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Syrena Astrid

"I suggest that you keep your distance..."

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a character in “Cirque de'Mystyre”, as played by KrazyTigger

Description

Mermaid & Singer


♦♦♦ what you should know

Name: Syrena Astrid
Age: 18 // More years than she dares to count in reality.
Race: "Ha...you humans would call me a mermaid, but I think a more appropriate name is...Siren.
Gender: Female
Description:

In human form Syrena is average height, around 5'5" and slender of build, weighing little more than 113lbs. Her skin is pale, her cheeks flushed a gentle pink, with a delicate heart-shaped face and soft bow lips, that are a lighter pink in colour. It is her almond-shaped eyes that are her most defining feature in this form, as they are the colour of the ocean, a deep bluey green that seems to sparkle like emeralds and are framed with the thickest of eyelashes. A wave of golden hair cascades down her slim shoulders, ending in the middle of her back. During her time as a human she is usually adorned in flowing dresses of fine materials, her feet completely bare. Shoes never grace her feet, as she simply cannot comprehend their meaning.

However, the moment her skin touches salt water she morphs into her mermaid form. In this state she cannot be described as anything other than beautiful. A dark, eerie beauty. Although her facial features remain largely the same, something alters them to seem sharper and more stunning than before. Her hair forms a shining halo around her head and it literally appears to shine. And though her eyes retain their wonder, it is her tail, which is the same colour as her eyes, that is her most defining feature. The same length as her legs (trust me, she's measured), her tail is covered in diamond shaped scales that glimmer and reflect any light, as does her pale body. In this form she wears little more than a bikini top, covered in sequins to keep the illusion of sparkle.

That is Syrena before she begins to sing. That is Syrena when her human mind and her mermaid mind are still battling for control. Her mermaid conscious will always win when she is in salt water, it has the upper hand. And without question it will sing. And when that happens, her features twist into a menacing monster, still alluring, but dangerous. It is a sight to see, the beautiful features of this young woman/mermaid switching to something that can only be described as that of a predator and completely terrifying. That is, of course, if you are still conscious or in the right state of mind to understand what you are seeing. Oh, and if you aren't already dead that is. At full alluring capability she has been known to capture her victims and well...you can guess the rest.

In human form Syrena avoids contact with anyone. It would not do to become close to anyone only for her to be tempted to destroy and potentially eat them in her mermaid form. Although not particularly quiet (because she is quite sure of herself) she keeps herself to herself whenever she can. She gives off an air of innocence and naivety, though most know that this is not the case at all. Right now, she is close to no-one, but holds her indifference to this. Even in this form she is quick to anger and become a dangerous entity, with her fury only provoking the singing. In short, as a human she is suppressed by her mermaid form and the darkest that comes with it. However, in her mermaid form she is even more distant, unless she wants something. Then she whacks on the beautiful charm, bats her eyelids and speaks softly. This is usually when you can say goodbye to your life. Otherwise, she remains aloof and snaps at anyone who attempts to speak with her, especially the Cirque crew and performers as she knows that her tricks would never work on them.

♦♦♦ this is how it is

Quite simply Syrena's job in the circus is a singer. However, deep down it is much more than that. All of her performances are conducted within her tank, within which she swims to attract the audience's attention, tossing her hair and giving a perfect smile. And then, perching upon a rock, she opens her mouth and sings. It is a sound like no other. But, it comes with its downfall, well not as far as Syrena is concerned, as it entrances and entices people towards her. Now the audience is in a complete stupor, men and women alike staring open-mouthed at her. And that's when the fun begins. She has the audience performing tricks to the sound of voice, doing things that their fear would have prevented them doing, much to the amusement of their friends and families, who are no longer the subject to her voice as she focused her attention. At the end of her performance, human Syrena normally has to step in to prevent mermaid Syrena killing her victim.

All for me!
βœ“ The water...especially salt water. Even human Syrena feels herself drawn to it and she cannot remain without it for very long.
βœ“ The Ringmaster. He saved her and for that she will forever be in his debt. But not only that, she loves him, as though he is family to her.
βœ“ The sunrise. It sounds odd, but it reminds her of the ocean, her true home. Often she would watch as the sun rose over the horizon, reflecting on the shimmering water below it.
βœ“ Singing. It is her passion, though as human she will avoid it as much as she possibly can, for fear of what it could do.


