- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Online availability depends entirely on what is going on in life. I have a kindergartener, a baby on the way, and I'm the spouse to an officer, meaning without me, the house becomes a fallout warzone. On top of all of that, I write for work as well as for fun...so work tends to come first.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and Sci-Fi are my two major favorites. However, I tend to be quite the picky player. I prefer an RP with a great deal of development...the world, the lore, everything. And for those GMs looking for help with lore, I love to world build!
A bay stretches out in the far south, the legends of it keeping any sane fisherman from entering the dark waters. "Siren's Lagoon," they call it. A breeding ground for mermaids and evil creatures alike. Music is often heard from beneath the waters...dragging men down to their deaths, lost at sea forever.
The waves begin to crash against the sand, harder and harder, as a woman swims towards the shore, flashing silver and blue before disappearing back into the waves. Closer and closer, she makes it to the shore, her voice beginning to sing as she finally pulls herself on land, smiling as the air instantly being to dry her body off.
Syrina's hands are small and delicate with long fingers, small fins stretching down her forearms in the same deep blue shade as her long tail. Her face is round and petite, gentle in every way, dark brown hair stretching around it in chaos, as if to frame it like seaweed would a fish. Her breasts are small and petite, barely showing her womanhood beneath the strange, scale-like top the covers them. Her stomach is small, stretching into a strange tentacle skirt that dances around like an octopus. From beneath those tentacles stretches a fish tail, long and strong, shimmering in uncountable amounts of blue and silver. The end is an elegant tip a bright blue that's almost translucent.
It only takes moments for her to dry, though, and she is suddenly resting on her knees in a simple silver gown, appearing fully human but for those strange blue eyes flecked with gold and silver. Now, her voice is heard dancing through the air as she stands, as if she has stood before, and walks towards the clearing.
"The Moon is your guide,
The Stars, they have kissed Her,
As she goes gently by,
Light as a baby's sigh,
Safe on a fairytale stream...
And start a new dream."
Her words are strangely alluring as she smiles and dances into the clearing, dark curls stretching to her knees and flying about her body playfully as her hands brush across the flowers. She continues to hum the tune she presented with the words, her voice echoing on the wind like that of a siren. Perhaps she is the danger the fishermen spoke of? Or is she just here to sing?
The waves begin to crash against the sand, harder and harder, as a woman swims towards the shore, flashing silver and blue before disappearing back into the waves. Closer and closer, she makes it to the shore, her voice beginning to sing as she finally pulls herself on land, smiling as the air instantly being to dry her body off.
Syrina's hands are small and delicate with long fingers, small fins stretching down her forearms in the same deep blue shade as her long tail. Her face is round and petite, gentle in every way, dark brown hair stretching around it in chaos, as if to frame it like seaweed would a fish. Her breasts are small and petite, barely showing her womanhood beneath the strange, scale-like top the covers them. Her stomach is small, stretching into a strange tentacle skirt that dances around like an octopus. From beneath those tentacles stretches a fish tail, long and strong, shimmering in uncountable amounts of blue and silver. The end is an elegant tip a bright blue that's almost translucent.
It only takes moments for her to dry, though, and she is suddenly resting on her knees in a simple silver gown, appearing fully human but for those strange blue eyes flecked with gold and silver. Now, her voice is heard dancing through the air as she stands, as if she has stood before, and walks towards the clearing.
"The Moon is your guide,
The Stars, they have kissed Her,
As she goes gently by,
Light as a baby's sigh,
Safe on a fairytale stream...
And start a new dream."
Her words are strangely alluring as she smiles and dances into the clearing, dark curls stretching to her knees and flying about her body playfully as her hands brush across the flowers. She continues to hum the tune she presented with the words, her voice echoing on the wind like that of a siren. Perhaps she is the danger the fishermen spoke of? Or is she just here to sing?