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Ah, yeah. That wouldn't be good. >> *carries around potted plant as compensation*

XD Hehee, seeing the way my little siren is, it would be really funny to have her meet Kort. Vanity galore. XD

XD I'd pay to see that. Dryads have a bit of a reputation for being harlots... Yeah. I've a few ideas how to compensate for her inability to be around her tree all the time if she were to become an adventurer. My DM didn't buy into them, but perhaps Chaos-sama is a little more flexible...

Gaia Name: velvet_threads
Character Name: Alcinia (Ally) Conti
Age: Over 4000 years old (Appearance of a woman who is 22)
Race: Siren
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Glamourist
Second Class: Swashbuckler

Weapons: A bone-handled rapier which is kept in a leather-covered wooden scabbard that she keeps strapped to her left hip.

She also has a small dagger that she keeps hidden on her body somehow, that normally depends on her attire though.

Appearance: Alcinia stands at a height of 5'7" with a very full and shapely figure. Her skin is of a dark tone, giving her a Mediterranean look.

To people of the Mundane, it seems that dark brown hair with lighter highlights falls down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades with a feathered hairstyle where a portion of her feathered bangs partially cover her left eye. In reality, her hair is actually varying lengths of long feathers growing from her head. The feathers are a dark brown, almost black and have a pattern of a creamy white plume near the base and is striped with dark brown until it hits the much darker tip. Despite the coloration, the colors mostly seen in her plummage are the much darker brown.

Her almond eyes are a warm brown with a tint of red in them, creating the effect of wine colored eyes.

Overall, she's quite attractive due to her Siren blood. Clothing wise, she prefers something rather form-fitting and trendy, but it mostly depends on what she has to do in accordance to her work.

She does though, have a strange love for feathers.

Personality: She finds joy in mind games, especially when it has to do with seducing others. She's quite devious, and her seduction techniques change depending on who she's working with. Normally, she enjoys playing with her target first and after some trust has been established, that is when she takes action. She has an attitude of superiority towards others unless she knows she's of inferior rank or power.

She'll do whatever necessary to get what she needs or to accomplish whatever needs to be done, at the possible minimal cost to herself of course.

History:Alcinia lived as a siren with her six sisters on a small island far out to sea, and was known as Callia at the time. Granted, not all of them looked like her, some had the full bird body associated with sirens or had something of a fish tail like their cousins.They lived on the island surrounded by jagged rocks where they always used to have a grand time crashing ships into using the alluring quality of their voices. The island was large enough to house them though, with a lush forest to provide shelter for the ones with bird-bodies or legs while her fish-tailed sisters resided in the underwater coves below. On a daily basis, they would commune at the bottom of the cliffs and look out over the horizon, just at peace or looking for another boat of mortals to entertain them. Despite their sadistic forms of entertainment, they were a close-knit family.

One particular day, Callia was at the bottom of the cliffs looking out over the ocean with her sisters at twilight when a strange fog settled in. Before they knew it, they found themselves on three much smaller islands several miles off of Sicily in the 20th Century BC. Two of sisters that were water-dwelling, were missing since they were not at the surface when the fog had rolled in. The islands were still big enough to accomodate all of them with enough privacy for themselves, but it was quite smaller than their original home. They were panicked and hid on the island for awhile until they became used to their surroundings. Eventually, ships appeared at times which they lured to their dooms with just as much excitement as before; this continued on for centuries. In the 16th Century BC, they crashed yet another trading ship but they were unaware of a two survivors: a young man named Leander and his younger companion, Nisus who was only thirteen at the time and five years Leander's junior.

While out walking on the other side of the island gathering fruits for her sisters, Callia came upon the survivors. She froze, unsure of what to do due to her fear. Those mortals were on her island and not at the bottom of the sea as they should have been...yet she was very intrigued, having never seen one of them up close before. The sailors were awestruck as well, unable to bring any harm to her because a siren's beauty was almost as overpowering as her voice. Fearing for herself, she ran away back to her sisters but her fascination with them held her tongue from speaking to her sisters of their existence. A few weeks later after searching, she found them and merely observed them. They seemed to be doing quite well, but were still having some trouble adjusting to the island due to nervousness from being discovered by the sirens and the difficulty of finding food. They recamped regularly and hid their trails, trying their best not to leave a trace that they had been there, lest they be discovered. A few days later, Callia came to them with an offering of fruits she had gathered. The first meeting was awkward, but they came to learn to accept each other. Afterwards, she would visit them regularly every so many days. They taught her Greek, which she surprisingly found herself learning very fast, as if she had known it her whole life. She fell in love with Leander and became quite attached to him as well as Nisus. After a year or so, the sailors' small encampment was discovered by two of her sisters when she wasn't there. The encounter was violent, costing Callia one of her sisters. Callia came to the scene in time in an attempt to coax her sister our of her bloodlust. The sister ran back to the other two sisters and reported that humans had been living on their island and of Callia's trechery. The three of them were unable to run away, due to a severe wound Leander had gotten while protecting Nisus and Callia's attachment to her sisters. After a week of hiding, the remaning three sisters found them and demanded compensation for their dead sister. Leander offered himself up to protect Nisus who he saw as a younger brother, and if the sisters were to abandon them afterwards, he would not have been of much use with his injury that had started to fester and grown bacteria ridden. Leander was carried off to the ocean and killed, never to be seen by Callia and Nisus again. Callia was then promptly ostracized by her own sisters and left to live with Nisus in exile.

