Post by siane on Jul 25, 2011 11:27:56 GMT
SIANE ARIEL SMITH !?
'Going to depths where the sun's never shone,and I fascinate myself when I'm all alone.'
'Going to depths where the sun's never shone,and I fascinate myself when I'm all alone.'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"So I suppose you'd like me to introduce myself? Alright, but know that it's a concession on my part, I don't like people getting to know me.I'm not one to make mistakes twice. My name is Siane. That's Sigh-an-eh,not See-an-nee or Sigh-an. Try to get it right. I don't exactly have a middle or a last name and I'm not going to go into details, suffice to say that when I find it necessary I go by Siane Ariel Smith. Surely I'm not the only one who finds that ironic?. In case you still haven't guessed, I'm a mermaid. A siren, some call me. Oh, don't worry, I'm not out to drown every human I come across...but more on that later. I'm 22, but I can look older or younger depending on whether I'm in my mermaid form or my human form. I don't like men. Absolutely vile creatures in my opinion, although I will admit that some of them are beautiful. I'm not into women. Been there, didn't like it, walked away.."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"I won't deny I'm beautiful. Why should I? It's part of being a mermaid. That's one of the perks I suppose, It's also a curse in some ways. Men covet beautiful things and they get greedy and rough and tend to see you as property rather than a person. Long dark hair, curves in all the right places, tall-ish for a girl, big blue green eyes, the kind of bone structure most humans can't achieve, even with plastic surgery.... hah. Well, I don't entirely blame them. Still, sometimes I wish i could be more...average. I tend not to call attention to myself unless I have to. Unobtrusive,that's me. My own consider me something of an abnormality, and of course, if the humans knew what I was...well that would the end of me wouldn't it? So I walk in the middle, in the shadows. I'm happier there anyway. No risks. I should like to point out that this doesn't mean I don't care about my appearance. I do. It's in the blood, as I've mentioned. I'm not as vain as some, but then neither am I the most beautiful fish in the ocean, if you'll excuse the pun. So yes, I still spend a fair amount of time in front of the mirror.My style? It changes. I suppose the best way to describe it classic with a few quirks."
I'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"Haven't I said enough about my personality? Well....I suppose most people do like talking about themselves a lot. Certainly men do. On and on about how brave they are, how strong, how they did this, when they said that.....it bores me, quite frankly, and I loathe being bored. Top of my list of dislikes, the others being men, ships, fishing and extreme heat. I suppose there are a few other trivial ones...I don;t like piercings for instance...or eating fish, which is sort of a given..and men...wait, I already said that. Stupidity would be another....hmmm. Right, okay things that I like? Water. ANY kind of water, rain, rivers, lakes the sea, showers.....of course I have to pretend I have a fear of it when I'm around the humans.Which actually brings me to another thing I hate...liars. scum, in my opinion. No matter I'm sort of one of them. I've never claimed I don't have double standards. Other likes.....well...music, sort of also a given. Especially flute. I love the harp, violin and piano as well. And singing. I love tea....best thing about moving around the humans..tea. white is my favorite, although I like earl grey as well. books, I suppose, and the night....I have a love of building sandcastles as well....I don't' know why....and jewelry, I LOVE jewelry...designing it as well as wearing it. I'm quite creative, that's one of the things I like most about myself actually. Besides being very musical, I would have to say that the ability to think things through and to hide emotion and keep self control are my best traits. I hate losing control. My worst traits? I tend to avoid confrontation....which some call being a pushover...I call it not causing trouble. I'm vain, I'll admit. And stubborn and I get jealous and paranoid. Yeah, actually the paranoia is kind of a problem. In my defense...after what happened to me....it's hardly surprising. That's actually my biggest fear, betrayal. I don't think I could survive another episode like that. My other biggest fear would have to be ....men. I admit it. Men and nets and tanks...the stuff of nightmares for me. I hate being so afraid to trust and to love...and my biggest wish is that I could get over it. But I don't believe in love. At least that's what I tell people. The secret is of course that I do. sort of, I'm just scared of it. I've loved once....and i swore I'd never be that foolish again. Keeping that promise feels a bit like cheating myself sometimes. I'm an observer by nature. A little bit arrogant maybe...truth be told the arrogance is more of a mask than anything else. I've got my insecurities. I'm fairly tolerant, although I'm not quick to forgive a true grievance. I watch, learn and stay out of trouble. My family thinks I'm strange and more than a little foolish, and they pity me in a way. I hate that most of all. I don't need their pity. I'm well aware of my faults. Do I really need to say more about how I get along with them? No, didn't think so. Friends? What friends? I have maybe two people who just about fall into that category, the rest are mere acquaintances. Its safer that way, especially with this war that's going on. I don't much care what happens really. The others can risk their necks if they want. I'm neutral, squarely in the middle as always. I'm certainly not about to HELP the race that gave me the only scar that marks my skin. "
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"My past? Dear Poseidon, this gets worse and worse. I hate talking about my past. I want to forget it. Forget I was ever that stupid and naive.It's not pretty. In fact it's hideous and painful to talk about and almost unbelievable..even to me. If I really have to I suppose I'll start with my family. Both my parents are merpeople. All my family is, except my cousin who's half. We don't talk about him very much. My sister Neve is probably the one I'm closest to. She's older than me, and my exact opposite. She doesn't understand me but sort of loves me anyway, which I do appreciate. We still have our fights, but she's the best. I don't talk to my mother anymore except when absolutely necessary. It's just not worth the bother. I'm a horrible disappointment to her, and she to me. My father's alright I suppose. He tries. Its often not much use but he tries. My early life was fairly normal, I was always the studious, quiet one, and got more so as i grew older. Music and books were my escape and I grew distant. My parents tried everything they could think of to get me to be more 'normal' Held parties, introduced me to people, brought me piles of useless presents in the hope that it would spark something, threw money at me....and when nothing worked they gave up. Neve was the one who eventually got them to lay off. Said maybe that was just who I was. Most sensible thing she's ever said.