What?! No!
βœ— The rest of the Cirque. Well, as a mermaid she despises them. In that mind she is far more beautiful and talented. As a human, avoidance is the key.
βœ— Fire. No mermaid likes fire and what it brings. It terrifies her beyond belief, making her a shivering wreck.
βœ— Herself. If that were at all possible. Human Syrena cannot stand the being she is in the water, but it is little more than her nature. There is nothing she can do to prevent it.
βœ— Children. They have no place the performances. They should only be reserved for adults, not pestering little children.

♦♦♦ looks can be deceiving

During the seventeenth century a discovery like no other was made on the South coast of a little Island known as the British Isles at the time. To many it would have seemed like nothing, but to the fisherman who had been tugging his boat onto the beach it was a miracle. But miracle or not, he approach with caution to the form that had washed up just meters from his old boat. A naked young woman lay among the seaweed, a halo of shimmering golden hair surrounding her. Seemingly unconscious, the man inched closer, extending the toe of his boat to push at her legs. When she didn't move, he knelt in the sand beside her, pushing a handful of hair from her face to take a better look. A gasp left his lips.

"Well I 'ever did see anythin' so 'eautiful. And troublin' also. Best get 'er to chapel, see what can be done." Tugging his fish nets from the boat, he proceeded to roll the young woman onto them and carried her into the centre of a local village. But he never made it to that chapel. Instead, he bumped into his neighbor who marveled over his catch.
"Should sell 'er ye should...Caught 'er afer all did't ye?" He proposed, arching an eyebrow as he glanced over at the market place. Reluctantly the old man agreed to his neighbor's plan, hoping that once he opened his mouth no-one would come forwards.
"Listen 'ere all of ye! Got a right good'un 'ere for ye. 'Eautiful youn' fish woman." The words resounded loudly around the marketplace, into silence. No-one could quite believe what he had just said. But nodding his head, the old man continued. "'Aw it meself I did...These legs just....'ppeared from a tail. I'm tellin' ye the truth."

Disbelief echoed now, many shaking their heads and turning away in disgust. The things people would do to get a sale these days.
"20 Shillings for her." Looking up in surprise, the old man's eyes settled on a hood figure towards the back of the retreating crowd. Even without seeing his face, he knew it was the mysterious gentleman who owned most of the property in the area. Shaking his head, he was about to refuse when the offer was upped. "40 Shilling. Final offer my kind sir." Slowly, considering his options, the old man nodded his head and accepted the money, handing over the girl to the man.

And that was how Syrena Astrid came to England, without any memory of her life in the sea. The man cleaned her up himself, though it was improper for a gentleman to do so, then dressed her in the finest silks and waited by her beside for her to regain consciousness. When she did, all hell broke lose and she gravely injured the man who had brought her and then taken care of her. However, he recovered and when he did he offered her a job in his home as well as giving her the name she still holds. She entertained him and often she thought about singing her way out of the mansion, but never did she have the heart to leave him. He had been far too kind to her and her human mind was developing more and more and her mermaid mind was more under control. When he grew older, without wife or child, she became his Mistress, though he never seemed overly interested in her beautiful form. And then, suddenly he passed away. Without an heir, the estates were sold on, Syrena with them. The other staff had noticed the lack of aging and whispers ensued.

Men came for her, locked her in a dark place without water for days. Then when she had given up all hope, she was brought before an audience and forced to perform with her talents. Again she was sold, this time to the highest bidder. And so Syrena passed secretly from private collection to private collection, her hatred building of this world. Abuse was rife from her owners if she didn't perform to their standards and as they treated her worse, her mermaid mindset began to overtake the human one. She became darker and more closed off, even in the human form. She believed she would die in such a state. Until the Ringmaster came. He brought her from one such auction and offered a life of relative freedom, so long as she sung. How could she refuse?

♦♦♦ here's a secret
Human Syrena wants to desperately remain in a human mindset and to be normal as well as to have relationships and friendships like other people.

So begins...

