Post by Siren Wilson on Oct 30, 2009 21:55:22 GMT -7
Siren
[/font] Vashtia[/font] Wilson[/SIZE][/i][/font]Don't want to let it lay me down this time.
Drown my will to fly.
Here in the darkness I know myself.
Can't break free until I let it go.
Let me go.
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You know the one thing you're fighting to hold[/font][/SIZE]
(your details)
so hello there the name's Siren Wilson and i have been rocking it on this earth for nineteen years.
i have been running with the vampires for two years you might also
know me as no one else.
and this is one of my master pieces:
Siren silently took the silver instrument from its case and brought its tip softly towards her lips. There were a few precursor blows that were merely for show. A futile method she'd developed some decades back as a way of connecting herself to those who still made rudimentary mistakes when playing.
Siren no longer made mistakes. She no longer showed or exhibited errors in technique or rhythm. Her sound was always flawless. Her tones would forever be whole and complete. Her melodies would never break or sound choppy to the ear.
Yet, it was in the perfection of her sound that her greatest imperfection lied. The vampire's heart and soul were not in the music as they once had been. At least, what was left of her heart and soul. Siren had long since given up hope of redemption or salvation of any sort from God.
How could a being of infinite good and light ever find love for a creature of evil and darkness? While the raven haired beauty had never succumbed to the vilest desires of her nature, she had been tempted enough to know that she was unfit for Heaven and undeserving of the peace that came with death.
The music was flowing soulfully through the room now as the flutist’s mind wandered over the subject of her damnation. It no longer frightened her. She had pondered and questioned and researched for decades. And now all that was left for her to do was accept. There were five stages of dealing with death. The schoolteacher had dealt with them all since her own untimely demise over a century ago.
First denial, then anger, then bargaining, and then depression, the last of which she’d been dealing with for about thirty five years. She knew all that was left was acceptance. But how could she accept what she had become when she hated herself and loathed her very nature with her entire being?
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Will be the one thing you've got to let go[/font][/SIZE]
(the character)[/center]
full name: Siren Vashtia Wilson
age: 150 years old
height: 5'6"
weight: 116lbs.
eye color: brown (but turn red when im hungry or turned on)
hair color: black
date of birth: November 5, 1859
hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
species: vampire
ability: shadow manipulation, flight
diet: vegetarian
blood status: Level D
playby: Alicia Keys
password [must read the rules]: *****edited by admin
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And when you feel the wall cannot be burned
[/font][/SIZE](the quirks)[/center]
likes & dislikes:
Likes: music, writing, flying, owls, history
Dislikes: wasting time, math, snakes, most witches, dawn
strengths & weaknesses:
Strengths: persuasive, quick-witted, determined personality, driven attitude, emphatic
Weaknesses: stakes, silver, the sun, beheading, fire
personality:
Siren is a unique character who has a good heart, a deep sense of duty and responsibility, and a great amount of patience for the shortcomings of others. Yet, she has almost no patience for her own shortcomings and imperfections.
The vampire is a vegetarian because she feels it is wrong to take the life force of another creature, even with its permission, but she will occasionally succumb to her own wild instincts and drink from a wild animal or accidentally kill it. Afterword she will feel horrible about the entire experience and be upset with herself for days, never taking into consideration the fact that it was a natural instinct driving her to act that way.
Despite this, Siren is a very independent spirit who was a hardworking, determined, and dedicated in life. All of which are traits she carried over into death. When she has a goal in mind, she will do everything she can to achieve it. She cares deeply for other people and for their well being and will often use her gift as a means to bring happiness into the lives of those around her. To have Siren as a friend is to be blessed because she will always put your needs and desires above her own, sometimes to her own detriment.
In her mind, doing for other is the least she can do to atone for the sin of still being alive. Even before becoming a vampire, Siren was always a very pious woman who attended church regularly. While she now feels like she would defile the sanctity of a church by walking onto its grounds, she will still hide in the tops of trees near them during night services to hear the messages.
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You're gonna die to try what can't be done
[/font][/SIZE](the history)[/center]
mother: Elsie Eliza Coles
father: Robert Norwood Robertson
siblings: Aimee Elizabeth Robertson, Robert Norwood Robertson II, Nora Elaine Robertson, and Adam Michael Coles
other family: none known
the history:
Siren was born as the illegitimate daughter of a runaway slave and her abusive slave master. Her brave mother escaped on the Underground Railroad during the peak of its success to the free state of Massachusetts. Once there she did the best she could to raise Siren even after she got pregnant again. The world Siren grew up in still consisted of men dueling for their honor, individuals denied of their God given rights because of a difference in skin color, and women were demoralized simply because they had been born of the 'weaker' sex.
Life was difficult for a woman, especially one of color. Her entire life, Siren felt blessed that her skin was a lighter shade than her mother's beautiful chestnut brown. It took over one hundred years before she could think back to her mother's smooth complexion and see it for how beautiful it truly was. That was the power of society's hatred for all things related to Africa. It grew so huge that it made people of color begin to hate themselves, Siren included, and it continues even into present day.
That's why it was so easy for Siren to adopt that same mindset when she became a vampire. Purebloods are rarer than the finest diamond and are surely more beautiful than them by spades. So, it wasn't her fault that she was instantly captivated by the strange man with the stranger accent who approached her one night after a class she was teaching was completed. Siren had worked nonstop from early childhood to make something of herself, and had none what few woman of Negro descent could in those times: become a schoolteacher. It was an achievement to be proud of, but Siren always felt as if she could be doing more.
That was when she met her sire. He came to her after a class, and while it was completely improper for young women to be alone with strange men something about his eyes assured her it would be alright. She would come to find out that it was his gift of mind control. It didn't take long for her to be completely enthralled with him and to cast away her old life for him alone. When he asked her to join him in eternity, she'd mistaken it for a marriage proposal. And one hundred thirty years and a name change later, she still regretted that decision and abhorred him for tricking her into it. She knew she would have never become the monster she is if she hadn't been under the influence of a beautiful demon.