When I was 19 something happened. I was on a beach late at night and saw light off in the distance, getting brighter. Curious,for that was another of my biggest failings as a teenager, I swam out towards it and saw it was a small fishing boat that had caught fire. There were only two of them in the boat. Beautiful men, brothers. One of them saw me and panicked, jumping off the side. I couldn't save both and went with closest. I pulled him back to shore and got the water out of his lungs. When he was awake I offered to find him a doctor. He refused and asked if he might stay the night as he was far from his own port and wanted to search for his brother's body in the morning. I agreed and he ended up staying for weeks. He was stunning, with his flashing dark blue eyes and honey colored hair. He said he loved me and by that point I was so far gone I believed him. He said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He was a banker it turned out...He said he wanted to take me back to city. To marry me. He couldn't understand my parent's reluctance, for while we were hardly poor, we weren't as wealthy as he was. He promised me everything I wanted..If only I would trust him. So I gave in. I told him my secret and at first he laughed in my face. Then I showed him, while we were on the beach one night....I will never forget the expression of horror on his face. He screamed and pushed me against a rock, giving me the long scar i now have on my side. Then he ran. I stayed on that beach for hours and hours until my father came to find me and demanded to know what had happened. He and mother were so angry...told me it was my own fault. They forbid me from ever seeing him again. I was perfectly prepared to try and forget him...but then he came back...all apologies and tears and flowers...he begged me to come back with him. ..said he loved me despite everything..that he'd nearly died of guilt. I was a fool and in love so I went. It was different though...he was condescending...cold at times. Even unkind. He wanted to show me off..asked if my family were the same. Then I happened to come across a letter on his desk from a well known amusement park owner regarding the purchase of his 'pet' for their new show entitled 'Shipwreck' You can guess who his 'pet' was can't you? I confronted him and he got angry, violent. As a keen fisherman he had a big pool for keeping his trophies...apparently I was now one of them and he pushed me in, and tied me to a rail, telling me I wasn't even a person, that I was to blame for his brother's death....Somehow I managed to escape. But I was changed forever. I had though that monsters like him existed only in outdated Victorian novels. Obviously, I was wrong. Well...there you are....I said it wouldn't be pretty. "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"Hi, my names SerenaI love writing, just experimenting with different genres. This is the first non-Harry Potter RPG site I've joined and Siane is a departure from my usual characters as she has much of a 'story' and I'm hoping she'll be a lot of fun to write. I love drama...and I'm looking forward to seeing where her story goes. I'm on Pacific time mostly and i look forward to RPG'ing with everyone!."
Chris breathed the evening air in gratefully as she strolled toward the black lake, her fingers ripping the sheet or paper she held in her hands into tiny pieces as she walked. She rarely bothered to read her mother's bi-monthly letters anymore, because they always said much the same thing. That this person had shown an interest in a union between his son and Chris and that Chris really should be more grateful, should start behaving more like a lady and should take more of an interest in her future. The brunette's normally blank expression turned into a slight scowl as she reached the lake and tossed the pieces in. Normally, her mother's incessant prattling only vaguely annoyed her, she knew full well that her father was holding out for a union with the son of quite possibly the only family in continental Europe whom Edouard felt outranked his own, Pierre D'Lyons. She did not know what had made her open this letter, but this time her mother sounded serious. This time she was scared that she truly would be married off before she was eighteen. A startlingly bright smile replaced the scowl on her face as the giant squid surfaced, and, attempting to put the letter from her mind Chris addressed it. "Good Evening. Nice to see you again, It's been a while." The creature waved a tentacle vaguely, whether at her or not she could never be certain. She liked to think so, The giant squid had been a trusted secret keeper since second year, when Chris had learned that there were few people she could put her confidence in. Sighing slightly she lifted her face towards the sky and enjoyed the sense of freedom. Well, Semi-freedom. With the restrictions of school during term time and her father's iron control during the holidays, freedom was something that Chris valued above all else, and something she might lose completely if she couldn't head her mother off this crazy idea about a union with the Rosiers. She flinched slightly,just thinking about the last time she had seen the Rosier heir. It had been at the Claremont's new year's ball and he had been completely drunk,, despite being 15, a year younger than herself at the time. A more disgusting, cruel example of a human being, Chris had (thankfully) yet to encounter. Marriage to him would be misery. It would be more than misery, it would a death-sentence, a living hell. How on earth would she get out of it? Run away and become a hermit somewhere in the black forest? Beg her cousin for shelter. She scoffed at that.While Clarisse might be perfectly pleasant to her now, the minute she asked her to help violate a direct order from her father, Chris knew she'd be turned in. Get rid of her parents? But how? She could always join the light side she supposed....she'd been considering the idea for a while now. A twig snapped behind her and she turned to see who had interrupted her thoughts.
I love writing, just experimenting with different genres. This is the first non-Harry Potter RPG site I've joined and Siane is a departure from my usual characters as she has much of a 'story' and I'm hoping she'll be a lot of fun to write. I love drama...and I'm looking forward to seeing where her story goes. I'm on Pacific time mostly and i look forward to RPG'ing with everyone!."
