Name: Ember
Age: 245
Appearance: Ember's name is derived from her shocking red hair, which flows in soft waves all the way down to the start of her tail, framing her small, ivory face. She has a thin, but curvaceous frame- with a small, tapered waist rounding out both above and below into a perfect hour-glass. The fair skin of her human-half blends into aqua-marine scales just below her waist that match her intense, jewel-tone eyes. Small for her kind, she barely reaches five and half feet from the tip of her head to the razors on her fins, her marine half taking up most of that length. Her small size has made it difficult for her to capture prey in the past, and this is reflected in the scars she bares across her shoulders- generally hidden from view by the fall of her hair.
Personality: For as long as she can remember, Ember has felt slightly different than the Sirens she lived with. She was always getting chastised for acting out, running unnecessary risks, and just generally being a firecracker. Although she loves to be around others of her kind and is incredibly social- also an oddity for a Siren- she always felt as if she didn't fit in and slightly unwanted. On occasion she has been known to spend an inordinate amount of time out of water working as a sailor or enchanting the entire crew of a ship. This dare-devil behavior has gotten her into more than a few jams, but hasn't stopped her from continuing on a course that many have advised her will eventually end only in her death.
History: Born to a colony of Sirens located near the Bearing Straight, Ember spent many of her first years trying the boundaries set by the elder members of colony- believing she could do no wrong for she was one of the few eggs that managed to hatch in that harsh environment. However, particularly harsh year she managed to foul-up the colony's first chance for food in nearly two months; the results were so catastrophic that she was immediately expelled from the group regardless of her position in its future.
Since then, Ember has been wandering through the oceans on her own- occasionally joining up with another group or small clan of her kind. However, she constantly found herself either unable to acclimate or purposefully forced to leave. The longest she has stayed with another other Siren was no more than ten years, and that was with a group of aging matrons located in the cold oceans surrounding the land known as Maine. Eventually she found herself inhabiting the area stretching between the lands of France and the UK, enticing sailors on her own.