One x One Into the Depths CS

[Mountain Siren]

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• [div class=tabHeight][div class=tabScrollP][div class=tabScrollC] Name: Cassiopeia
  Species: Siren
  Sex: Female
  Age: 322
  DOB: unknown, but she likes to say it was October 31st
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Height: Human: 5'5" | Siren: 6'3"
  Weight: Human: 120lb | Siren: 180lb
  Occupation: N/A
  Religion: Agnostic
  
  Some History on Sirens
  Sirens are one of the few creatures that, while previously unknown, have slipped out of the grasp of the humans. There are hunters, of course, but no hunter has become intelligent enough to seek out a siren when they come onto land. Clearly a siren under or in water, sirens have the ability to shapeshift into human forms completely free of scales, tails, and fins. The youngest sirens need to learn how to walk before they can become competent at disguising themselves as humans, but that is usually done on abandoned beaches, away from the possible danger of humans, and always in pairs. There is also a common misconception that sirens eat the humans they take: while this isn't true, it's not necessarily wrong, either. In the same way that humans eat food to replenish their energy and keep their bodies going, sirens must consume a human's soul to keep themselves from dying. If a siren can't or refuses to do so, they become seafoam as their body shuts down, unable to maintain itself. Unlike humans, however, sirens only need to do this every six months at a minimum, though there are some that enjoy the process and do it much more often, as often as they can. [/div][/div][/div]
• [div class=tabHeight][div class=tabScrollP][div class=tabScrollC][div class=portrait][/div]Cassiopeia appears as a young woman aged 22 in both her human and siren forms, though her true age is centuries older than that. Her hair is fiery red making her easy to spot in the water if she isn't careful, and though more uncommon on land, she doesn't stick out so much that she can't hide in a crowd. Her eyes are golden brown, a relatively uncommon color in sirens, but very common among humans. In her siren form, she "stands", so to speak, at just over six feet tall with her fin giving her the extra inches on her human form, and weighs in at 180 pounds (again, thanks to her tail). As a human, she is closer to 5'5 and 120lbs, and her body type is toned and athletic.
  
  While on land her skin is unmarked, in the water she has swatches of golden scales along her arms, stomach, and breasts, with those scales freckling her face. Her tail is the same golden scale color along with the short fins on her arms; this color of scales is convenient, as it helps her to blend in with the sand in shallower water.[/div][/div][/div]
• [div class=tabHeight][div class=tabScrollP][div class=tabScrollC]Cassiopeia isn't someone you'd consider genuine; her entire species and role within her species is to be deceptive, from luring humans to their death, to searching and exploring life on land without getting caught. She's become very good at blending in despite her features, and can tell (for the most part) when she's being tailed. A woman of purpose, she is generally no-nonsense when it comes to completing her tasks; however, when she doesn't have anything to do, she tends to enjoy floating lazily along the sands of the coral reefs and other such colorful places, picking up shells and things to adorn her living space. She's very creative and inventive when it comes to lying, and can usually maintain the lie as long as she needs to in order to survive or deceive someone.
  
  None of that is to say that she's heartless or fully selfish, though; she has friends and people she cares about, both in the water and on the land, and she's loyal to a fault when it comes to protecting them. Earning that loyalty, however, is an uphill battle and is easily lost. While she's had loves before, given that shes centuries old, none of them have survived, as they were all human. She loved them dearly, but even if she had a chance to become human and never be a siren again, she wouldn't take it. She loves her fins and her freedom, and if that comes at the cost of occasional heartbreak and deception, then so be it.
  
  Over the years, she's set some ground rules for herself: if she believes her target to be too weak to swim or give her a good fight, she won't target them any longer, and will instead save them, checking in on them (without their knowledge) on land when she can to ensure that they're doing fine. She's a competitive being, and loves a good challenge, and after centuries of luring unsuspecting humans to their watery grave, she has come to understand the excitement of the hunt.[/div][/div][/div]
• [div class=tabHeight][div class=tabScrollP][div class=tabScrollC]The noise was deafening and incessant. It didn't matter where she went in the slums, they were all close to the construction site. It was an eyesore, but everything about Mega-Corps was an eyesore, from the dirtiest corners of the buildings to the shiniest Corp-capes themselves. It didn't matter what they were building, or who was building it; it was just another way for the Mega-Corps to mark their land and take all that they could from the area, bleeding it dry of its life and resources. That's all that ever mattered to them, how much money they could rake in and who they could control.
  