Several years later, another boat apporached near the island and Callia was able to hear their song from the other side of the island. Due to her affliation to humans, she tried to reach them in a futile attempt to stop them. Nisus followed trying to stop her but they found themselves at the edge of the cliffs looking down at Callia's sisters. They ignored her pleas and continued to sing. Oddly enough, the boat that came towards them only passed them by with one man strapped to the mast begging to be released but his men continued to man the boat without hesitation. In dismay of failing what they had done for so many years, they flung themselves into the ocean and drowned due to their feeling of failure. Callia was about to dive in to in order to prevent her sisters from dying but Nisus kept her back and restrained her. (Yay for referring to Odysseus and a legend that the Sirens did kill themselves after failing to bring ruin to a ship. >> )

The two of them lived on the island together many years until Nisus, who was like a son to her, died. Throughout the time, she had been on something of an emotional decline after her seperation from two of her sisters and her home, the death of her sister, Leander, the rest of her sisters, Nisus, her relationship as a sister to her family, and now the extreme lonliness that comes from long life. Broken, she remained on the island in exile and away from human contact.She stayed there for several centuries, turning bitter and at some point started to sing and bring sailors to their deaths at times. Although she was lonely and without company, she couldn't bring herself to throwing herself into the sea like her sisters did so long ago. She was either too scared or valued her life too much. Her love for Leander was a constant reminder of her stupidity, her rash actions of then had robbed her of her family now. Actions that wouldn't even have kept him around long enough as she would've been around. At times she would sleep, and slip in and out of consiousness for days at a time, entertaining herself with dreams which were her only consolation. In the 4th Century BC, she made her way to Sicily. From thereon, she moved about Eurasia, changing her identity several times and moving in correspondance to the natural lifespan of humans at the time.

During the Rennaisance she had taken the name Alcinia De Luca, she found herself in Italy as a mistress to Vittorio Conti. Despite being his mistress, Vittorio was very much in love with her and found a spark in her that he hadn't seen in anyone else before. Despite the ridicule, he married her and she acquired the name Alcinia Conti.

During this time, Italians were making use of rapiers in the art of fencing. Not treating her delicately as what was the norm, he taught her to fence, being a supurb fencer himself. In time, she mastered the sword and became a great rival for him.

As he grew older,he began to notice how much she looked like the way he had met her. While he aged every day for the past ten years, she hadn't aged a day. Becoming increasinly paranoid of them finding out her secret, she led him to his death by singing to him while he was on the balcony of their home when she was the courtyard below. She continously told herself that it was necessary, and that she hadn't really felt anything for him anyways. There was always that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that it really wasn't the case.

She stayed in her home in Italy for a time, until her young features were becoming too suspicious so she faked her death, leaving a note that blamed her loneliness from losing her dear Vittorio, and claimed to have killed herself by jumping from a cliff and into the ocean. After sneaking out, she disguised herself, changed her identity, and snuck on a boat that made it's way to Spain. After living in the slums in Spain for awhile, she moved up towards France and then to England.

Afterwards, she made her way to the Americas when it was being colonized. She hid herself away in Montana and then in California where she reintroduced herself to society when the US expanded into California. While in California, she entered the modeling business, and after that went into nude photography.

She began her new life in New York by donning on her name of Alcinia Conti again and found herself working for Draco Industries for a some extra money and to provide some relief for the anger and negativity that had built up in her due to loneliness and emotional pain. Not present during the infiltration of Draco Industries due to being on a low-level assignment in Vermont, she came back to New York City jobless but not that concerned. Not like that Draco Industries paid her enough for her work anyways. Now she searches out for a job with the same requirements of assasination, manipulation, and murder, but has become quite taken with nude photography again to at least get herself by.