Syrena Astrid's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Leonard O'Connor Character Portrait: Jasper Fletcher, The Magician Character Portrait: Syrena Astrid Character Portrait: Cedric James Donovan
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Leonard


"Up you go Seina." The voice was a gentle one, as it coaxed the white tigeress up into her holding cage. After giving him an intense dark look, she released the smallest of growls, which said a thousand words to the animal tamer. He allowed a small smile to tug at his lips as he shook his head softly. "I know, you'd much rather roam. But you know Cedric's rules Seina. So c'mon." Baring her fierce white teeth slightly, she growled again, but with a profound grace and ease, she leapt onto the rough wooden floor and padded around in a circle, so she was facing the entrance again. It was strewn with straw and bleach white bones, many of which had large teeth marks in. There were also many items for amusement littered about the place, such as knotted rope and a tire. The cage had been made fairly large, at his insistence, and easily accommodated a huge tiger. He'd even seen fit to install a large kiddie pool at the back, so Seina could have a paddle if she so wished. As it was, she'd only regarded it with the utmost contempt and refused to go near it.

With a grunt, Leonard pulled himself up after her, whilst her piercing yellow eyes watched his progress. A flicker of amusement crossed them and a noise reverberated in the back of her throat which almost passed for a laugh. Leo shot her a glare, before he wandered around the cage, checking that everything was in order for her night's stay. Making his way back to Seina, who was now sitting and licking at her paw, he frowned. That night they hadn't performed. After she had trodden on a discarded can in the field, she had been declared too injured to do the act. They had however roamed the audience as usual, allowing children to pat and stroke her, have their picture taken with her in the intervals between acts, as well as hold the venomous snake Leo had wrapped around his neck the whole night. Jerald the King Cobra was completely harmless, as Leo had rendered him in a trance-like state. However, the audience were never to know that.

"Seina, let me see that wound. I might have to bandage it." She looked up at his words, as though challenging him to make an attempt. Weighing up his options, he cast a glance over his shoulder. The rest were packing up for the night and Cedric was yet to appear and order them all to bed. He had time to wrestle with her. Crouching, he stared her down for a few seconds before lunging. The tiger pounced upwards on her hind legs and grabbed him in her front paws as he came towards her. Together they fell to the ground, rolling across the floor like two fighting infants, rather than behaving like a grown man and tiger.

β€œLeave the things. You all have done well. Go to your wagons and rest, we will be leaving for our next destination with the rise of the sun.”

Cedric's voice cut across their tumbling game. Leo released the fur on Seina's scruff that he had been holding and straightened up, so that he was standing again. She did the same, but settled him with another daring look. Her jaw was open slightly, as her chest heaved and she panted. Similarly Leo was out of breath, as he regarded her silently.

"We'll play again tomorrow. I promise." Reaching over, he rubbed the space between her ears and a deep, rumbling purr escaped her mouth. With a smile, Leo exited the cage, bolting the door as he left and pocketing the key in his trousers. Giving her one last pat through the bars, he set off towards bed. He would be glad for the rest, as they had all been up since the crack of dawn. He had been tending to his animals all day, attempting to train a particularly stubborn horse to do dressage steps without stopping. And then Seina had been injured and he had that to worry about. Out of all of his animals it was her that he cared the most for. She could bring a smile to his face when no-one else could. At least they hadn't performed that night, or else he would have been exhausted. Seina watched his progress across the field towards his wagon before settling down in the far corner on a bed of straw and blankets.

Leo nodded to a few of the other performers as he made his way. If anything he was polite to the fellow acts. With one exception. Syrena. He saw her now, wandering in the shadows as she attempted not to draw attention to herself. Every attempt at politeness had fallen on deaf ears with that one. No-one could get close to the mermaid-girl. There were a few who still made an effort with her, but largely they just kept out of her way. The only person she responded to was Cedric, even Leo had noticed that. But he had saved her from a life that she no longer spoke of, not to anyone. At first Leo believed they were similar. Both had faced tragic events in their past, but she had shot down every attempt he had made to get close to her. With a sigh, he gave the girl one last look before retreating into his wagon. The moment his head touched the pillow, he drifted off into a deep sleep.


Syrena


The bright spotlights had been shining upon her tank for well over an hour now, causing the water to sparkle and glimmer. However the allotted time for the singing performance had long since past. The tank appeared to be empty, even though it wasn't. Syrena Astrid was shrouded within its darkened depths, out of sight and mostly out of mind, though a few members of the audience (especially the young males) cast longing looks towards it. After her outstanding performance, she had given only one bow, fixing her eyes upon a particularly handsome man in the third row and flashed the audience her beautiful smile. Then she had ducked from view and seemingly exited her tank. However, it was not the case. The tank took too much effort to be removed from the show circle and her leaving the tank by the only exit (the open top) ruined the illusion of her being a mermaid. So Cedric had insisted that she linger there, keeping out of view of the audience. And so she had to endure the rest of the performances. As a human she would have marveled at the brilliance of Jasper's act, although she would have never told him. However, as a mermaid she believed herself to be better than everyone else, especially this cheap conjurer of tricks.

