had been a boy she really liked, but he'd cheated on her. She's hexed him, and that had gotten her kicked out of the school. But only her ex-boyfriend understood what it was she'd done to him. The rest of the students and teachers passing by though she'd pushing him down the stairs. Really it had been a spell that had broken a lot of his bones and knocked him down. Her mother, instead of being angry for getting expelled, was proud.
Syrena however was furious at herself and she went her brother for help. He was at college in New Jersey, and she came to stay with him a while to get away from her spell obsessed mother. Her brother was still jealous of her after all this time, but he did love her and let her stay with him in his apartment. Since then she's gone to the library many times and searched up many different types of spells, and she practices the nonviolent ones at the apartment on her brother. He pretends to be proud of her and her powers, although he wants them himself. So she practices her healing spells on him at night and she got a job during the day. She became a photographer, since that was her favorite hobby.
She liked it there so much she never left, and when she was eighteen, her brother was also in a car accident, however he didn't die. Actually, even though both the cars were completely tangled up and no one else survived, her brother walked away flawless. No one understood how, but once he got home he told her that he'd thought about one of the spells that she'd tested on him, and all of his wounds healed before the ambulance even showed up. Since now he had nothing to be jealous about, since they both were both witches, her brother decided he didn't want Syrena to leave unless she wanted to. She didn't, obviously, since she had no where else to go except back to their magically-abusive mother. So, he became her legal guardian, and she's been there ever since.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
Wicked walked out onto the balcony that reached out from the back of her room. The moon was the only light in the sky and it broke through the pitch blackness that crept up to the balcony's ledge. But Wicked wasn't afraid of the mysterious shadows that seemed to slowly grow nearer. She was used to the dark. By now she had learned of the ghosts that lived there, and found the shadows more comforting than spine chilling. Leaning on the balcony's edge, looking out over the silhouetted yard, she found a visitor.
Although the empathic connection she had with ghosts caused her great pain during fights, she'd grown to care for these souls. The connection allowed her to see them clearer than everyone else. It allowed her to hear them as well. They spoke to her often, telling her about their lives from many years ago before they had died. When she learned so much about these spirits, Wicked found that she'd grown to care for them. One of those spirits approached her now this very night.
The spirit of the woman flew up to the balcony beside the dark eyed mutant and stared at her for a long time. A stare from a soul was like none other. A spirit could see through a body and through a person, and see their own soul. Having those deep, transparent eyes gaze into your own would usually cause either shock, strange visions, or sometimes even pain. Not for Wicked. This ghost she had known for many years, and had loved for many years. By now, though, there was nothing left to say to one another. Both Wicked and the ghost stood against the balcony's rail, staring off into the night for hours. And this was how Wicked spent each night, alone on the balcony with nothing except for the silent comfort of her mother's spirit.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] SYRENA | ABOUT 6 YEARS | GINTA LAPINA |
application created by demi, inspired by you could do better from caution.