Love at this point, didn't seem as significant to her as it did in the beginning. Her rash actions cost her the only family that she had known that could last as long as she could. Mortals were weak and died to easily. Love was best used as a tool to get what she wanted, which was mostly to get home somehow.

She is only called Ally by...pretty much no one unless she allows someone to. She'll only allow those closest to her to call her that though. Or either to let a client feel at ease with her...>>

*Lexi hides, even though only being a half-elf*

XD I really liked the description of the ritual you put into your profile. ^^

It's not quite what I had in mind, but you'll see once I post my profile. *heh* And THEN if you don't like it I'll be sure to change it to something that meets your approval.

I think mine's longer. Thankies for the complement thing! Yessah!

Vas is especially racist against half elves. Let's see... I think I'll go work on my post.

In the D&D campaign I have a lguy who became a lich and the ebcame a demilich. He becomes mortal after his phylacrety (sp?) is destroyed. You know what I did? I made mine an adimantium golem. What now b***h? mrgreen xd

Gaia Name: Dorobo Irien
Character Name: Riordan Galvin
Age: 364
Race: Dryad
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Wildlord
Second Class: Apothecary

Weapons: She still retains her bow from her existence before she left the shadow, along with a simple dagger. Though she has had ample opportunity to learn more mundane weapons, she has found little need to.

Appearance: Like her sisters of the wood, Riordan is possessed of rich, polished-wood skin, changing highlights and depth with the sun. Similar to a canopy of leaves, the tree spirit’s hair changes color with the seasons. A vibrant green in the springtime, deep and rich in the summer, red in the autumn and white-pale in the winter. Her face is all but perfect, encompassing the beauty of her tree and of nature, similar in structure to a female elf’s.

Before coming to the mundane, clothing was never something the dryad considered necessary. However, after brief exposure to this world, she has adopted a certain style. Loose, comfortable clothing, usually crafted of natural fibers would be her preference. Often there is a flower or two or more in her hair, never seeming to wilt nor to grow brittle. When she does wear shoes, which is not very often, they are usually open toed sandals.

Personality: Riordan is, like nature, wild and unpredictable. She has a caring demeanor that she rarely lets any but her plants and creatures of the wild see. Instead, to those who are considered humanoid, she presents a tough façade that is difficult to see through.

History: She does not particularly recall how she came to the Mundane, assuming she was hibernating in her tree when it happened. It is not everyday that you wake up to find your tree has moved. The first year she was here, she watched the change of seasons from the leaves of her tree, terrified to leave for fear her tree might not be there when she returned. In the winter of that year, men came to the woods in order to cut down trees for a yearly festival she did not understand. What she did understand though, was that they were trespassing in woods that she felt were now her own.

Calm on the outside, terrified within, Riordan stepped from her tree and ordered the men to leave, or else to face the wrath of nature. Of course, the threats of a nude, beautiful woman had little effect on the men, so instead she summoned a hungry Mountain Lion to do her work for her. Reports of a lion attack brought media to her part of the woods and so she left.

Of course, to say she simply left is a far more complicated process than it sounds. The gift of Lethe had left her with little knowledge of anything in her past life, other than her trees, her plants, and her animals. The life of a dryad is a solitary one, and she had no close friends or family. She struggled with this, and in the end recalled something of importance. There were tales she’d heard, of a dryad who was one with her tree, more than any that had come before her. During the days, she would walk the surface of the world like a mortal, and at night she would join with her tree once more. She could, of course, go several days without becoming her tree, but the longer she was not her tree, the longer she would have to wait for recovery.

It was several more months before Riordan was able to perfect this, joining her tree into herself. It was a temporary solution at best, but it would have to do until she found a place that she wanted to stay. Exposure to the mundane had built a ravenous curiosity about the world she now found herself in. A curiosity she had never felt even when she had still lived in the shadow.

The city took the dryad completely by surprise. It was far noisier, polluted, and crowded than anything even her wildest imagination could have thought up. Through time, she learned the ways of civilization, at least the surface of it. She found a job working for the parks department where her primary duty was caring for plants. This suited the dryad perfectly, for the city was in need of something to save it from itself, something of the wild within its heart. Her tree has been placed safely in the center of the largest park in the city, where even the other employees of the park service have had trouble finding their way there. Riordan has also found an apartment to call her own, overlooking the very park in which she works so that she might also gaze upon her tree and easily walk to it when she has need to.

It has been years since she arrived in the city now, and the dryad still feels confident that she could move her tree once more if she had to.