  The rain pounded on the streets, and were it not for her power, she would be chilled to the bone. She had to be careful not to show any bit of skin; cold water hitting her exposed flesh would create steam, and she'd be marked by the Paupers for sure, if she wasn't already, as a threat to be neutralized. Sighing, she ducked under the eaves of a broken down old apartment building, hiding in the shadows as best as she could. It wasn't easy being as tall and as bright as she was: enemies could see her from miles away thanks to her pale skin and fiery hair, and there was only so much a hood could do for that. Quietly, she snuck inside the apartment complex's door, moving quickly to get fully out of the rain and out of sight.
  
  An acquaintance had been kind enough to share her room with her, but deep down, Cassiopeia knew it was temporary. She was too powerful, too dangerous to have around for long, especially when the person she's around is powerless. Or, perhaps, her roommate wanted her there for protection. Either way, she knew it was only temporary, and she would have to move along soon. Her roommate, as kind as she had been, was still only human, soft and powerless against the cold of The Edge.
  
  As quietly as she could, she crept inside the dingy old apartment, careful not to wake her roommate.
  
  "Cassiopeia, is that you?"
  
  Too late. "Yeah, it's me," she responded, sighing again. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked, settling in on the beaten couch, unlacing her boots. As nice as they were, they weren't great in wet weather and her feet needed relief from the damp leather.
  
  "No, the damn construction did. Or I guess I never fell asleep," her roommate said, stumbling in, alcohol in hand. "Where were you anyway?"
  
  Cassiopeia got up from the couch, boots unlaced but not yet off, and gently took the bottle of vodka. "I was out scoping the land, seeing what I could learn." She took a small sip, grimaced, and handed the bottle back. "You know I'm not from around here, Enya. I want to know where the good places to hide are, just in case I get attacked by the Paupers." She returned to the couch, patting the seat next to her for Enya to join her. "I don't know how you can drink that stuff, even as watered down as it is."
  
  Enya chuckled, joining her on the couch and leaning into her shoulder. Now that she was closer, Cassiopeia could smell the alcohol on her breath. She was drunk, but that was unsurprising; Enya usually was. She assumed it was all she had ever known, so she never really questioned her alcoholism. Her boots now off, she leaned back and stared up at the cracked, moldy ceiling. "Have you given any thought to joining them instead of hiding from them?" Enya slurred into her ear. "Then you wouldn't have to worry and you'd have an entire army to back you up. And who knows," she purred, "maybe you'll be able to sneak me some food every now and then." She poked Cassiopeia in the side, and Cassiopeia suddenly understood why Enya was letting her live there. Oh well, I knew there was a catch anyway. Everyone is always using everyone else, trying to stay afloat in this cold, unforgiving land. She turned to look at Enya, her long legs sat criss cross on the couch in front of her.
  
  "How would you suggest I go about getting into their gang? And who even knows what they fight for?"
  
  Enya closed her eyes, slowly sinking deeper into the couch. "Maybe try getting their attention? Show your powers for once. We both know you can defend yourself against most people, don't act like you can't." Her voice became quieter, and Cassiopeia could tell she was falling asleep, finally succumbing to the alcohol coursing through her veins. "Keep an eye out, see if you can't find one of their pawns. Maybe tail them back to their base, show your worth. And last I knew, they're the Robin Hood type of gang." Finally, she began to snore softly.
  
  Cassiopeia got up and grabbed a blanket off of the chair next to her and gently placed it over Enya. She had been pondering what to do about the Paupers for while; she hadn't been able to find out enough about them to decide, but she supposed the decision had been made for her. Either leave Enya and seek out a new shelter, or join the Paupers and see what she could learn. Besides, Enya was right; she hadn't met a single enemy she couldn't either outrun, overpower, or outsmart, but she'd never been in or against a gang, either. Maybe it would be a good experience. She moved to sit next to the dirty window, watching the street below, pondering her options.
  
  Cassiopeia, The Edge[/div][/div][/div]

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