Silently she watched as Jasper's performance came to an end and the show with it. Gathering a section of her wavy blonde hair she began to plait to, allowing a tutting noise to escape her mouth, except all that was expelled was a stream of bubbles.The audience had been entirely enthralled by his performance, by his "magic". Syrena on the other hand had witnessed the tricks for centuries and had grown bored of them. As a mermaid at least. Her human brain still wondered about the magic and how he used it.

It could take another half an hour for the audience to dispel as many of them hung around to pet the animals or talk with the acts. She noticed Leo and Seina were among the audience, even though they had not performed and felt a deep contempt rise in her chest. The man had tried to push his company on her many moons ago and she had not appreciated it. Now he did little more than acknowledge her presence. Syrena could not blame him. She had positively awful to the young man when he had first joined the Circus. She did feel a little regret for her actions, or in human form she did, but she had to accept that her mermaid nature was brutal. As the humans slowly began to leave, chattering and leaving endless amounts of rubbish, she saw fit to reveal herself. Effortlessly she swam to the top of the tank and pulled herself out. A member of the crew rushed towards her and lifted her down onto the floor behind the tank, his fingers gripping the seamless join between her mermaid tail and human waist. She cut the contact with him the moment she was sat on the dusty floor and he had handed her a towel. Disappointment practically seeped from his pores as he retreated to help someone else, his eyes flickering back to her. Men got like that around her, especially after seeing her perform.

Rubbing down her tail, she removed every drop of water that she could from her body. Slowly her scales began to disappear, changing to the colour of her torso. Her tail split into two legs. Snatching up her clothing which had been discarded in a small pile, she pulled the smooth silk dress on over her head. It took her a few moments to stand, as always, but once she was standing, she strode across the arena with every intention of packing up, ignoring everyone and then heading to bed. Except a hand grabbed her wrist, causing her to turn abruptly and stare down her assailant. It was the handsome man from earlier, staring at her now human legs.

"I knew it! I told them you must be human as well." His pale blue eyes found hers and twinkled with excitement. Before she could stop herself, Syrena smiled her delicate, innocent smile, stepping closer towards him.
"Well you were right," She whispered in a husky tone, moving her hand so it was gripping his. "Now aren't you clever...I love intelligent men such as yourself. You always taste so much better." Now her tone was seductive, as her eyes roamed his body hungrily. The man looked surprised, but relatively pleased as she pressed her body closer to his. In human form she didn't have access to all of her mermaid powers, but her ability to seduce was next to none, especially when she was still in her mermaid state of mind. Pressing her lips to his ear, she felt the shudder course through his body.

"I think you should-" She started to say.
"NO!" Syrena began to revert back to her human mind, which spoke up suddenly in her thoughts. "I won't harm this man. I won't do it. Leave him alone." Freezing where she stood, her face took on a look of agony as she battled with herself. "But he looks so tasty. Imagine what he would...No. I'm not that person. I am not like that when I'm out of the water. I'm human. I'm human.....You will never be human....But I can pretend. I'm not going to kill him. I won't do it!"

"Go...I think you should go." Jerking away from the man, she refused to look up and meet his eye. Her tone turned cold and dangerous, as she glared furiously at the floor. "Get out of here before I get someone to kick you out." She heard him scurry across the arena, kicking up dust as he went, no doubt frightened by her sudden change in demeanor. Sighing, she cursed her mental weakness for not stepping in sooner than she had. Syrena knew she was dangerous when she had just left the water. She should have been prepared for someone to approach her, though it had not happened for many weeks. Her human mind had been too slow this time, next time she might end up actually harming someone.

Cedric's voice floated suddenly towards her and she lifted her head. She should tell him what had just happened. No, it could wait till morning. She wouldn't bother him with it now. Keeping to the shadows, she slipped towards her wagon intending not to be seen. However, she felt eyes upon her, so ducking her head she hurried across the patch of grass and up into her wagon. But she already knew that sleep would not come easily for her tonight.